Rong Juan froze suddenly, then put the porridge on the bedside, and immediately leaned over and hugged Qiao Weiwei.

"Honey, I was wrong, I was really wrong." Rong Juan said, "I swear, from today on I will give up drinking, and from now on I will not drink at all! If I drink another drop of wine, you can immediately

If you don't want me, kick me away - I will never lie, otherwise I will be struck by lightning and die!"

He made a solemn oath, and Qiao Weiwei's heart suddenly twitched, and he couldn't help but frown and close his eyes.

Rong Juan quickly picked her up again and said anxiously: "Honey, what's wrong? What's wrong? Do you want to go to the hospital again?"

Qiao Yiwei just didn't move. His frown gradually relaxed, but his face remained pale.

Seeing this, Rong Juan knew that she was probably fine, but he still couldn't bear to let her go, and whispered against her forehead: "Wife, lean on me, and I'll feed you some porridge, and then take medicine, okay?"

"

As Rong Juan spoke, he adjusted her position in his arms, freed up one hand to take a spoon, filled the porridge and brought it to her lips.

Qiao Weiwei slowly opened his eyes and met his expectant gaze.

"Wife..." Rong Juan called her pitifully again, "If you don't drink the porridge, it will get cold."

The two looked at each other for a long time before Qiao Weiwei finally opened his mouth and drank the porridge he brought to his lips.

Rong Juan was instantly overjoyed and continued to serve the porridge to her mouth.

Qiao Weiwei took a few sips, but his stomach suddenly turned upside down. He retched twice and almost vomited it out.

Rong Juan was startled and dropped the spoon with one hand. Then his hand reached under her lips and held it, "What's wrong? You want to vomit?"

Qiao Weiwei didn't spit it out, she just looked at his hand, as if frozen for a moment.

If she had just vomited it out and he continued it like this, wouldn't it all be vomited on his hand?

For such a clean and tidy person, could it be that he didn't even think of getting out of the way?

Perhaps her physical discomfort made her nerves particularly fragile. Qiao Weiwei looked at Rong Juan's hand and suddenly her eyes turned red uncontrollably.

"Wife." Rong Juan quickly hugged her again, "What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with this porridge?"

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip. Then he looked at Qiao Weiyi's red eyes and said, "There's nothing wrong with it?"

Qiao Weiwei paused for a moment before saying, "It's a bit boring."

After hearing this, Rong Juan immediately put down the bowl, pushed it farther away from her, and then said: "I thought you were in a bad mood, so I bought pork bone porridge. If you don't want to drink this, I'll buy it again. Do you want to drink some first?"

water?"

Qiao Weiwei shook his head.

Rong Juan then put her back on the bed, lowered his head and kissed her, and then said: "Then you can rest for a while, you will be fine soon."

Qiao Weiyi lay there quietly, watching him walk out of the room without moving for a long time.

Although her head was dizzy and her body was weak, she just couldn't sleep. She lay there for a while before she slowly sat up and prepared to go to the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she got out of bed, she suddenly heard a metal collision sound coming from outside.

Didn't Rong Juan go out to buy porridge? Why was there still sound in the house?

Qiao Weiwei opened the door with some doubts, walked to the kitchen and took a look, but suddenly stopped.

She originally thought Rong Juan had gone out, but it turned out that he was standing in the open kitchen, guarding a pot of steaming food on the fire, wondering what he was doing.

Probably sensing something, Rong Juan turned around suddenly. After seeing her, he quickly put down the spoon in his hand and walked over, "Why are you up? Don't you feel uncomfortable? Are you hungry? Wait a minute, you'll be here soon.

Some ate—"

Qiao Weiyi seemed to have seen something incredible, "Are you...making porridge?"

Rong Juan took her hand and sat on the sofa. He smiled when he heard this and said: "Most of the porridge bought outside contains MSG. You will definitely feel uncomfortable after drinking it. I thought it would be better to cook it myself. But we don't have anything at home.

No, I went next door to borrow some materials... But the eldest sister next door said, I don't call it making porridge, it's called cooking porridge... Who cares, as long as my wife can feel better after eating it, then anything is fine!"

Qiao Ziwei listened to his words, his eyes were almost frozen and filled with moisture.

Rong Juan stretched out his hand to hug her, rubbed his head into the crook of her neck, and then said: "Wife, can you stop being angry with me? Being angry is harmful to your body. You are already sick. If you are still angry, that's not right.

Will it hurt your body even more? I promise I will keep my word this time, I will never drink again and I won’t worry you anymore, okay?"

Qiao Yiwei closed her eyes and allowed him to rub her, without resisting.

Rong Juan then worked harder until Qiao Weiwei said in a low voice: "If you don't go over and take a look at the pot, your porridge will be burnt..."

Rong Juan was startled when he heard this, then he laughed uncontrollably, kissed the corner of her lips again, and then stood up and walked to the kitchen.

His porridge was indeed a little mushy, but it didn't seem to have much impact, because Qiao Weiwei actually drank two bowls in a row.

Rong Juan himself drank a bowl, but found it bland and not to his liking.

But she is sick, she is a girl, or she just likes such light food.

Rong Juan saw Qiao Weiwei drink the second bowl of porridge and then handed the bowl over again. He couldn't help but be startled, "What?"

"Just a little more," Qiao Weiwei said.

"More?" How could Rong Juan not know what her appetite was, so he couldn't help but frown slightly and said, "You can't eat any more, can you? Can you still eat it?"

"A little bit," Joe said.

Rong Juan had no choice but to stand up and serve it to her again. After carefully serving "a little bit", he handed it to her hand with some worry, "You can't eat more after eating this. You need to rest for half an hour and take medicine."

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Qiao Weiwei held the bowl and slowly drank a little bit of the porridge in it. His body, which was almost hollowed out by the cold, became warm and full little by little.

After taking the medicine, Qiao Yiwei slept again, with Rong Juan by her side. She finally slept peacefully and slept until the afternoon.

When she opened her eyes, it was already sunset and she was the only one on the bed. Rong Juan didn't know when he had gotten up.

Qiao Weiwei slowly sat up, feeling that a lot of her strength had recovered. Just as she was about to call out to Rong Juan, she suddenly heard the voice of a strange woman speaking outside. She couldn't help but pause, walked to the door of the room, and opened the door.

Looking at her, she happened to meet Rong Juan who came to see her.

"Are you awake?" Rong Juan smiled and stretched out his hand to hold her, "Just in time, we can have dinner."

He held her hand and walked out. The woman outside turned out to be his aunt at home, and he called her to come here to prepare dinner.

Auntie prepared several appetizing side dishes, paired with clear chicken soup and delicious fish porridge.

But Qiao Weiyi didn't have much appetite. After taking two mouthfuls of fish porridge, she couldn't help but look at Rong Juan, "Is there no lunch porridge left?"

Rong Juan frowned when he heard this and said, "Why do you still want to eat that? You are sick now and you have to eat something nutritious, otherwise how will you get better?"
Chapter completed!