Chapter 491 Looking down at you
When Wen Nuan came back in the evening, there were no elders at home. Han Qian was still lying on the balcony in a daze. Wen Wen kicked off two shoes, opened the refrigerator, took out a can of Coke, and hugged two bags of potatoes. He walked towards Han Qian and handed it to Han Qian in a symbolic gesture. Seeing him shaking his head, Nuan Nuan turned around and sat on the sofa.
Put the potato chips on the coffee table and then raise your fist.
Bang!
Potato chips sprayed all over the table. Wen Nuan picked up one and symbolically looked at Han Qian again. Han Qian turned over with difficulty.
Out of sight, out of mind!
Click~
The sound of a Coke opening.
Whoosh!
The sound of bubbles of coke being spilled on the ground.
Han Qian took a deep breath and then felt a little pain in his stomach.
"Kacha~Kacha~Gululu~burp~"
For a moment, Han Qian missed Yan Qingqing. At least the empress could take care of her warmth when she was here. Now she A bit unscrupulous.
“Hey, Xiaoxiao, you’ve been a little too leisurely lately since I haven’t been to the company, um~ I want a mandarin duck pot, half tomato and half spicy...”
“Half Tomato and mushroom soup.”
Han Qian turned his back to Nuan Nuan and interrupted the call, Nuan Nuan sighed.
"Just listen to your uncle's advice, half fungus soup and half spicy."
Han Qian sat up and said warmly and angrily.
"What's wrong if I eat spicy hot pot?"
Han Qian turned around and stretched out his hand to reach the window and shouted.
"I'm not alive anymore, I'll jump down!"
"Okay, okay, I don't eat spicy food! But Han Qian, let me tell you, I'm not afraid of you, I don't want to eat spicy food today, just smile at me One portion of mushroom soup pot requires two portions of mutton and one portion of pork, one portion of tripe, one portion of hand-made shrimp paste, and one portion of wide noodles. Oops! They want a portion of everything, and then they go to Mixue Bingcheng to buy me two glasses of lemonade. Although it doesn’t taste good, I still support domestic products. Send it over quickly, I’m hungry!”< br>
After hanging up the phone, Wen Nuan looked at Han Qian who was sitting or standing on the bed and asked.
“You have a nail on your butt?”
Han Qian lay down without saying anything, and Nuannuan continued.
"You are like Huanhuan at home. He turns around several times before lying down."
"I'm too lazy to talk to you! Have you gone to the hospital to see Tu Xiao?"
Han Qian Still with his back to Wen Nuan, Wen Wen stood up and walked to the bedside, stretched out his hand and moved Han Qian's head to force him to look at him, lowered his head and looked down at Han Qian, Wen Wen said seriously.
"I! Go!"
Han Qian looked at Wen Nuan and said softly.
"Then have you gone to see Cheng Jin?"
The expression on Nuan Nuan's face froze and he murmured softly.
"Li Jinhe didn't tell me to go see Cheng Jin!"
After saying this, Han Qian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Tu Kun called today and said that his aunt had been there. , Han Qian thought that the wards of Tu Xiao and Cheng Jin were next to each other, so they could take a look at them anyway.
She didn't go.
But it's also normal for warmth.
Han Qian didn't want to talk much. Wen Nuan lowered his head and looked at Han Qian, drool drooling on Han Qian's face. Wen Nuan turned around and ran away. Han Qian was lying on the bed with a look of helplessness on his face.
What's going on!
At eight o'clock in the evening, the warm little secretary brought the hot pot, leaned under the door and glanced at Han Qian, then turned around and ran away.
Wen Nuan was eating hot pot and drinking beer, talking plausibly.
Han Qian lay on the bed and sighed as he watched Wen Nuan eat meat.
"Nuan Nuan, you have to think about it, you still have an ex-husband who is sick in bed and can't take care of himself, looking at you with tears in his eyes, waiting for food."
Wen Nuan turned his head and took a picture. Chest beat.
Bang bang!
"I don't have this thing either. When I was a child, Lingdang always drank milk powder. Han Qian, why are you becoming more and more perverted?"
Han Qian frowned and stared at Wen Nuan with his mouth open in surprise.
"No, Nuan Nuan, are you sick? I haven't eaten for a day!"
"Oh, we are all a family, why are you so polite? Just come over and eat. I can still I won’t let you eat?”
Han Qian took a deep breath and was about to speak when Wen Nuan spoke first.
“When you go to the toilet, don’t you always go by yourself?”
As he said that, he picked up a bowl of meat. He deliberately didn't put mahjong on it. He poured some seafood on it and walked towards Han Qian. He sat on the edge of the bed and picked up a chopstick of meat and stuffed it into Han Qian's mouth. Han Qian chewed it. Chu Rou looked at Wen Nuan, who squinted and smiled.
"Is it delicious?"
Han Qian nodded.
"Well, it's just not ripe."
Wen Nuan took a sip and then nodded. "Hmm~ It's indeed not cooked yet. I'll cook it for a while."
"Nuan Nuan, can I teach you how to cook?"
Han Qian suddenly came up with this idea. Nuan Nuan sat on the bed with his head tilted, and shook his head after a moment.
"Don't learn! As a new generation woman, as an independent woman, as a creditor with four million times two, I cannot accept charity from you Han Qian! So! I don't learn. "
Han Qian sighed.
"Then we are both hungry?"
Wen Nuan looked at Han Qian seriously.
"Brother Qian, do you drink milk powder?"
Han Qian glanced at Wen Nuan and shook his head.
“Today’s milk powder doesn’t taste good. When I was a kid, I would get a pack of milk powder in plastic packaging bags during the holidays, and then eat it dry bit by bit. It was much more delicious than today’s milk powder. Sorry, the hot pot is almost dry.”
Nuan Nuan ran over to eat hot pot. About half an hour later, KFC Home Delivery arrived.
Han Qian was eating a burger and drinking Coke.
If Li Jinhe were here, he would be beaten.
She doesn't know how to take care of patients at all.
After the meal, Wen Nuan stood in the living room wiping his hair wearing Han Qian's big shorts and vest, then threw the towel on the sofa, walked into the guest room and came out with a quilt, laying it on Han Qian's small bed. edge.
Seeing Wen Nuan sitting opposite him, pointing with his right hand at the bedding that looked like a doghouse under the bed, Han Qian pointed at his nose and said seriously.
"You want me to sleep on the floor?"
Nuan Nuan held her feet with both hands and nodded seriously.
"Yes! You don't like sleeping in the guest room anyway. If you can't see anyone coming home, you'll be curious. If you don't go down, we can squeeze in. I don't care."
Han Qian frowned.
"I am a patient."
"You lie down, I can't touch your face if I turn over and stretch out my hand!"
You want to say warm and sweet, she is not sweet, but You have to say whether it's warm or not. She always sweetens you two in a roundabout way. You can't taste the sweetness, but it is definitely sweet.
Han Qian lay on the ground with difficulty. The quilt was very thick. The temperature in the coastal area has dropped sharply in the past few days, and heating has been started in advance. The floor tiles don't feel cold either.
After lying down, he found Wen Nuan lying on the bed looking down at him, Han Qian said softly.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Nuan smiled.
"No, it's easier to look at you like this. Brother Qian, you seem to have lost weight again."
Han Qian raised his tattooed right arm and took a look.
“It’s okay, I feel fatter.”
Wen Nuan stretched out his hand and pinched Han Qian's arm, then hugged his arm and took a bite, saying seriously.
“I have lost weight, the feeling in the entrance is different, there is not so much meat anymore.”
“I want to take a shower because of the warmth.”
I haven’t taken a shower since entering the hospital. It made Han Qianhe very uncomfortable, Wen Nuan whispered.
"Can you give me a wipe? I don't dare give you a bath if you do this!"
Han Qian shook his head.
"Yes, we have plastic wrap at home, wrap it up for me!"
"Don't, let Li Jinhe know that she is going to hit me again, just find you a wet wipe to wipe it with Okay.”
Wen Nuan really doesn’t dare to harm Han Qian now. Li Jinhe has been a little irritable recently and he really knows how to do it.
Looking at Han Qian turning over with difficulty, Wen Nuan whispered.
"How about I cut your hair."
"Sleep!"
Han Qian turned over, and then there was warmth behind him, Han Qian sighed.
“Why did you run down?”
“The bed is too small to hold you.”
"It would have been better if you had said it earlier."
Han Qian turned over and looked at Wen Nuan, and said with a naive smile.
“That’s great!”
(End of this chapter)