Rong Jun suddenly stiffened, then put the porridge on the head of the bed, and immediately leaned over and hugged Qiao Wei.

"Wife, I was wrong, I was really wrong." Rong Jun said, "I swear that I will quit drinking from today, and from now on I will not drink wine! If I drink another drop of wine, you can do nothing immediately and kick me away - I will never lie, otherwise I will be struck by lightning and will not die!"

He made a great oath, and Qiao Yi's heart twitched suddenly, frowned and closed his eyes.

Rong Jun quickly picked her up again and said anxiously: "Wife, what's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?"

Qiao Yiji just didn't move, her tight eyebrows gradually loosened a little, but her face was still pale.

Seeing this, Rong Jun knew that she should be fine, but he still couldn't bear to let her go. He whispered to her forehead: "Wife, lean on me, I'll feed you some porridge and then take medicine?"

Rong Jun said as he adjusted her position in his arms, freed up a hand to take a spoon, and served the porridge to her lips.

Qiao Yi slowly opened his eyes and met his expected vision.

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

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and Qiao Yiu finally opened his mouth and drank the porridge he sent to his lips.

Rong Jun was very happy and continued to serve the porridge to her mouth.

Qiao Wei took a few sips, but suddenly felt a swelling in her stomach, and she retching twice, almost vomiting.

Rong Jun was startled and threw away the spoon with one hand, then reached under her lips and held it, "What's wrong? Want to vomit?"

Qiao Yiu didn't spit it out. She just looked at his hand and seemed to be frozen for a moment.

If she had spit out just now and he continued like this, wouldn't she be spitting all in his hands?

Did he not expect to avoid such a clean and tidy person at all?

Perhaps it was because of the discomfort that made her nerves particularly fragile. Qiao Yiu looked at Rong Jun's hand and suddenly her eyes were red in control.

"Wife." Rong Jun hugged her again, "Where is it uncomfortable? Is there something wrong with this porridge?"

As he said, he picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip, then looked at Qiao Yi's red eyes and said, "There is nothing wrong?"

Qiao Yi paused before speaking: "A little tired."

After hearing this, Rong Jun immediately put down the bowl and pushed it away from her, 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 water first?"

Joe shook his head.

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

Qiao Yi lay there quietly, watching him walk out of the room, and remained motionless for a long time.

She was obviously confused and weak, but she couldn't sleep. After lying for a while, she slowly sat up and prepared to go to the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, just as she got out of bed, she suddenly heard a metal impact coming from outside.

Didn’t Rong Jun go out to buy porridge? Why does there still sound in the house?

Qiao Yi opened the door in confusion, walked to the kitchen and took a look, but suddenly stopped.

She originally thought Rong Jun had gone out, but he was standing in the open kitchen, guarding a pot of steaming stuff on the fire, not knowing what he was doing.

Perhaps he noticed something, Rong Jun suddenly turned around and saw her, and quickly put down the spoon in his hand and walked over, "Why are you getting up? Are you not feeling uncomfortable? Are you hungry? Wait a little longer, and some people will eat soon-"

Qiao Yiu seemed to have seen some incredible picture, "Are you... making porridge?"

Rong Jun took her hand and sat on the sofa. He smiled and said, "Most of the porridge I bought outside have MSG. You will definitely feel uncomfortable if you drink it. I thought it would be better to cook it yourself. But there is nothing at home, so I went to the next door to borrow some ingredients... But the older sister next door said, I am not called making porridge, but porridge... No matter what, as long as my wife can eat it, it will do anything!"

Qiao Yi's eyes were almost frozen and the moisture was filled with moisture.

Rong Jun reached out to hug her, buried his head in her neck and rubbed it, then said again: "Wife, can you not be angry with me? Being angry hurts your body. You are already sick. If you are still angry, wouldn't it hurt your body even more? I promise to keep my word this time, I will never drink anymore and no longer worry you, okay?"

Qiao Yiu closed his eyes and let him rub it without resisting.

Rong Jun then rubbed harder until Qiao Yi said softly: "If you don't go over and look at the pot, your porridge will probably be messy..."

Rong Jun was stunned when he heard this, then couldn't help laughing, then kissed her lips, then got up and walked towards the kitchen.

His porridge was indeed a little mushy, but the impact seemed to be small, because Qiao Yiu actually drank two bowls in a row.

Rong Jun also drank a bowl himself, but he felt it was light and boring, not as good as his appetite.

But she was sick, she was a girl again, or she just liked such light food.

Rong Jun saw that Qiao Wei drank the second bowl of porridge and handed over the bowl again. He couldn't help but be stunned, "What?"

"A little more," said Qiao Yiu.

"I want it?" Rong Jun couldn't know what she eats. He couldn't help but frown slightly, "Can't eat it anymore? Can you still eat it?"

"A little bit," said Qiao Yiu.

Rong Jun had no choice but to get up and serve her again. After carefully serving her "a little bit", she handed it to her with some concern, "I can't take this after eating it. I have to take medicine after resting for half an hour."

Qiao Yiu held the bowl and slowly drank the little porridge inside. His body, which was almost hollowed out by the cold, became warm and full bit by bit.

After taking the medicine, Qiao Wei slept again, and Rong Jun was by her side. She finally slept soundly and slept until the afternoon after she slept.

When she opened her eyes, it was already setting sun, and she was the only one on the bed. Rong Jun had already gotten up at some point.

Qiao Wei slowly sat up, feeling that her strength had recovered a lot. She was about to call Rong Jun, but suddenly she heard a strange woman talking outside. She couldn't help but pause, walked to the door of the room and opened the door, but she happened to meet Rong Jun who was looking at her.

"Awaken?" Rong Jun smiled and reached out to pull her, "It's just right, you can have supper."

He walked out with her hand. The woman outside turned out to be his aunt, and he called her here to prepare supper.

The aunt prepared several delicious side dishes, accompanied by clear chicken soup and delicious fish porridge, which made people's index fingers tremble at first glance.

But Qiao Wei didn't have much appetite. After drinking two sips of fish porridge, she couldn't help but look at Rong Jun, "Is the porridge at noon gone?"

Rong Jun frowned and said, "Why do you want to eat that? You are sick now, so you have to eat something nutritious, otherwise how can you get better?"
Chapter completed!