Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling

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"Ah, how is this fun?"

"What's embarrassing, we are relatives."

"I am really embarrassed to disturb Mr. Lu, I just want to find a hotel to stay -"

"Oh, but there is no hotel in the vicinity of the village." There is no suitable hotel."

"What about a little further?"

The man’s look became more and more wronged: “The car is running out of oil, and it’s not a few miles away.”

"I can take a taxi myself..."

"Oh!" The man suddenly licked his stomach and showed pain. What did you ask? He showed a strong and painful look, and waved his hand weakly. "I have stomach problems. I didn't eat at noon today. I didn't expect to commit another crime... You have to take a taxi. There is no one in my family. I am so helpless. I can't help you." Up..."

Russell supported the man's shoulder and groaned with concern: "You are like this now, what do you say to help me? Is there a stomach medicine? There is a hospital near here, I will take you to see it."

"You don't have to, my apartment is in front, I just go back and have a little hot water to sleep."

"How about drinking hot water? Can you drive now? Or else change me, I will send you home, you must drink at least some millet porridge!"

"It is the community in front..." The man looked at her pitifully, his face seemed to be white because of his illness. "I will not do the millet porridge. I drink hot water. The stomach is old. I am drinking hot." water……"

"You are not a fool!" She was angry and worried, and sighed. "I will send you back and cook some porridge for you."

The man immediately became cheerful: "Okay!"

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The small apartment that Lu Zhiyang said is actually not small, four bedrooms and three bathrooms, and an open-air balcony.

It’s just that the house is clean and cold, the apartment is decorated, the furniture is brand new, and people often come to clean it. There is no dust falling on it. But the owner doesn’t live here all the year round, so he can’t see the taste of home. It’s like the long bag of the hotel. room.

When a man arrives at home, he squats on the sofa and licks his stomach and feels awkward. He wants to help him find stomach medicine, but where is the family?

She said that she would go downstairs to buy some medicine. He said that the pharmacy owner of the nearby pharmacy had no conscience. The medicines sold were not used. It was better to eat them when eating. It is better to drink some porridge.

"Can you give me a takeaway," he glared at her weakly, looking harmless and pitiful.

"Less eat and takeaway, there are too many additives in that thing, I will help you do something."

"Really? Great, thank you!" He smiled gratefully and happy. "If it weren't for you, I must have a dizzy feeling in the car. I am losing you today."

"Nothing, you helped me before."

Yusu gave him hot water, pulled out the packaged millet from his suitcase and went into the kitchen to cook porridge.

Fortunately, the kitchen is still full of things. Every day, people in the refrigerator change ingredients. She chooses a few light and nutritious ingredients to make a nourishing dinner.

The ingredients are simple, the artisan craftsmanship is excellent, the men eat and sigh, and the eyes are light, not like a patient.

After eating, Lu Zhiyang seems to be much better. He wants to wash the dishes. He has the strength to stop and insist on cleaning up.

Seeing him is much better, Yu Su has made a speech, did not expect Lu Zhiyang turned and shouted in his stomach, fell to the chair.

"It doesn't matter, let's go. I will put the phone on the side of the bed at night. It will hurt me a lot. I call myself and call 120..."