My Husband, Warm The Bed (CEO's Mistaken Wife)

Chapter 1143: Extra chapter, try your best to please him

Because she made a mistake, Jirou still couldn't straighten her back after returning home.

In order to please Master Qin, she, who had never entered the kitchen before, stepped into the kitchen for the first time: "Aunt Qiao, is there anything I can help with?"

Seeing this delicate person suddenly come to the kitchen, Aunt Qiao was also surprised: "Miss Ji, the kitchen is not your place, please get out quickly."

"Aunt Qiao, please let me help." Ji Rou approached Aunt Qiao and said coquettishly, "Aunt Qiao, Master Qin is angry with me again. I want to do something to please him."

"You two little enemies, can't you two live a good life?" Aunt Qiao nodded dotingly on the tip of Jirou's nose, and then said, "Sir, he went upstairs to change clothes and was about to come down when he saw him coming downstairs. When you go to the restaurant, you bring this soup to the restaurant. Remember, you must let him see that it is you."

"Hehe... I knew Aunt Qiao was the best." Jirou hugged Aunt Qiao, turned around and went to pick up the soup Aunt Qiao was talking about, but because the soup pot was still very hot, Jirou's hand went directly to the pot. She hissed in pain and almost dropped the pot on the ground.

"Miss Ji!" Seeing that Ji Rou was burned, Aunt Qiao was frightened and panicked, "Quickly take your hand out and let me see if it's burned anywhere?"

In fact, it doesn't hurt very much. Jirou doesn't want Aunt Qiao to think that she is someone who can't do anything well: "It's nothing."

What else did Aunt Qiao want to say? Ji Rou had already wrapped the soup pot in a wet towel and walked to the restaurant with the pot.

When Jirou arrived at the restaurant, Qin Yinze, who had changed his clothes, just came downstairs to the restaurant. She clearly saw that Qin Yinze had changed into home clothes. Jirou couldn't find anything to say and asked more: "Young Master Qin, You've changed your clothes."

Qin Yinze ignored her and sat directly at the dining table. Ji Rou immediately took a soup bowl and filled it for him: "This soup is still a little hot. Let it cool down before drinking it. Don't let it burn."

No matter what she said or did, Qin Yinze regarded her as a transparent person and didn't even look at her.

After being together for so long, Qin Yinze's most common method when he was angry with her was to ignore her. He ignored her, so she couldn't give up. Ji Rou could only continue to work hard.

She picked up the soup bowl and blew it, then stirred it with a spoon. She took a spoonful and tasted it herself: "The temperature is just right, ready to drink."

She didn't even realize that this behavior required people who were very close to each other to do it, so she sent the soup she had drunk to Young Master Qin anyway.

Young Master Qin didn't mind that this bowl of soup was drunk by Jirou. There might even be her saliva on the spoon. He picked up the bowl and drank the soup slowly.

After drinking the soup, he put the bowl down and was about to wipe his mouth with a tissue. As soon as he raised his hand, Ji Rou had already taken out the tissue before him and looked at him with a dogged expression: "Young Master Qin, please. Wipe your mouth!"

Qin Yinze glanced at the tissue in her hand, but didn't take it. He insisted on taking out the tissue by himself. Jirou grabbed a pack of tissue before him, and then shook the tissue in her hand: "Young Master Qin, please wipe it." Mouth!"

Qin Yinze didn't want to pay attention to her, but he didn't want to see the bright and moving smile disappear from her face, so he reluctantly accepted the tissue she handed her.

After drinking the soup, Ji Rou waited on Master Qin for dinner again. She was so well-behaved that she was like a docile and considerate daughter-in-law. She was there before him in whatever he wanted to do, thinking that she would make sure to serve him comfortably.

At the end of the meal, Qin Yinze reached for the water glass. Ji Rou immediately put the water glass into his hands: "Master Qin, just let me do this kind of hard work. If you don't mind, you can do it yourself."

During the meal, which lasted about half an hour, she kept saying "Master Qin, please", which made Qin Yinze extremely irritable. He looked at her with a flattering face coldly: "I'm suddenly not thirsty." ”

"If you're not thirsty, then I won't drink." Ji Rou wanted to punch him and asked him what he was pulling and what was there to pull, but she couldn't. He said he wouldn't drink, so she took the water glass back and raised it again. A bright smile came to his eyes and said, "Young Master Qin, when you are full, let me help you rub your back."

Qin Yinze: "No need!"

No matter how indifferent he is, Ji Rou still maintains her enthusiasm for him: "Then, is there anything else you need my help with?"

Qin Yinze: "No need!"

Then he got up and went upstairs without saying a single extra word to Jirou.

Ji Rou raised her fist behind his back and cursed in her heart: "You stinky bastard, I was the one who made the mistake today, and I will let you drag her until you can. If you make a mistake another day, I will definitely serve you with my fist."

Who knows that at this moment, Qin Yinze, who was going upstairs, suddenly turned around and saw Ji Rou's raised fist. Ji Rou reacted very quickly and immediately waved to him: "Hi, Mr. Qin, just give me your orders if you need them."

Her little movements behind his back had long been noticed by him, but he said calmly: "Go and warm my bed when you're done."

"Yes, obey!" Ji Rou replied happily.

She had never thought that Qin Yinze, a bastard, asking her to warm his bed was a happy thing, but at this moment she was extremely happy.

The fact that he asked her to warm the bed proved that his anger had subsided, and she no longer had to worry about him punishing her with cruel methods.

Qin Yinze went to the study, and Jirou went back to the room to take a bath, washed herself fragrantly, and then got into his bed to warm his bed: "bastard, if you can let me warm your bed, I will definitely do it." It’s the blessing you gained in your previous life.”

Because she drank some wine at night and was nervous all night to please Qin Yinze, Jirou was already fast asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

When Qin Yinze returned to the room after working in the study, what he saw was Jirou sleeping soundly in his bed. She slept so soundly, and she didn't look like someone who had done something wrong and was still being punished.

He sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and pinched her face full of collagen: "Stupid girl, if I don't take care of you, you won't have a long memory."

His warm palm was pressed against her face. Jirou, who was sleeping, instinctively rubbed her hand into his palm, and then continued to sleep.

Seeing her confused and cute look, Qin Yinze's throat felt a little dry, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her. As he kissed her, he longed for more, and took Ji Rou into his arms.

Jirou was sleeping soundly when she was suddenly disturbed. She raised her hand and pushed him, but the outstretched hand was held by Qin Yinze: "Stupid girl, it's not that I don't know how to control, it's that you are too tempting."

When he was about to launch a further attack, he found that Ji Rou's palm held by him had several blisters. Her hands were fine before returning home. When did these injuries occur?

Qin Yinze's eyes darkened and he shook her to wake her up: "What's the matter with the blisters on your hands?"

"Ah...what..." Jirou was in a daze and had no idea what he was talking about. She glanced at him, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

Qin Yinze looked at her angrily and took out his cell phone to call Dr. Tong: "Come here."