The President is Too Fierce: Sweet Wife, Be Nice!

"You go back to sleep first, and come to replace me tomorrow morning." Qin Tu explained.

Afterwards, Qin Tu gently pushed open the door of the ward. Jenny was left alone outside the door.

Jenny stood for a while, and then left quietly.

So, Qin Tu didn't mean to drive her away as she thought?

"Master." In the dead of night, Qin Tu gently closed the door again.

The lights in the ward were not even turned on, it was dark.

Zhuo Dingding was still sitting on the side of the bed, gently holding Cheng Lianxun's hand, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Qin Tu came in, he looked up, but didn't say a word.

"Master, do you want to take a rest?" Qin Tu stood at the end of the bed, speaking very softly, afraid of waking up the people on the bed.

He heard from Manni that the little lady still had two stitches on her forehead. When he heard the news, he was shocked.

It's just a group of punks, it's impossible for Jenny to be unsure, how could the little lady be injured, and it was so bad.

His face was disfigured and he had two stitches. My heart ached to death.

"No need." Zhuo Dingding said.

In the darkness, he sat motionless in front of the bed, like a stone statue.

Qin Tu seriously doubted whether the master hadn't stood up or moved since he sat down?

Isn't he torturing himself?

There are still a lot of things in the company staring at him to deal with, but he can't let him go on like this.

"Master, I'll bring you a change of clothes, you go and wash, and you can lie down for a while."

Qin Tu carried a handbag and walked towards the sofa in the ward.

After he finished speaking, Zhuo Dingding still didn't move.

Just when Qin Tu couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to persuade him again, he finally stood up.

"Master, do you need me to buy supper?"

Although Jenny didn't explain it, Qin Tu concluded that he definitely didn't have dinner.

Zhuo Dingding walked towards the sofa: "Go."

Qin Tu had already had dinner, but now he was also hungry and was going to buy two suppers.

Thinking of Manni halfway, I called her and learned that she was almost done, so I bought an extra copy of hers.

But then he thought that the little lady would probably be hungry when she woke up, so it would be good to prepare an extra portion for her.

The ultra-luxury ward, which was originally dark, was lit up after midnight.

Cheng Lianxun woke up abruptly from starvation after smelling an extremely tempting fragrance.

Eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, and what he saw was a snow-white ceiling, and at the same time, there was the smell of spicy hot pot rushing into his nose, as well as low, unreal conversations.

The eyeballs rolled around to look around, and the moment he turned his head a little, he had a severe headache.

But she also saw some surroundings clearly, it seemed to be in a ward, and the sheets and quilts were all white.

The mosquito-like buzzing conversation continued, she endured a headache, and stood up as much as possible from the neck up.

He was still wearing a blue and white hospital gown, so he was undoubtedly in the ward.

She saw the clock on the wall, and the hands pointed to five minutes past one. It was dark outside the window, it was one o'clock in the morning.

Looking at the place where the conversation came from, the three of them sat around on the sofa. There was a steaming hot pot on the table, and the table was almost filled with meat and vegetable dishes.

Among the three, Man Ni was facing her sideways, and Qin Tu was facing her.

The other had his back to her, was wearing a white shirt, and his short dark hair was half wet, as if he had just taken a shower.

She was hospitalized, and they actually ate hot pot in her ward?

"Master, I think..." Qin Tu buried his head in his mouth and looked up at his master, but his eyes widened suddenly, "Little madam, are you awake?"