On the hospital bed, Lu Shenxing slowly opened his eyes.
The door to the ward was not closed tightly. If you listen carefully, you can hear Song Mingyi comforting Lu Yimo.
She is soft-spoken and patient, making her a good mother to everyone.
Sure enough, the next second, Yan Zheng was heard praising: "Young Madam is really a virtuous and virtuous person."
Lu Shenxing said coldly: "When did you become blind?"
This woman is full of tricks and tricks - there are always many Yingying Yanyan around him, and the only one who can make Lu Yimo take off his guard is Song Mingyi.
If Song Mingyi knew Lu Shenxing's inner thoughts, she would definitely say sincerely: Is there a possibility that it is because Mo Mo is smart and not blind?
Yan Zheng didn't dare to speak, but he really felt that Song Mingyi was different from the previous women. He could feel that Song Mingyi was different from other women.
"Push me to the bathroom."
Yan Zheng quickly helped Lu Shenxing sit in the wheelchair and pushed him to the bathroom.
"Okay, call me." Yan Zheng closed the bathroom door and left.
Lu Shenxing glanced at the door, then controlled the wheelchair to the washstand. He pulled his ears up a little and looked sideways at his ears in the mirror.
A tiny pinprick suddenly appeared in his sight.
Lu Shenxing's eyes grew colder.
When Song Mingyi came back from seeing Lu Yimo off, she saw that Lu Shenxing was no longer in bed.
"Where are the others?"
"Mr. Lu went to the bathroom."
"how long it has been?"
"About ten minutes."
"I'm going to take a look." Soon Song Mingyi's voice rang: "Mr. Lu, how are you? Do you need any help?"
Song Mingyi called a few more times, but never heard Lu Shenxing's response. Thinking of his poor legs and the injury on his back, she was a little worried.
"Mr. Lu, I'm in." Song Mingyi was about to open the door when she heard a click and the bathroom door opened.
Lu Shenxing controlled the wheelchair and came out: "Is something wrong?"
"I saw that you haven't been out for a long time and I was worried about you."
"Yeah?"
Song Mingyi lowered her head to look at Lu Shenxing, trying to see something from his expression, but Lu Shenxing's expression was dull, and she couldn't see anything.
"Go cook, I'm hungry."
Song Mingyi agreed.
The wound on Lu Shenxing's back showed signs of healing, so he needed to pay special attention to his diet, so Song Mingyi cooked lotus seed porridge, which was better for wound healing.
When the porridge was almost ready, she added the previously prepared medicinal powder to the lotus seed porridge.
Lu Shenxing's injury was too serious, and the effect of just relying on acupuncture at night was too slow.
Lu Shenxing was a workaholic and put a heavy burden on his body, so she gave him medicine.
On the table.
Lu Shenxing looked at the lotus seed porridge in front of him and took a sip. His brows rose up: "What is added to this porridge?"
Song Mingyi was moved in her heart, but she didn't show any signs of it on the surface. Instead, she was at a loss: "Nothing was added."
Song Mingyi looked at Yan Zheng: "Secretary Yan, does this lotus seed porridge taste strange?"
Yan Zheng took a big sip and nodded: "Weird."
As Yan Zheng finished speaking, the atmosphere at the table suddenly became condensed.
Lu Shenxing's gaze was as sharp as a knife.
Song Mingyi's scalp was numb and she quickly smiled: "Secretary Yan, what do you think is strange about the taste of this porridge?"
"It's strange. It's just the most ordinary lotus seeds, but it tastes very good. I've never eaten such delicious porridge." As Lu Shenxing's secretary, he was also held up by ordinary people when he walked out.
He had eaten a lot of good things in his life, but this was the first time that a bowl of porridge had surprised him so much.
He didn't know how to describe this taste, but he just felt that the so-called delicacies were nothing compared to this bowl of porridge.
Song Mingyi: "..."
Song Mingyi looked serious: "Secretary Yan, can I make a request of you?"
"Ma'am, please speak."
"When I speak from now on, I'll finish it all in one breath. If I say half of it, people will misunderstand me." Song Mingyi said in a joking manner: "Maybe Mr. Lu will think that I have poisoned the porridge."
Song Mingyi said, scooping the spoon from Lu Shenxing's hand into his mouth, and then said with disgust: "This lotus seed is still not sweet enough, otherwise it would taste better."
Lu Shenxing's complexion suddenly darkened, and he looked at Song Mingyi with a look that could almost fly knives.
Song Mingyi was a little confused.
What's going on here? She took the initiative to try the drink, so Lu Shenxing should have no doubts. Well, she said, this person with a tongue sharper than a dog's nose is trouble.
She was already so careful, but she could still smell the strange smell in the porridge.
To show that there was really nothing wrong with this bowl of porridge, Song Mingyi took another mouthful.
Lu Shenxing's face turned even uglier, and he said unbearably: "Song Mingyi, you just used a spoon."
Song Mingyi's expression paused, and now she became even more confused.
Lu Shenxing added, "You ate the spoon I ate. What's the difference between this and indirect kissing?"
"Song Mingyi, do you have ill intentions towards me?"
Song Mingyi was frightened and waved her hands quickly: "No, no. I didn't think so!"
Lu Shenxing narrowed his eyes: "Then you want to tell me that I am not worthy of your ill intentions?"
"Of course not! You are so good-looking, any normal woman would definitely covet you."
Song Mingyi covered her mouth as soon as she finished speaking.
Oops, I spoke my mind.
Lu Shenxing sneered: "You are quite courageous."
As Lu Shenxing said this, he lowered his head and started drinking porridge.
Song Mingyi hesitated to speak.
Lu Shenxing said that she drank his porridge with a used spoon, which was an indirect kiss. So what was Lu Shenxing doing? Did he knowingly commit the crime?
However, when Lu Shenxing's eyes turned slightly over, she swallowed back all her words.
late at night.
Lu Shenxing lay on the bed and fell asleep. His breathing was gentle and he had entered a deep sleep.
Song Mingyi opened her eyes in the darkness, turned to look at Lu Shenxing, and called in a low voice: "Mr. Lu, Lu Shenxing?"
She called several times, but Lu Shenxing didn't respond.
Song Mingyi turned on the light and looked at Lu Shenxing for a moment. When he saw that he was still motionless, he took out the acupuncture kit from his pocket.
The thin silver needle shone coldly under the bright light. Song Mingyi wiped it gently with disinfectant, her eyes focused, so she didn't notice Lu Shenxing's eyes opening slightly.
Song Mingyi quickly sterilized the silver needle in her hand. She knelt down beside Lu Shenxing. The silver needle in her hand pierced out like lightning, and then her wrist was caught.
Song Mingyi was stunned, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Lu Shenxing looking at her.
His eyes were cold and clear, without any hint of sleepiness.
Lu Shenxing said word by word: "Song Mingyi, what are you doing?"
