27 Throw it away if you don't want to eat it

The memory of last night was still vivid. He remembered both times. After all, he didn't drink alcohol and didn't take drugs that would cause mental disorder.

But he was indeed not in a good mental state these two times, but he couldn't find the reason. He had never been in this situation before.

He didn't care whether the sheets were washed properly or not. As long as the marks on them were washed so that they couldn't be seen, it would be the hotel's job to clean up afterwards .

"Husband."

"Hmm?" Zhou Jingbai was about to call the hotel to have them clean up when he heard noise from behind.

"Can you get me some clothes? They're in my room."

[If it were possible, I would definitely not ask him for help, but now there is no other choice. The fact that my clothes were dirty yesterday was not the biggest problem. The main thing was that they were a bit too tattered now. They were too small to be used as rags. 】

These words successfully reminded Zhou Jingbai that he had done this last night.

Looking at the unrecognizable pieces of clothing on the ground, he hesitated to speak, and finally went to get the clothes silently.

He quickly found Wen Zihuan's suitcase, and looked left and right inside but couldn't find a single piece of clothing that he liked.

"Does he usually wear these ugly clothes in front of me?" He really couldn't remember such a thing.

In the end, he picked out a decent one that was not so ugly and took it back.

Wen Zihuan was about to change but suddenly thought of something, and looked up at Zhou Jingbai who was standing by the bed and had no intention of avoiding him.

"Um, can you go out first?"

"Do you think I want to see you all the time?" Zhou Jingbai snorted with disdain, and then turned his head away.

After Wen Zihuan changed his clothes, the doorbell rang. "It should be the delivery man." He used his mind to signal Zhou Jingbai to help him get it.

This guy still had some conscience. He rolled his eyes and went to open the door.

Wen Zihuan looked at the white porridge in front of him, then looked up at Zhou Jingbai.

"What's wrong?"

[He actually had the nerve to ask me what's wrong? What do you think is wrong with me? You tortured me half to death, and now you only give me a bowl of white porridge? You wouldn't be so stingy even if you send away a beggar, right?]

Wen Zihuan thought that since he said he helped you order food and ordered food for himself, the food would definitely be richer than usual. After all, he is now a patient.

Zhou Jingbai wanted to tell him what he really thought. He thought that Wen Zihuan must have felt uncomfortable in his throat after shouting for too long last night, so he ordered something light and told him to eat something else after he recovered.

But he couldn't say it out loud. After struggling for a long time, he finally gave up explaining.

Why did he have to explain? Even the porridge was paid for by him, and didn't he give him a bank card before? Can't he just buy whatever he wants to eat? He didn't know what he liked to eat.

"Eat it if you like."

Wen Zihuan heard this with a shocked face and heard the sound of a door slamming.

"Who is this? He is so angry? Shouldn't I be the one who is angry?"

He looked at the porridge in front of him and felt more and more frustrated. He wanted to smash it directly, but in the end he still ate it without any backbone.

The taste was unexpectedly good, and it didn't seem to be ordinary white porridge. It tasted very fragrant even though there were no side dishes.

Of course, it might also be because he hadn't eaten anything for a whole day and night.

After eating, he touched his stomach with satisfaction, and then wanted to get himself a glass of milk. The refrigerator in the hotel room was equipped with one, but for him now, these few steps were like a sea away.

Wen Zihuan spent a full five minutes moving to the refrigerator door and took out a box of milk from it, and then put it in the microwave again with difficulty.

Although he only did two sparse and ordinary things, he was sweating profusely, and his injuries were pulled several times in the process.

After nearly twenty minutes of tossing and turning, he finally drank the hot milk with satisfaction.

There is no doubt that his trip to the beach this time must have been a waste of time. After all, it is difficult for him to walk two steps now, let alone other things.

And he also feels that his current physical condition can support him to go out like a normal person.

Now he doesn't have to be locked up, he will just lie in the room obediently.

Wen Zihuan even suspected that this was the reason why Zhou Jingbai suddenly went crazy yesterday.

But it's no use saying anything now. He originally wanted to say something in the family group, but after thinking about it, he deleted the typed words.

He was originally a tool in this family. He just needed to survive. As for how he lived, no one cared.

After throwing down the phone, Wen Zihuan fell asleep again. He had slept for so long but he still felt very tired, from the inside out.

When he woke up, the pain in his body was not that severe, but he was overwhelmed by a strong feeling of hunger.

He looked outside and found that it was already dark. If you count it, he had only eaten one breakfast in the past two days plus the bowl of white porridge today.

His body was not strong enough to begin with, and now he felt that he did not sleep for so long because he was sleepy but because he was hungry.

In this case, it was really God's blessing that he could wake up and did not sleep like this.

"Zhou Jingbai is such a heartless man. He tortured me like this and didn't even ask someone to bring me some food. He wouldn't want to go back on his word and think that what happened yesterday was too shameful and wants to kill someone to silence him, right?"

Wen Zihuan had just complained a few words when he thought of this possibility. Coincidentally, the door of the room where he just mentioned the murder was opened.

What came into view was Zhou Jingbai carrying a few take-away boxes.

[If nothing unexpected happened, did he hear what I said just now? He has always been a vengeful person. He won't really do that to me, right? ]

While thinking about this, he thought about the unbearable scene yesterday and used his hands and feet to retreat to the corner of the bed until his back was against the headboard and he could not retreat any further.

"If you don't want to eat it, I can throw it away for you." Zhou Jingbai couldn't help but say in his heart that his kindness was taken for granted. He remembered that there was a guy in the room who hadn't eaten yet and had specially sent him food.

You know, there are not many people in this world who are capable of having him send them food.

"Eat, I eat!" Wen Zihuan was relieved when he heard that he was here to deliver food, and then moved back the same way.

The panic in front of him was swept away when he saw the rich dishes.

[I want to take back what I said today. It seems that he still has some conscience. I thought he brought me another bowl of white porridge. Although the porridge is indeed delicious, I am not a monk. ]

Zhou Jingbai was speechless after hearing this. A monk can't eat that bowl of porridge.

He can tell that the porridge is delicious, but he didn't taste it. This is not an ordinary bowl of white porridge.

That is the unique skill of the hotel chef. It's a pity that I met someone who doesn't know the goods today.