Chapter 124 My Wife is Really Pretty
The night is unbearable.
Shi Yin had another nightmare.
The content is similar to before.
After swallowing the special medicine that Dr. Rong had prescribed for her during the day and catching her breath, without suppressing it to the point of breaking out in cold sweats and needing to injure herself with the pain of her body to restore her senses, she leaned against the head of the bed and greedily breathed in deep gulps of fresh air.
It took about ten minutes for me to calm down a little.
Shi Yin reached out, weakly gripping the glass on the bedside table. The cool water flowed down her parched lips, into her mouth, and into her stomach, filled with chemical-laden Western medicine. This medication took effect quickly because a single capsule contained ten times the amount she normally took. Overdosing could lead to drug resistance and significant side effects.
Dr. Rong advised her to do what she could.
If it really doesn't work, give up.
…
In the quiet night, the sound of the door opening was particularly obvious.
Hear that sound.
Shi Yin lay back in the quilt, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
A faint light shone in from outside, followed by Han Zhan's familiar figure.
The bedroom was dark.
Shi Yin opened her eyes and saw that familiar figure. She watched Han Zhan enter the room, and then she moved lightly to the coffee table and placed a lit incense burner on it.
He also held a notebook in his hand.
Turned two pages.
Look down at the paper.
However, the light was too dim, and he couldn't see clearly. At this moment, the phone rang suddenly. Han Zhan was like a frightened bird. He didn't care about the notebook he dropped. He immediately turned off the sound and glanced at Shi Yin, who was lying peacefully on the bed. Only then did he feel relieved to answer the call and hurried out, cursing the person on the other end as he walked: "Lu Cheng, what's wrong with you? Why are you calling in the middle of the night?"
He walked away.
The sound gradually faded away.
Shi Yin slowly sat up, threw back the quilt and got out of bed. Holding onto the edge of the bed, she walked to the coffee table, squatted down to pick up the notebook he had dropped, turned on the floor lamp, and looked down.
Every page has content.
It's his handwriting.
“How to care for succulent potted plants.”
"How to make daisies bloom abundantly."
He remembers it in great detail.
No wonder her plants grew so well during the time she spent in Milan.
Shi Yin continued to flip through the pages and saw, in order, "What are the reasons for not sleeping well at night?", "Things to put in the bedroom to help you sleep?", "Why is Qi and blood insufficient?", "The best way to replenish Qi and blood?", "How to regulate damaged heart meridians?"
Doctor Fang, the doctor who lived there, took her pulse and said she was having frequent dreams and was suffering from insufficient Qi and blood. He was very worried and wanted to take her to the Beijing Hospital for a comprehensive examination.
turn out to be.
He was more than just worried on the surface.
I'm even more worried behind the scenes.
I don’t know how many doctors from tertiary hospitals I consulted and how many notes I wrote.
The white smoke rising from the incense burner drifted past Shi Yin's eyes. She stared at it for a few moments, then leaned in closer. It was the delicate scent of lavender, pleasant. This was one of the sleep aids he had written down in his notebook.
Minutely hearing the noise outside, Shi Yin immediately put the notebook in her hand back on the floor, turned off the floor lamp, pretended nothing had happened, and lay back on the big bed where she had slept before.
She closed her eyes quickly.
Sleep on your side.
About half a minute later, the door was cautiously pushed open. The person who entered moved quietly, each step extremely slow. She could sense him moving to the coffee table, first picking up his notebook, then placing the aromatherapy diffuser securely.
She couldn't see him.
But she could imagine him tiptoeing around for fear of waking her up.
There is a bit of cuteness in the funnyness.
There is a bit of sincerity in the funny tone.
Thinking of this scene, the corners of Shi Yin's lips curved slightly. Her tightly knit brows relaxed, and her curled fingers slowly relaxed.
The sound of footsteps approached.
His unique aura enveloped her.
Shi Yin knew he was approaching the bed, but when his warm fingertips touched her face, she still reached out and grabbed the quilt in front of her. He leaned down, his breath falling on her face.
She clutched the quilt tighter and tighter.
The heaving of the chest was also intensifying.
The atmosphere was like a tossed ball, tense to a certain height but suddenly bouncing back to the ground.
He was very quiet. He took a tissue and wiped the sweat from her forehead. He tucked the quilt in for her. The late spring night was still a little chilly. He carefully covered her shoulders and touched her face when he left. Shi Yin heard his soft voice, as if he was talking to himself: "My wife is so beautiful."
The sound faded away.
Shi Yin opened her eyes in the darkness.
Seeing a ray of light coming in from the door in the distance, Han Zhan stood in the light and shadow.
…
The next day.
Shi Yin slept for two hours in the second half of the night.
The sleep is not long.
Fortunately, the nightmare didn't continue.
She went to the bathroom to wash up and change into a simple spring outfit. She went to the dressing table and smoothed her long black hair. Then she picked up the burnt incense on the coffee table and carefully arranged it before going downstairs.
Han Zhan was not seen in the living room. Shi Yin took Ah Xiu for a walk in the yard. She learned from the servant that Han Zhan was in a good mood today and took the initiative to cook and was preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
His technique is still not good enough.
The noodles were either too raw or overcooked.
After struggling for a long time, the housekeeper pushed him away and told him to take the frying pan to fry eggs. It must be said that the second young master Han's fried eggs were really good, round and plump, very beautiful.
Sprinkle some black sesame seeds.
Put on a smile.
It seemed as if it was branded with Han Zhan's exclusive mark, making it clear at a glance that it was made by him.
Shi Yin stood by the English-style sliding door not far away, quietly watching the man inside wearing an apron with a Lazy Sheep pattern, frying eggs skillfully.
He fried three.
Distribute carefully.
The most beautiful one is for my wife.
Give it to the butler in a proper manner.
Put the ones that are a little bit fried into your own bowl.
Uncle Han glanced at him and continued to cook the handmade noodles in the pot. He calculated the time, took out the noodles from a clean bowl, poured the rich and fragrant tomato broth on them, and placed them on the plate brought by the servant.
The moment he looked away, he caught a glimpse of Shi Yin outside. The housekeeper paused for a moment, looking at Shi Yin, then at Han Er who was fiddling with eggs behind him.
The two kids had a conflict a while ago.
Uncle Han didn't know what the quarrel was about. He only knew that one of them went to Milan for half a month under the pretext of a business trip, and the other, unable to sleep at home, secretly ran to Milan to see her.
Returned to the capital.
Still no breaking of the ice.
One of them left for work early, and went upstairs to sleep when he returned after dark. The other quietly followed me to Shi's Building to deliver food, and always said that the servant had done it.
Now it seems they have reconciled.
Uncle Han quietly turned off the fire and left the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone. He went to the backyard to look at the daisies in the flowerbed and the succulents on the flower stand. Han Zhan took good care of them, so he didn't need to intervene.
The housekeeper returned to the house.
Entering the restaurant, their view was filled with the warm-toned scene not far away. Shi Yin lowered her head, eating her noodles attentively. Han Er stood beside her, using the pink bunny hairband on his wrist to pull up her long hair that had fallen over her shoulders. He then smoothed down the loose hair at her temples before pulling out a chair and sitting down.
She poured him milk.
He peeled an orange for her.
"Han Zhan, I can't eat so much."
"Break off a clove and try it...how does it taste? Uncle Han bought it yesterday."
"sweet."
"Eat another petal, good things come in pairs."
Shi Yin: “…”
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