MTL - The Emperor’s Favorite Wife is a Little Sweet-Chapter 3956 Teisho Extra

   Chapter 3956 Di Shao Fanwai

  Qiao Jin had been awakened by a startle, and when she heard the movement on his side, she turned her ears to listen carefully, gasped a few times, and no other sound came, she couldn't help turning over to face him.

   Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Qiao Jin was still a little worried.

   She got up and walked over slowly, seeing that He Xiasheng's entire face was completely bloodless, and his breathing was so light that he could hardly notice it.

   She subconsciously raised her finger and placed it on the tip of his nose, only a childish snort.

   "He Xiasheng?" She reached out and pushed him.

   His voice was faint, "Yes."

  Qiao Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you want to call a doctor for you?"

   "No... use." He Xiasheng's voice was low and light.

   "That's fine, you can talk about it later."

   "Jojo, it hurts." He Xiasheng's voice was unusually quiet, as fragile as flowers and leaves in the wind and rain.

   Qiao Jin had already stood up halfway, when he heard this, he sat back inexplicably.

   She gritted her teeth, secretly scolded herself for being unsatisfactory, and explained to herself that he was injured for her own sake, and taking care of him by herself would be considered reciprocity.

   "Take painkillers? Or call a doctor?" she asked.

   "Can you, shake me, my hand?"

  The intermittent voice came, with a breathless voice, with an indescribable vulnerability.

  Qiao Jin was speechless, looking down at his bleeding face and the corners of his lips, and had to reach out and hold it in his palm again.

When    was holding it, he found that his palm was also full of scars. There were countless large and small wounds, and the wounds were not particularly deep, so no bandages were used, but they were densely packed.

   She recalled what He Xingjian said before, that when she had an accident, He Xiasheng had been fighting on the front line, cooperating with Shen Jingle and others.

   In the end, he was hurt so much because he had to protect himself.

  Since you care about yourself so much, why did you treat yourself like that in the first place?

   Qiao Jin couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to think about it any more.

  He Xiasheng's fingers bent slightly and clasped her hand.

   Buttoning it up hurts a lot more than leaving it alone, but at this moment, he is happy with it.

  Qiao Jin originally planned to leave after a while, but after a while, his breathing became steady, and he seemed to have fallen asleep, but he still held her hand and did not let go.

   She wanted to forcibly separate his fingers, but when she took the other hand and touched his wound, she hesitated again.

   was so entangled, she couldn't help leaning on his shoulders and fell asleep directly.

  He Xiasheng's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, tilted his head to look at the person beside the pillow, and finally evoked a smile.

   It turned out that she would still be soft-hearted.

   She doesn't eat his toughness, but she's still not defensive about his vulnerability.

  Qiao Jin, you still haven't changed.

  Qiao Jin slept next to He Xiasheng all night. When she woke up, her back was sore. She opened her eyes and found that he was still asleep. She sat up hurriedly, but fortunately he had let go of her hand.

   If he knew that he really slept here all night, Qiao Jin would really feel ashamed.

   She got up and left.

   When He Xiasheng woke up, Qiao Jin was no longer around.

   As soon as he touched the wound, he realized that he seemed to be pulling Qiao Jin last night, causing her to bow down beside him in the middle of the night.

The    nurse came in, saw him struggling to get up, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Mr. He, why is your wound a little bit open?"

   "It's okay, I'm happy." He Xiasheng showed a warm smile.

  The nurse gave him a strange look, so he was injured like this, how are you happy?

   "I'll change the medicine here for you first." The nurse said, "You still have to pay more attention."

   "You can change it." He Xiasheng signaled that she didn't need to say more.

   Outside the door, Qiao Jin brought in the porridge, put a bowl next to him, and said to the nurse, "Nurse, please, this is his breakfast."

   "Okay, I'll take care of Mr. He's food. This porridge is so fragrant. When I woke up in the morning and saw you making porridge, we all said it was fragrant, and when I smelled it, I felt an appetite." The nurse said with a smile.

   "This is what Qiao Jin boiled?" He Xiasheng asked.

   "Yes, Miss Qiao's craftsmanship is really good, and she can cook such a fragrant porridge with such simple ingredients."

  Shi Jin said, "I have been cooking a lot. If you didn't eat breakfast, share some of it."

   The nurse was very happy and was about to say thank you when she heard He Xiasheng say, "I'm very hungry, this portion is not enough."

   "How much can you eat?" Qiao Jin asked.

   "You can eat as much as you want."

  The nurse heard He Xiasheng's attitude, which clearly showed that he was unhappy that others would eat what Qiao Jin cooked.

   She hurriedly said, "Miss Qiao, we all brought breakfast, thank you for your kindness."

   Qiao Jin glanced at He Xiasheng speechlessly.

  The nurse brought the porridge and said, "Mr. He, I'll take care of you and eat it."

  He Xiasheng did not object, so the nurse took care of him to eat porridge.

   As soon as he took a bite, a familiar feeling emerged. Qiao Jin used to love to cook when he was at home. Almost everything he likes to eat, she will learn to do it, often more delicious and meticulous than what the aunt at home makes.

   In the years since she left, He Xiasheng has almost never eaten this kind of food again.

   The nurse saw him in a daze, and whispered, "Mr. He?"

   "It's okay, continue to eat." He Xiasheng responded.

  Qiao Jin sat on the side eating his own food, glanced at him, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

   was eating when Shen Jingle came in and walked to He Xiasheng's side with a cold tone: "Are you better?"

   "Much better. Qiao Jin's porridge tastes pretty good." He Xiasheng pointed to his porridge bowl with his chin.

  Shen Jingle could see at a glance that he was showing off, how could He Xiasheng be so childish?

   "It's very good. I've already finished the two servings she just left for me."

   After Shen Jingle finished speaking, he saw that the corners of He Xiasheng's lips slumped slightly.

  Shen Jingle added fuel to the fire: "Qiao Jin said that in order to thank me for my help this time, I kept the specially cooked porridge for me. Why, didn't she tell you?"

  He Xiasheng: "…"

When the    nurse fed him again, he said, "I'm full."

  The nurse took a look at his face, but did not dare to persuade him, so he packed up and went out.

   "Qiao Jin, do you want to invite me to dinner at home next time?" Shen Jingle has always been very cold and taciturn, but he and Qiao Jin grew up together, and they have a somewhat different friendship.

   "Well, when I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll invite you to dinner at home, and call me then."

   "Then I'll be disrespectful."

  He Xiasheng sat aside, the air pressure was abnormally low.

  Qiao Jinquan pretended not to know anything and continued to chat with Shen Jingle.

   "hiss..."

  Qiao Jin was talking when he suddenly heard a forbearing cry from He Xiasheng.

   She tilted her head and glanced, and He Xiasheng's face suddenly turned pale, exactly the same as last night.

   (end of this chapter)