Chapter 174 I Promise I Won't Despise It

Chapter 174 I promise not to despise

Room 1008, Jun Yue Hotel, 11 pm

Huang zijian rushed over with a large medicine box. When he saw Wenren Zhen applying an ice pack to Gu Nuan's forehead, he glared at him angrily.

"You can solve this kind of thing yourself. Why do you have to drive me here in a fast car? Is there anyone who torments people like you?"

When Wenren Zhen heard Huang Zijian's words, he immediately became unhappy and couldn't help shouting:

"What do you mean by tormenting people? I'm a gentleman. I don't know how to take advantage of others'dangers."

"What takes advantage of others? This is your wife!"

Huang Zijian was really impressed with him.

I know he has always been a gentleman, but this gentleman has to be on different occasions. What kind of gentleman is he in front of his wife?

"So is my wife."

Wenren Zhen insisted on his opinion:

"And now that she's unconscious, if I do anything to her at this time, it will leave a shadow of her being violated, and this shadow will affect her psychology and physiology in the future."

"I don't want to be her antidote. I just want to be her husband."

..."

Well, huang zijian was speechless about Wenren Zhen's perverted reasoning, but it seemed that there was some truth in his perverted reasoning.

Huang Zijian quickly put Gu Nuan on the drip, checked her, and finally said:

"She's just in a coma, but the medicine isn't as bad as she thought it would be, so don't worry. Just hang up a few drops."

"Before you came, I asked mingxuan to buy two antidotes. I poured them down and gave them to her."

Wenren Zhen said truthfully.

"Mmm, the antidote does help. You did the right thing..."

Huang Zijian hung up the salt water, left the medicine for another day, and then left with the big medicine box on his back.

"I still have an operation at night, and you're the only one who can cause trouble."

Huang Zijian complained twice before leaving.

Wenren Zhen waited for Gu Nuan to finish the first drip, until she was in a stable mood, then let Li Mingxuan stay outside the door. He wanted to personally help gu nuan buy the bottomed clothes and supper.

Although he had asked Li Mingxuan to buy pajamas and jackets, the innermost clothes could only be bought by him as a husband.

Half past midnight.

Gu Nuan, who had a drip on the back of his hand, slowly woke up from a coma. His head still hurt, but his consciousness was completely awake.

She was wearing a conservative but loose cotton dress, but with a slight movement, she immediately knew that she was in neutral.

Open? What happened? Could it be?

No, I don't think so. She didn't feel uncomfortable or sore all over, nor did she feel like she had done something like that.

What about this neutral gear?

And what about the pajamas?

Who helped her change into it? She was clearly wearing the limited edition dress that Wenren Zhen had given her in the first place. It was worth more than 90,000 yuan.

She closed her eyes again, trying hard to remember what happened after Wen Rulan's wedding anniversary.

What happened in Jun Yue Hotel tonight was like a movie in his head. When he came back from the dry cleaner's, the waiter told him about Yu Lishen's room and the way to Yu Lishen's room...

Who was the one who was poisoning her?

And who? Are you trying to give her to yu lishen in exchange for yu sheng's unwarranted investment in the Hengyuan?

Gu Ling, Jiang Haoxuan!

Jiang Haoxuan, aren't you married to Gu Ling? But why did you send me to Yu Lishen?

Do you really love gu ling enough to hurt me anytime and anywhere?

Outside the window, there was a thunderstorm. The first thunderstorm of this year finally arrived as planned. The sound of the thunderstorm made her mind clearer.

Many years ago on a thunderstorm night, Jiang Haoxuan brought her an umbrella, helped her carry the easel, and held up the umbrella to face the wind and rain.

At that time, she thought she and Jiang Haoxuan could be in the same boat!

And tonight, it was the same thunderstorm night, Jiang Haoxuan's last shadow in her heart was completely washed away by the thunderstorm, leaving no trace.

Why did she have to do it over and over again? How much did she really owe them?

There was a slight sound of closing the door and opening the door. She turned around and saw Wenren Zhen coming in with two lunch boxes. His coat was already wet.

"Gu Nuan, are you awake?"

When Wenren Zhen saw her open her eyes, there was a clear surprise in them.

Gu Nuan nodded and glanced around the room, only to find that it was not at home, and the furnishings of the room were familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiar because this room was similar to most hotel rooms, unfamiliar because she was sure that she had never been to this room.

"Where is this?" Gu nuan asked in a weak voice.

"Seat b, Jun Yue Hotel, room 1008."

Wenren Zhen put the lunch box on the bedside table and told her the truth.

"Room 1008?"

Gu Nuan exclaimed, his hand flying, the hand with the needle touching the bedside table, and immediately bared his teeth in pain.

"Are you careful?"

Wenren Zhen hurriedly came over and put her hand away, then said in a low voice:

"Don't get so excited."

"Isn't 1108 Yu Lishen's room? Why are you here?"

Gu Nuan then stared at Wenren Zhen with his eyes wide open, as if afraid that his mind would not be clear enough to admit his mistake.

"Well, 1108 is Yu Lishen's room, but this is 1008."

Wenren Zhen patiently explained to her and stroked her forehead with his hand. Only when he realized that it was no longer hot did he secretly sigh of relief.

"1008?"

Gu Nuan frowned.

"How did I get to room 1008? Also, aren't you stuck in traffic? When did you get here?"

"Eat something first. I'll tell you after I eat,"

Wenren Zhen opened the lid of the lunchbox on the bedside table as he spoke.

"It's too late. It's raining outside again. All the restaurants nearby are closed. Only one noodle soup shop is still open, so I bought noodle soup. You'll have to eat some."

Rice noodle soup?

Gu Nuan frowned and looked at her right hand. She was not left-handed, and soup and noodle needed chopsticks. She could not eat with chopsticks in her left hand.

Wenren Zhen also noticed that she had a needle in her right hand, so he took a box of soup powder, picked up a few with chopsticks, and blew it down to her mouth.

"Come on, I'll feed you."

Feed her? Gu Nuan's face immediately turned red with embarrassment. She was no longer a three-year-old child. She had to be fed?

"No need,"

She quickly shook her head.

"You can put it on the bedside table. I'll finish the drip later."

If it's rice or porridge, I'll put it on the bedside table and wait for you to finish the drip. But this is noodle soup. If you don't eat it while it's hot, it will become mushy when it's cold."

Wenren Zhen brought the river powder to her mouth:

"Come on, open your mouth."

..." Gu Nuan froze for a moment, then opened his mouth almost instinctively.

It was not until the warm and fragrant river powder came from her mouth that she realized that she had just unconsciously surrendered to him.

Before she could swallow the whole thing, the second came to her mouth again, and he did not give her the chance to refuse and refute.

After feeding her several mouthfuls in a row, seeing that she was eating well, he asked with a smile:

"How does it taste? Is it good?"

She nodded her head to show that it was delicious. Anyway, she was very hungry. At this moment, as long as it was something to eat, as long as it was not something bad, it was considered delicious.

The noodle soup was delicious, but after a few mouthfuls, her mouth felt a little dry, and her eyes involuntarily fell into the bowl of noodle soup. Before she could speak, Wenren Zhen had already scooped up the soup with a disposable plastic spoon and brought it to her mouth.

"Hello,"

Gu Nuan could not help but protest:

"I can drink soup with a spoon in my left hand."

"Open your mouth,"

His thin, tightly pressed lips spat out two words, completely devoid of any intention of making her stand on her own.

Gu Nuan looked helplessly at the man beside the bed. Under the soft light, his deep facial features were exceptionally delicate, even his lunch box and spoon looked so harmonious.

Seeing that she didn't open her mouth, Wenren Zhen simply took back the spoon and asked with a wicked smile.

"Do you think I'm not considerate enough to drink soup for you with a spoon, or do you want me to change into a tableware to feed you soup?"

Change the cutlery?

Gu Nuan frowned slightly and looked at the spoon and lunch box in his hand. Besides these two, there seemed to be no other utensils.

Although chopsticks are tableware, they can't be used for soup, can they?

In his confusion, he suddenly heard that ren zhen picked up a spoon and scooped up a few mouthfuls of soup to put into his mouth.

Gu Nuan couldn't help but laugh, thinking that he was the one who said he was going to change the tableware and feed her soup.

Presumably, Wenren Zhen felt that they were husband and wife. If he drank it, it would be the same as if she drank it.

Just as she was about to tease him, the next second, his handsome face was magnified in front of her eyes, and she realized that before she could fully react, his thin lips were quickly pressed against her pink lips.

It was too late to escape, and he couldn't give her the chance to escape, because his big hand was already on the back of her head.

A mouthful of warm soup, with the smell of green tea characteristic of Wenren Zhen, reached her mouth. For a moment, she forgot to swallow it and looked at him in a daze.

Seeing that she was not swallowing, his lips, which he had intended to withdraw, continued to stick together, and then he made a long drive in, scaring her into swallowing, because he swallowed too quickly, and coughed again.

"Slow down,"

Wenren Zhen hurriedly ran his hand down her back and looked at her face, which had just turned red from swallowing the soup. A teasing smile rose from the corner of her mouth.

"Do you prefer this soup cutlery?"

Gu Nuan glared at him angrily and lifted his left hand to grab the spoon from his hand.

"My left hand is fine. I want to drink the soup myself..."

"You mean you're not satisfied with my spoon?"

Wenren Zhen raised his eyebrows.

"How about you feed me instead? I promise I won't despise your spoon."

..."

Gu Nuan was completely speechless. This man, Wenren Zhen, is sometimes not what outsiders see.