Chapter 52

The old man doesn't like living in the hospital very much. After only living in the hospital for two days, he seriously asked to be discharged from the hospital. Whoever doesn't let him leave the hospital is the same as him. The identity of the old man is very special. Whoever dares to offend him, he puts pressure on others, and no one can stand it. Finally, he came out.

So, when Wei Zi was a slave, he finally ushered in.

The old man has a lot of demands. Wei Zi finally knows that he used to be a spring breeze. He doesn't have many demands.

But now look, it's the most basic requirement to be spotless.

The old man said he was recovering from injury. If he was not clean, it would affect his mood, and if it affected his mood, it would affect his recovery.

She has a headache, she pulls her hair, she hates old men.

He said he couldn't eat well outside. People in and out of the family building were familiar to him. He ordered takeout every day. What would others say? It was bad for her.

She doesn't care what others say about her. She's not a person who loves working, talking and talking about beauty.

Wei Zi struggled and said, "Gu huaimo, in order to make you eat more delicious and nutritious food, I really don't mind what others say about me. As long as you are good, it doesn't matter what others say about me."

Gu huaimo's mouth twitched, but he was still calm: "this is the place of the army's family building, which is also an important place, not the place where the soldiers and vendors come and go whenever they want."

She's a little weak. She hates him. Why does he want to live here to heal his wounds? It's not good to go back to the house. His mother will ask someone to make perfect tonic Soup for him every day.

In particular, he asked a lot. He said later, "Wei Zi, I want to drink bone soup."

Later he said, "Wei Zi, fan me."

Who said that air conditioning affected recovery? Fart. Gu huaimo was actually torturing her.

On hot days, he said he couldn't blow the air conditioner, and there was no electric fan here. She suggested that she pay for an electric fan, but the old man said he didn't like the wind and was uncomfortable.

She wanted to split his head with a kitchen knife on the spot to see which nerve in him was too noble. Did the wind from the electric fan have a grudge against him.

He also said that his hand hurts, so he left it to her to do such things as fan.

She thought, no wonder Mrs. Gu sent her instead of coming alone. I dare not serve such ancestors.

Tea should not be too hot, too cold, too fast or too slow. She never said she would intervene in such a big event as medicine, which would toss her to death.

The military hospital sent people to see it every day. Gu huaimo declined group visits for all kinds of reasons and devoted himself to recuperating at home.

At the moment, Wei Zi fanned him. He was not tired, but she was tired and kept her head.

Gu huaimo looked at her and was happy. Wei Zi couldn't stand out these days. Now it's like a withered flower. He tossed her a little more because of more yang and Yin.

These three days, I can see that she is going crazy.

He thought enough. "Wei Zi," she whispered.

Wei Zi opened her eyes and stared greatly. The fan in her hand shook vigorously: "am I cool?"

"Come on, go to sleep if you want."

"Gu huaimo..." her face was dull. She couldn't believe that the old man would be so good. There must be fraud.

"Go to bed."

She said alertly, "I'd better stew. I'm not sleepy."

She didn't want to sleep soundly. She asked him to wake up and do things, or he wanted to go to the bathroom. By the word "inconvenient movement", she asked her to help him to the bathroom to solve some physical problems.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she asked her to get up and do this and that. She looked ferocious in the mirror and dreamed of wearing diapers for old men in the middle of the night.

"Well, even if you want to do it, I'm determined not to stop you. In the morning, the child's family sent some old hens. Go kill them and make a soup."

Gaga, what? Let her kill the chicken.

She felt that she wanted to kill now. Bear it. There was a knife on the head of the heart and a tear next to it. It was her tears that knocked off her teeth and swallowed her blood.

"Gu huaimo, I can't kill chickens."

"Learn." he dropped a word coolly, closed his eyes and rested.

The cool wind blowing slowly from the window has the smell of Osmanthus fragrans. The hen in the kitchen is still clucking and smoking on Wei Zi's head.

He felt that it was a bit like home. It tasted like home. Although it was not his house, she felt like home when she was there.