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Old man really didn't like staying in the hospital. He only stayed for two days and then he seriously requested to be discharged. Whoever didn't want him to leave the hospital would have to go against him.

Thus, when Wei Minmin became a slave, she welcomed them.

Old man said that he was recuperating from his injuries. If he was not clean, it would affect his mood, and if it affected his mood, it would affect his recovery.

Especially his many requests, he said: "Wei Minmin, I want to drink Bone Soup."

"Wei Minmin, fan me."

Who said that the air-conditioning system would affect her recovery? She hated it so much.

On a hot day like this, he had no air-conditioning and no fans. She had proposed to buy a fan from him personally, but the Old man said he didn't like the wind.

She immediately wanted to use her kitchen knife to split open his head and see which of his nerves was too noble. Did the wind from the electric fan have enmity with him?

He also said that his hand hurt, so she would be the one to do something like fanning.

She thought, no wonder the Madam Gu didn't want to come and instead sent her.

Tea couldn't be too hot, couldn't be too cold, and the fan couldn't be too fast or too slow. For major matters like applying medicine, she never indicated that she wanted to interfere. It would torture her to death.

The military hospital would send people over to visit every day. Gu Mojing refused all visits and focused on recuperating at home.

Now that Wei Minmin was fanning him, he would not be tired even for a moment. She was tired, so she just kept nodding her head.

Gu Mojing glanced at her and was happy in his heart. It was impossible for a Wei Minmin like his to get to the light again, he would just torture her for a bit more.

In the past three days, he could tell that she was on the verge of going crazy.

It was enough, he thought.

"Wei Minmin." Call her softly.

Wei Minmin opened her eyes wide, the fan in her hand swung with all her might: "Chief, are you feeling cold?"

"Alright, if you want to sleep, then go sleep."

"Chief." She was stupefied. She couldn't believe that the Old man was this good. There must be a trick.

"Go to sleep."

"Chief, I think it's better if I go to the stew. I'm really not sleepy. "

She didn't want to sound sleepy, so she let him wake her up and run errands, or he wanted to go to the bathroom and ask her to help him with some physical things by taking advantage of the inconvenience.

Sometimes, it was like this in the middle of the night. She looked at herself in the mirror with a ferocious expression and dreamt of helping the Old man put on his diapers.

"Fine, even if you want to do it, I will definitely not stop you. In the morning, that child's family sent over a few hens. Go kill them and make a stew."

Gaga, what? Let her kill chickens.

She felt like she wanted to kill someone right now. Endure, there was a knife in her heart, and there was a tear by her side.

"Chief, I don't know how to kill chickens."

"Yes." He threw a word in a cool manner and closed his eyes to rest.

A cool breeze blew out from the window, it had the scent of osmanthus flowers, the hens in the kitchen were still clucking loudly, and smoke was still smoking on Wei Minmin's head.

It was like home, he thought. Home.