Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

As soon as Qin Yanchen listened to Gu Si, his eyebrows jumped heavily. Before saying anything, the phone on the table vibrated twice.

He reached out and dialed it.

It really means that Cao Cao will be here. He was still talking about Gus just now. He turned his head and sent a few messages to Qin Yanchen.

Qin Yanchen opened it to see.

At the top is a link, the title is the kind of popular three-vulgar title: Since I have this, my wife haunts me every day...

The next one is the same.

Further down is the news of Gu Si.

"Thank me, brother! I was broken for your **** life. The deer whip in your soup this morning was bought from an old Chinese doctor at a huge expense! There is that ginseng! It is a century-old ginseng! I finally stole it from my mother!"

"You have to drink them all, don't let me down!"

"By the way, don't thank me, my brother's name is **! When you look back, remember to run your limited-edition Lamborghini to me!"

Then there is a large emoji package.

The black line on Qin Yanchen's forehead was piled up, and his fingertips slightly tapped on the screen, and he simply pulled Gu Si into the blacklist.

Qiao Ansheng pinched his nose here, and was so uncomfortable with the strange smell, but thinking about Qin Yanchen's body, he moved his steps and leaned towards Qin Yanchen.

"This smell is so unpleasant, I don't know what soup it is..."

She stirred it with a spoon, frowning tightly, and glanced at Qin Yanchen: "Just this smell, can you bear it?"

Qin Yanchen threw the phone and stared at the thermos cup in Qiao Ansheng's hand. His slender eyes narrowed slightly, but his eyes were deep.

"I can bear it, can you bear it?"

Qiao Ansheng didn't know what was in the soup, only Qin Yanchen nodded seriously when he minded the smell.

"For your health, I can definitely stand it!"

Isn’t it just a bit weird?

If Qin Yanchen can get better soon, it will be no problem for her to smell it for a few days.

Qiao Ansheng obviously didn't think about other aspects. He took the soup spoon, bit his scalp and held the strange smell, took a bowl from it, and talked to Qin Yanchen while blowing the heat.

"Isn't this what Gu Si used to fix you?"

The room was a little dark, and Qiao Ansheng turned on the light in the room, and the warm yellow light instantly flooded the room.

Qiao Ansheng held a white porcelain bowl and sat beside Qin Yanchen's bed.

The light cast on her porcelain-white face, and it only made people feel that her hands were a few degrees whiter than the bowl, and the profile of her profile was extremely soft and smooth.

"I asked him what kind of soup it was, but he hesitated and refused to say..."

Qiao Ansheng stirred lightly with a spoon, scooped up a small spoon, and gently blew the heat on it, and sent it to Qin Yanchen's lips.

"Be careful, hot..."

She took care of Qin Yanchen almost as if she was taking care of Qiao Yuan, without realizing that there was anything wrong with her behavior.

On the other side, Qin Yanchen was a little flattered.

Since childhood, he has not been treated like this. Although Lin Qing loves him, but does not spoil him, Qin Yanchen has been able to support himself very early.

He has been alone for so long, but he has never been treated so tenderly.

For a while, I only felt the heat surging in my chest, and the tenderness in my eyes was even more unusual.

He was disgusted when he smelled the soup, but because of Qiao Ansheng's actions, he drank two bowls calmly. In the end, there was a soup base and the residue of the ingredients in the thermos cup.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't help the smell, he was relieved to screw on the lid of the thermos, and he took a long sigh of relief.

"It's almost done! These are two bowls, and the taste is almost catching up with the snail noodles..."

She wrinkled her little nose tightly, enduring the nausea on her face, cleaned up the dishes, went out to wash the thermos cup, and prepared to give it to Gu Si.

No, I ran into Gu Si who was about to round the house as soon as I left the house.

Gu Si was wearing a white coat with his hands in his pockets. Seeing Qiao Ansheng, his bushy eyelashes were raised rebelliously, and his dignified temperament came to his face.

He glanced narrowly at the almost empty thermos cup in Qiao Ansheng's hand, saying meaningfully, "He has finished drinking?"

Qiao Ansheng nodded, and hurriedly put the thermos cup into his arms, then let go of the hand that had been pinching his nose, and took a long breath.

"What the **** are you, why is it so unpleasant?"

Gu Si shook his head and held the handle on the top of the thermos with one finger, smiling mysteriously.

"That said, you don't understand it. Anyway, it's something that is good for his health, you know, good medicine is bitter, and the smell is right..."

The century-old ginseng and the expensive deer whip are not a display.

Gu Si shook the thermos cup a lot, and thought that Qin Yanchen had a bitter face, but he had to drink the soup. He felt refreshed all over.

Qiao Ansheng wanted to ask again, but Gu Si waved his hand leisurely, with one hand in his pocket, carrying the thermos cup, and refused to say more.

Continuing to talk to the delicate-faced nurse next to him, he passed Qiao Ansheng and went to the round.

Seeing his clear look, Qiao Ansheng felt a little strange, but she didn't ask why, so confused, she folded up and looked at Qiao Yuan again.

Joe wished to be obedient, and didn't steal any more food, until it was time for dinner.

Because they were worried about their grandson, Qin Guangyan and Wang Ziqing had dealt with the mess of the Qin family these days, and they were finally free. Baba called Qiao Ansheng.

Said that he wanted to come over to eat with Qin Yanchen tonight.

Qiao Ansheng had no reason to be unreasonable, and fully agreed.

"Brother-in-law's grandparents are coming over?"

Joe was willing to lie on the bedside, turning a page of the comic book in his hand boringly.

Qiao Ansheng received the phone, picked up the empty milk bottle by his table, and nodded: "Um..."

Both Qin Yanchen and Qiao wished to live in single-person high-end wards. Each ward is equivalent to a small living room, and the bathroom and kitchen are all available.

Qiao Ansheng carried the milk bottle, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and carefully checked the number of empty milk bottles inside. From a distance, he heard Qiao Yuan shouting outside: "Sister! You don't need to check it! The amount of milk is Yes! I drank it when I came back! Nurse Xiao Zheng watched me drink it! If you don't believe me, you can ask her!"

Qiao Ansheng ignored him and counted it on his own. The number was indeed correct, so he took out all the empty milk bottles and waited for the next batch of fresh milk.

She was still fetching the bottle in the kitchen, and then Qiao Yuan yelled it again.