Chapter: 89

While the two were talking, Qin Yue also finished reading the document, took the pen from Liu Yong and quickly signed his English name——LeoQin.

After Liu Yong put away the documents and exited, Qin Yue glanced at him casually, and saw an insulated box on the coffee table.

Qin Yue has a deep memory of this insulated box. The last time Jian Ran prepared seaweed rice for him, he used this to pack it.

"What's that?" He looked at the insulation box on the coffee table over there, and asked softly.

Jian Ran followed his gaze to look at the past, saw the insulated box she brought over, and stammered: "No, it's nothing."

"Huh?" Qin Yue frowned, looking at Jian Ran quietly.

Jian Ran was flustered by him, so she had to say honestly: "I brought you the vegetable porridge. I was worried that you might not be used to it, so I didn't bring it out for you."

Qin Yue coughed lightly, and said very seriously: "Jian Ran, you are not me, how do you know that I won't like you? You never asked me, never gave me a chance to choose, how could you easily replace me Make a decision?"

At that time, when he made a decision to marry Jian Ran, he would try to accept everything about her, no matter the good or the bad.

But recently, Jian Ran gave him the feeling that he doesn't believe him, doesn't believe him, still doesn't believe him!

Jane lowered her head, and whispered like a child who did something wrong: "Well, in the future, I won't make decisions for you without asking for your opinion."

Seeing Jian Ran lowering her head like a pissed off daughter-in-law, Qin Yue felt a little funny again: "I'm just hungry, so go get me a bowl."

"Hmm." Jian Ran took the thermos box over, and said while filling the porridge, "This is kale porridge, it might be a little bitter, you should be fine."

"I'm not picky eaters." Qin Yue is not picky eaters in general, but he is not picky about Jian Ran's cooking, he can eat whatever she does.

Just like last time, I knew I was allergic to onions, but I still ate them. In the end, I had a nightly injection in the hospital.

After getting married, he has been working hard to be a qualified and good husband.

"Is it delicious?" Jian Ran looked at him and asked with a smile.

"Not bad." This time Qin Yue praised her without hesitation, and took another big mouthful as he spoke.

Seeing Qin Yue eating the porridge he cooked with relish, Jian Ran felt a little sweetness in her heart, as if she and him were getting closer.

Qin Yue usually doesn't speak nice words to her, but when he knows that her hands and feet are cold, he will prepare gloves and a warm water bag for her, and take practical actions to take care of her.

Since this period of time, she has slept soundly every night, and has never been woken up by the cold because of her cold hands and feet.

Qin Yue was drinking porridge when Xu Huiyi and a doctor knocked on the door and came in.

Jian Ran saw the doctor in the morning, the one who gave Qin Yue injections.

The doctor's eyes swept over Jian Ran's body, and finally landed on the bowl of porridge that Qin Yue ate: "Master, your high fever has not subsided, and it may cause other problems at any time, so please don't eat non-food for the time being." The food we prepare strictly, in case of bacterial infection, it will not be good."

Hearing the doctor's words, Jian Ran felt very uncomfortable, which clearly meant that the things she made were not clean.

Yes, she admitted that she didn't know Qin Yue as long as they did. They are all people who have been with Qin Yue for a long time, and they have a deep relationship with Qin Yue, but she is Qin Yue's wife.

Just when Jian Ran was extremely depressed, her body was suddenly hugged by Qin Yue, and his low and deep voice sounded slowly but firmly in her ears: "Assistant Xu, Doctor Liang, let me introduce you formally, my wife Jane."

My wife, Jian Ran!

The simple five words hit Jian Ran's heart so directly and quickly, making her heart soften instantly, and she looked at Qin Yue quietly and gently.

That's right, from the day they got married, Jian Ran was no longer Miss Jian - but Mrs. Qin.