My Little Sweet Wife Chapter 344 - My Husband Does Look A Bit Like The Legendary Xian Zihao

Chapter 344 - My Husband Does Look A Bit Like The Legendary Xian Zihao

Xian Zihao looked at Xiaoyi, and when she saw him looking at her, she immediately stopped crying. Xiaoyi just stared at him with wide eyes and pursed her lips sadly.

"I'm going to say a few words. Lie down first and don't move. Wait for me to come and feed you soup." Xian Zihao stood up. Before he could walk, he seemed to hope Jiang Ruolan didn't mind too much. He then turned and said in a soft tone.

Jiang Ruolan wanted to say that she was not seriously injured and could bounce, jump and drink the soup by herself. However, when she thought back to Xian Zihao's unhappy expression, she could only smile and nod.

Xian Zihao went to Xiaoyi's bed. Xiaoyi pouted and with tears in her eyes, she said in a small, aggrieved voice, "Daddy."

Actually, the feeling of Xiaoyi calling Xian Zihao's 'daddy' while Jiang Ruolan listening here was not very comfortable. No matter what kind of woman sat here and heard her husband being called like that, she will never feel comfortable at all. However, looking at Xiaoyi's current situation, the hatred in her heart diminished.

When Xiaoyi reached out her two arms, asking Xian Zihao to hug her, he just smiled amiably and pinched her small hand. Then he lowered his head and said a few words to her.

Xian Zihao's voice was very soft and Jiang Ruolan couldn't hear him clearly. She could only try her best to ignore him while secretly turning her head to look at his actions and expression from time to time.

No one knew what Xian Zihao said to Xiaoyi. At first, Xiaoyi's eyes filled with tears and Xian Zihao helped wipe it off, but then she stopped crying. Xiaoyi just opened her mouth and turned to look at Jiang Ruolan in shock.

Jiang Ruolan also tilted her head to look at Xiaoyi. The two patients sat on two separate beds, staring at each other.

What did Xian Zihao say to her?

Why did this girl look at her with a surprised expression? Look at that little mouth, it can almost swallow an egg.

After a while, Xiaoyi obediently got under the blanket and laid down. She then touched Xian Zihao's face with her little hands and happily giggled.

'Look at this child! She was five years old! At this age, she likes to be too touchy with her husband. Little pervert!'

Jiang Ruolan secretly stared at the girl's actions until Xian Zihao said something else to her.

After a long while, he glanced at Jiang Ruolan.

Jiang Ruolan immediately retracted her gaze and covered her vision with a newspaper. Xian Zihao stood up and came back to her bed. He picked up the newspaper in her hand.

Jiang Ruolan lowered her head and silently glanced at the sleeping Xiaoyi. She couldn't help but feel jealous. This little thing's temper was as stinky and hard as Zhou Shufen's. Other than Xian Zihao, no one else could control her.

Jiang Ruolan's forehead began to itch again, and she subconsciously tried to scratch it. When Xian Zihao saw this, he immediately stopped her hand and pulled her dishonest hand down. He then looked at the gauze covering her forehead and asked, "When did you change the gauze?"

"I just changed it at noon but this time, my wounds were itchy."

When Xian Zihao heard this, he reattached the gauze and suddenly carried her by the waist. Jiang Ruolan let out a low gasp. Since there was still Xiaoyi sleeping in the ward, she didn't dare to shout too loudly.

When she saw Xian Zihao about to walk out, she quickly put her arm around his neck and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Earlier, you were running around the ward with the child in your arms. Sweat came out on your forehead, so I will send you to change the gauze again." Xian Zihao hugged her tightly, as if she were his most precious possession, and walked out.

This place should not be considered a private hospital, so there were a lot of people coming and going in the corridors. The doctors, nurses, patients, and family members all looked at the two of them, and Jiang Ruolan could not contain her embarra.s.sment. "I can walk on my own. The injury on my forehead has healed for a long time."

In the end, Xian Zihao disagreed and said indifferently, "At least let me make up for not being able to be with you these past few days."

The corner of Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched. She just buried her head on his shoulder and muttered in a low voice, "Xian Zihao, I never thought you would be childish too."

Who knew that Xian Zihao would be proud instead. He even used a gentle and bewitching voice to threaten her, "I've only been away for half a month and you've already smashed your head. You'll only be able to make people feel at ease if you stay by my side all day."

"Ah? Doesn't that mean I will not have freedom?" Jiang Ruolan looked at him.

Xian Zihao glanced at her and calmly continued threatening her. "Do you want to be free or die?"

The corner of Jiang Ruolan's mouth curved as she suddenly hugged his neck tightly. She slowly whispered into his ear, "I want you ~"

After that, she maliciously stuck out her tongue and lightly licked a sensitive spot under his ear.

Jiang Ruolan successfully made a certain CEO's body tremble, then retracted her head. She turned her face away and smiled as she greeted the doctors and nurses that were coming and going.

"Hur hur, I'm going to change my gauze."

"Yes, this is my husband ~"

"Mhmm, my husband does look a bit like the legendary Xian Zihao."

Along the way, Jiang Ruolan deliberately ignored the rigid body and dark eyes of someone she had provoked. She was very energetic as she greeted everyone.

When Jiang Ruolan was sent to a certain department, the doctor saw that sweat had come out of her forehead, so he immediately told the nurse to come and change the gauze for her. The nurse came up with the medicine and quickly sterilized her wound with alcohol and cotton.

As soon as the alcohol-filled cotton ball touched the wound, Jiang Ruolan let out a "hiss," and a painful expression appeared on her face.

The 30-year-old nurse, who had been changing her gauze for a few days, looked at Jiang Ruolan's painful face with confusion. She then mumbled with a strange look on her face, "Strange. Miss Jiang, a few days ago, when I was changing the gauze for you, every time I disinfected your wound, I would ask you if it hurt. When it hurts the most, you would only grind your teeth and say it didn't."

The nurse's face was full of confusion, but when Jiang Ruolan heard this, her face instantly flushed red. She then glanced darkly at Xian Zihao, who was beside her.

When she saw a meaningful smile on his face as he looked at her, she immediately rolled her eyes.

She tried to be brave a few days ago, but now that her husband was here, she wanted to act coquettishly, alright? Can they just let her do whatever she wanted? Why these people would make her lose her face.

When they returned to the ward, Xian Zihao was still holding back his laughter. Jiang Ruolan's face was full of color. As soon as her b.u.t.t touched the bed, she sat down and said while clenching her teeth, "If you want to laugh, just laugh. There's no need to hold back!"

Xian Zihao's beautiful eyebrows rose slightly. Seeing that Jiang Ruolan was really fine, he smiled and poured the soup from the thermos cup into a small bowl. He then scooped up a spoon but did not immediately give it to her. First, he blew it, tasted it, and then fed her, "It looks like this soup was just made by Nanny Cheng. It's still hot. Eat slowly."

Jiang Ruolan lowered her head to drink the soup. Seeing that she had an appet.i.te to eat, Xian Zihao continued to feed her spoon after spoon.

Seeing his serious look, Jiang Ruolan could not help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart. Xian Zihao kept blowing the soup as he was really afraid of her being scalded.

Jiang Ruolan only felt that she was happier and more at ease with Xian Zihao by her side than at any other time.

In the last twenty years, she remembered that she had suffered many serious illnesses and minor ailments, but no one had ever treated her with such meticulous care.

Even Zhan An had to wait until the soup temperature was moderate before she gave it to her, while Xian Zihao feared that she would starve, he continued to feed her spoon by spoon with patience and precision.

"Drink it slowly. It's still a little hot."

Xian Zihao took a clean, detox handkerchief from the bedside table. When Jiang Ruolan smiled, a drop of soup flowed out of the corner of her mouth. He gently wiped the drops of soup on her mouth.

Jiang Ruolan's heart was filled with sweetness. She let him wipe her mouth and blinked as she faced her husband.