Chapter 618

The man had a blaming expression on his face, "I just woke up after sleeping for two days, did you do what Zhao Yi asked you to do? He told you to run and you ran. Don't you know that you haven't eaten for two days, and you are also a sick person? It's all right now Well, another hypoglycemia, another strain!"

Joe One: "..."

This, blame me?

The big boss is so unreasonable!

want to refute.

However, Qiao Yi glanced at him secretly, with a fiery expression and a fierce look in his eyes, it's better not to mess with him.

Seeing that Qiao kept silent, lowered his head silently, and pretended to admit his mistake, the unidentified anger seemed to subside a little.

At this moment, Zhao Yi came back with a bowl of black things.

Before he came to the front, Qiao Yi smelled a bitter smell, and his brows frowned immediately.

Zhao Yi handed the bowl to He Yunting, "You feed her."

"what is this."

"The medicine for her illness, traditional Chinese medicine."

"No, no, I won't drink!"

When Qiao Yiyi heard that the thing was for her to drink, she immediately covered her face with her sleeve, with rejection written all over her face.

He Yunting leaned closer and smelled it, and a strong smell of medicine immediately rushed into his nostrils. He was still a little choked, and asked uncertainly: "Is this thing drinkable?"

Zhao Yi didn't force her, just said: "There is no western medicine for her ailment. Either drink the medicine I prepared, and the medicine will be cured in half an hour, or she will die of pain."

After speaking, he ignored the two of them and left with his hands behind his back.

He Yunting looked at Qiao Yi, "Baby, why don't you drink it."

"I don't! I don't drink!"

Qiao sternly refused, got into the quilt directly, and covered his head.

He Yunting had no choice but to look at the black medicine bowl in his hand, took it up and took a sip in a strange way.

Immediately raised his eyebrows.

It turned out to be sweet.

Although it has a medicinal smell, it is not as strong as the medicinal smell, and it also has a spicy feeling.

He only took a sip, and immediately felt the warmth in his stomach, like a small sun inside, and continued to heat up.

Regardless of whether Zhao Yi's medicine is a symptom of her muscle strain, at least, this medicine can solve the problem of Qiao Qiao's body cold and chills.

"Baby, this medicine is sweet, I won't lie to you."

"No, no. How do you know it's sweet?" Qiao Yi kicked under the quilt, completely disbelieving what He Yunting said.

The man had no choice but to be afraid that Qiao Yi would kick him in his direction and smash the medicine bowl. He put the bowl on the bedside table first, and then stretched out his hand to pull the quilt.

"No, no, I don't take medicine. You can ask Zhao Yi to give me an injection, but don't take medicine." Qiao Yi grabbed the quilt and kept hiding behind the pillow.

Suddenly I heard He Yunting cry out in pain:

"Hiss...baby, my wound hurts."

Qiao Yi was startled, and tore off the quilt abruptly, "Let me see where you hurt, I didn't kick your waist, why does the wound hurt, because... um..."

He Yunting's handsome face suddenly magnified in front of her, and then, a ray of sweet taste came in from his mouth.

"I did not lie to you?"

The man left with a kiss, but he had no intention of continuing.

Qiao smacked his lips, what happened to the inexplicably familiar taste?

It seems like in the previous life, every time her little assistant came to do something, she made that motherwort, ginger and brown sugar water.

He Yunting saw that her expression was as usual and did not repel her anymore. He struck while the iron was hot, and immediately picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Qiao Yi's mouth, coaxing: "Be good, baby, open your mouth and take a drink."