The next morning, Lin Miao woke up in a steady heartbeat.

She raised her face.

Luo Yan was still asleep.

The morning light came out from the curtains that were not yet fully like this, falling onto his high nose bridge, creating a shallow shadow.

Lin Miao curled her lips and shaved naughtyly.

Luo Yan's eyelashes moved slightly and opened them all at once.

Lin Miao was frightened and quickly retracted his hand.

"You're awake," she smiled guiltily.

Luo Yan nodded and looked down at her in his arms.

"It's getting late, it's almost time to get up," she struggled to get up.

"No hurry," Luo Yan tightened his arm and hooked her back again.

Lin Miao was passively fixed. Looking at her handsome face, she even breathed lightly.

Luo Yan slowly raised his head and approached her.

Lin Miao closed her eyes, nervous and expectant.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Lin Miao opened his eyes suddenly, but saw that Luo Yan was less than a finger from him.

"There is a phone call," she hurriedly shrank back.

"No need to worry," he fixed her again and continued to get closer.

The two had just married and woke up, and Luo Yan was extremely energetic.

The phone rang a few times and then it stopped.

Without a sharp sound, Lin Miao was obviously much more relaxed.

Luo Yan curled his lips and was about to make a fuss, but the phone rang again. This time, Lin Miao's cell phone rang together.

Lin Miao couldn't stay there now, so she forced herself to break free and rushed to the living room.

The fragrance disappeared instantly, and Luo Yan rubbed his head in frustration.

"Luo Yan, get up quickly and go to the shop," Lin Miao rushed in at a speed that was a little faster than before.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Yan asked while going downstairs.

"My mother was injured," Lin Miao's face changed in an anxious state.

She hurriedly threw a piece of men's clothing to Luo Yan and began to clean up herself.

Ten minutes later, the two rushed to the hospital.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw the waiter waiting for them.

"how's it going?"

Lin Miao saw the blood on the waiter's body at a glance, and his eyes turned black and his legs became weak.

Luo Yan hurriedly supported her and asked in a deep voice.

"I hurt my fingers and sewed four stitches," the waiter hurriedly replied.

"Where is she?"

Lin Miao immediately breathed a sigh of relief when she learned that Lin Jie was not what she thought.

"Upstairs, I'll take you there," the waiter rushed forward and took the two to the disposal room.

The nurse was treating Lin Jie's wounds for the final treatment. Lin Miaojing waited for her to finish it before going over and said, "It doesn't matter if her injury is right?"

"You can't touch the water for seven days. Please take a look at the other ones after removing the wires," the nurse's answer was very formulaic.

"Okay," Lin Miao nodded and helped Lin Jie up.

"I'm fine, I just slipped my hands and rubbed them," Lin Jie said with a hurried smile as he looked at Lin Miao's worried face turned pale.

Lin Miao smiled, but did not expose it, but only helped her to the car.

When she got home, Lin Miao helped her change her clothes and said, "You will rest at home these two days, don't go anywhere, don't do anything."

"I will prepare lunch, so you will be responsible for eating it, and you don't have to worry about the bowl or anything."

"Then I'm a useless person?"

Lin Jie smiled.

"You are a patient now, and the patient must be conscious of the patient. Only by being useless now are you obedient," Lin Miao went to the kitchen with a stern face.

Lin Jie turned to Luo Yan and wanted to ask him to help him plead with love.

Luo Yan didn't dare to make Lin Miao really angry, and hurriedly said, "Mom, you can watch TV for a while, I'll go and help Miao Miao."

His feet slipped away with oil.

"What a wife who is in charge of it," Lin Jie muttered, but had to watch the TV screen.

A TV series was being staged. Lin Jie watched, but his thoughts flew out.

Lin Miao came out to cook the dishes and saw her staring at the TV with all her concentration.

She glanced at her eyes and saw that it was a bloody TV series that had been replayed countless times, and she couldn't help but shake her head.

These family emotional dramas are really the favorites of middle-aged and elderly women.

No matter how many times I read it, I still can't read it enough.

"Mom, I've prepared all the dishes and put them in the microwave when I want to eat," she said while taking off her apron.

"Ah, OK," Lin Jie suddenly realized.

"I'll come back early tonight, you are not allowed to move those things," Lin Miao didn't care, but just gave me some advice.

"Yes, I guarantee not to move," Lin Jie responded with a smile.

"Then I'm going to work," Lin Miao nodded with satisfaction and went out with Luo Yan.

Walking on the road, Luo Yan said, "Do you realize that your mother is a little wrong?"

"No," Lin Miao asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can't say it either," Luo Yan shook his head, "I just feel that she looks very bad today."

"She has just shed so much blood, so it would be strange if her face is good," Lin Miao slanted him.

This is common sense. Could it be that he, the top student, don’t you not know it?

Luo Yan glanced at her, and was tactful and did not argue with her.

After sending Lin Miao to the shop, he said, "I will pick you up later when I go to the market. I will send you whatever you need to directly on my phone."

"I understand," Lin Miao entered the shop.

The fried chef came out of the kitchen.

"Your mother is okay?"

"It's okay, I've sewed a few stitches," Lin Miao said briefly. Seeing that there were not many customers, he went to prepare the reservation.

The fried chef followed her into the kitchen, "It's all my fault. When I came in the morning, I saw that she was a little wrong. At that time, I should insist on letting her go back."

"Why is it wrong?"

Even though she insisted that her mother was very good, Luo Yan's words still had an impact on her, so when Lin Miao heard the little baked chef say this, he became aware of it.

"As soon as she came, she took the wrong pot, and then released the medicinal materials, and then went to cut vegetables while I was not paying attention," the fried chef was very sorry, "I blamed me, I shouldn't go outside, otherwise this wouldn't happen."

"This is an accident, no one wants it," Lin Miao smiled slightly. "It's nothing big, it's better to raise it."

Lin Miao didn't want Xiaobao to blame himself and advised him with a gentle voice.

But Xiaofried Master saw Lin Jie was injured with his own eyes, so how could he let it go?

Seeing Lin Miao preparing medicinal food for blood-generating qi, he hurriedly took action.

Nearly evening, Luo Yan came, and Lin Miao hurried home with the stewed medicinal food and herbs.

Lin Jie was sleeping after taking medicine.

The two of them tiptoed as much as possible.

However, not long after, Lin Jie woke up in pain.

She came out to drink water, and when she saw the two of them coming, she said, "Why did you come back so early?"

She put down the cup and said, "I'm a little hurt now. It's not that I can't move anymore and can't take care of myself."

"If you have something to do, just go and do it, don't come back specially for me."

"No," Luo Yan smiled, "It's over and I'm fine to stay there, so I'll just come back."

He opened the insulation bag and took out the medicinal food.

"This is what Miaomiao stewed for you. It took me four hours to taste it."

Lin Jie felt warm and looked at Lin Miao who was busy working in the kitchen.

"This kid is really."

She angrily scooped a spoon and put it in her mouth.

The faint medicinal smell mixed with the aroma of the ingredients flows in the mouth. Obviously, Lin Miao specially considers the dosage of the medicine when dealing with it.
Chapter completed!