Chapter 2290 - 2115: Truly Envious of Director Qiao (2)
Chapter 2290: Chapter 2115: Truly Envious of Director Qiao (2)
Qiao Yutong’s face was pale, her forehead dotted with sweat as large as beans, her body continuously twisting back and forth in Song Xiaodong’s arms.
Song Xiaodong held Qiao Yutong close, gently patting one of her arms as if soothing a sleeping baby.
"It’s getting late, don’t you have evening self-study? I’ll find someone to send you back." Song Xiaodong said to Lu Yaobing.
"Okay." Lu Yaobing’s eyes seemed a bit dim.
Song Xiaodong then called the Su Family to send a car to take Lu Yaobing back to school.
He himself sat on the sofa, continuing to provide a lap pillow service for Qiao Yutong.
The dreams that Qiao Yutong had became increasingly frightening, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, so Song Xiaodong held her tighter.
"No! No!"
Qiao Yutong struggled and cried, tears streaming as she shouted louder and louder, ultimately waking herself up.
"Xiaodong!"
Seeing Song Xiaodong’s face, Qiao Yutong finally felt secure and reached out her arms for a hug.
"No, no, no, you have wounds."
"Mm."
Song Xiaodong reached out to help wipe away the tears at the corner of Qiao Yutong’s eyes.
"Get up, my legs are numb." Song Xiaodong negotiated with Qiao Yutong.
Chapter two thousand one hundred and fifteen, as a kind and considerate good man.
"Let me lie for ten more minutes."
"Really numb."
"Five minutes."
"What did you dream about?" Song Xiaodong asked Qiao Yutong.
"I don’t want to say."
"... "
"Where’s Lu Yao?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"I had someone send her back to school, she still has to go to evening self-study."
"I’ll treat you all to a meal another day."
"We’ve had countless meals together, today you treat me, tomorrow I treat you." Song Xiaodong joked.
"Your disciple left, why aren’t you leaving?" Qiao Yutong lay on Song Xiaodong’s lap, blinking and asking.
"Of course I’m staying to take care of you!" Song Xiaodong nodded and winked at Qiao Yutong.
"Really?"
"I... I’m tired and want to rest a bit before leaving."
"Mm." Qiao Yutong nodded with her eyes closed.
"Besides, I need to tell you how to use these painkillers."
"Mm."
"Does it hurt?"
"Doesn’t hurt."
"That’s good."
"Hurts..."
"Then get up, I’ll get you the medicine."
"Doesn’t hurt."
"I’ve made some dressings, change them daily, I’ll have my disciple come to change the medicine for you every day." Song Xiaodong said.
"Can you come to change it for me?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"Sure."
"I’m asking, why don’t you ever wear the scarf I gave you?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"I really like it, but if I go out wearing the scarf you gave me, my wives can’t resist teasing me." Song Xiaodong replied with a smile.
The effect of the anesthesia gradually faded, the wound started aching, and Qiao Yutong frowned slightly, softly saying to Song Xiaodong, "It hurts."
"If it hurts, take the medicine, get up, come on."
Qiao Yutong then got up to take the painkillers Song Xiaodong prepared.
"No strenuous exercise, no spicy food, no bathing." Song Xiaodong advised.
"How can I manage without bathing?" Qiao Yutong muttered, puckering her lips.
"Just use a wet towel to wipe down."
"Oh."
"Was the surgery tiring?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"It’s alright, much easier than treating Deputy Commander for late-stage liver cancer." Song Xiaodong replied.
"That’s good, do you want to stay for a meal?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"Flipping stir fries is also considered strenuous exercise." Song Xiaodong stated.
"Then I can’t cook, what should I eat?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"You can come to my house and grab a meal!" Song Xiaodong suggested.
"If it were just you, it wouldn’t matter, but you have so many wives, if I go for a meal at your home, wouldn’t Qingqing say to you, ’Bringing a woman home?’ " Qiao Yutong said.
"You’re taking jokes seriously, actually, my wives all like you and are hoping you move to the Su Family Courtyard to live with them." Song Xiaodong said.
"Stop! Enough!"
"Well, since you can’t cook yourself, I, as a kind and considerate good man, can’t bear to see you starve, so let me cook dinner for you tonight, then you can see my skills." Song Xiaodong said benevolently to Qiao Yutong.
"Gosh, it’s not like I can’t order takeaway, can’t starve to death, you’re talking like you saved my life!" Qiao Yutong glared at Song Xiaodong.
"Can you just simply say thanks?"
"Hmph!"
Song Xiaodong opened Qiao Yutong’s fridge, staring at the leftover dishes in bewilderment.
"Even cockroaches couldn’t survive in this fridge!" Song Xiaodong said.
"This is to test your cooking skills!"
Song Xiaodong used the few things in Qiao Yutong’s kitchen to make a small meal.
"Your cooking skills actually seem pretty good!" Qiao Yutong praised.
"Of course, back when I was in the army, our squad never went to the mess hall, even the mess hall folks came to us for meals." Song Xiaodong said proudly.
"Brag all you want!"
"Eat slowly, I’m heading off."
"You’re not eating?"
"The leftovers in your fridge aren’t enough for two people, your lifestyle doesn’t look like a deputy director’s." Song Xiaodong commented.
"I was planning to buy groceries this afternoon, but you did surgery for me, so I didn’t buy anything." Qiao Yutong said.
"Alright, I’m off."
"Stay a little longer!" Qiao Yutong pleaded.