12dz Chapter 437: Saved by a fierce and rough boss
Chapter 437: Saved by a fierce and rough boss
When Wen Yang woke up the next day, it was already noon.
Cheng Zheng was no longer in the room.
Wen Yang sat up with some difficulty, and when he looked down, he saw that his body was covered with ambiguous red marks left from last night.
Just as she blushed and lamented that Cheng Zheng was a beast, she heard the sound of a door opening.
Wen Yang quickly picked up the quilt in front of him and wrapped himself tightly.
When I looked up again, I found that it was Cheng Zheng who brought in a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup.
When Cheng Zheng came in, he saw Wen Yang lying on the bed, hugging the quilt like a frightened deer, and quickly turned around and closed the door.
He got up early this morning and saw Wen Yang still sleeping soundly beside him, so he didn't have the heart to disturb her. He went out alone to offer tea to Wen Tuqiang and Zhao Lifang and chatted with them for a few more words.
Originally, Zhao Lifang wanted to go into the house and wake up Wen Yang to have breakfast together, but Cheng Zheng stopped her, saying that Wen Yang was very tired and would probably need to sleep for a while before waking up.
After hearing this, Zhao Lifang thought that Wen Yang might have suffered a lot last night, so she gave up the idea of asking Wen Yang to come out for breakfast together.
So after the family finished breakfast, he came into the house alone with a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
After Cheng Zheng placed the chicken noodle soup on the table in the room, he looked up at Wen Yang and said, "I was thinking of calling you later. Why are you awake now? Are you still feeling unwell?"
Feeling a pain still in his lower body, Wen Yang nodded.
Cheng Zheng immediately took a few steps forward and sat on the edge of the bed. He put his arm around Wen Yang's shoulders and asked, "Where does it hurt? Let me see."
Hearing this, Wen Yang's face instantly turned red with embarrassment. He quickly wrapped himself in the quilt and stepped back a few steps. He lowered his head and whispered softly, "No need, I'm fine."
Even though Cheng Zheng tried to pull her quilt, she kept it wrapped tightly, as if she would never obey. Seeing this, Cheng Zheng could only give up for the time being.
He stood up, picked up the bowl of fragrant chicken noodle soup from the table, and returned to sit in front of the bed. He picked up a handful of noodles with chopsticks, blew it carefully to cool it down, and then passed the bowl to Wen Yang's mouth. He said in a gentle voice: "Then you should eat something first. You were busy all day yesterday and didn't eat much last night. You must be starving now, right?"
Wen Yang looked at the thin and soft noodles wrapped in the aroma of chicken soup in front of him, and instantly felt the gluttony in his stomach being aroused. He didn't care about brushing his teeth yet, and directly bit the noodles picked up by Cheng Zheng with his chopsticks, and swallowed it into his stomach with a slurp.
After a while, the bowl of noodles was finished.
"It's delicious." Wen Yang sighed contentedly, his eyes narrowed into crescents.
Seeing Wen Yang's satisfied look, Cheng Zheng's lips curled up into a faint smile.
He stood up, lowered his eyes to look at the red mark on Wen Yang's collarbone, coughed lightly, and spoke softly: "Since you are awake, you should change your clothes first. Your clothes are on the bedside cabinet. I will go out and put the bowls in the kitchen."
Wen Yang glanced sideways and found that there was indeed a set of clean clothes prepared on the cabinet beside the bed.
She nodded obediently, and then Cheng Zheng took the bowl and went out.
After Wen Yang changed his clothes and was about to leave the room to take a look, he ran into Cheng Zheng who had just returned from putting away the dishes at the door.
Without waiting for Wen Yang to speak, Cheng Zheng pushed Wen Yang into the house.
Wen Yang was pushed back repeatedly, and soon fell back onto the bed.
"Do you want to take a nap?" Wen Yang asked as he moved to the other side of the bed, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Zheng did not answer her question directly, but pushed her onto the bed.
Due to inertia, Wen Yang leaned back defenselessly and lay back on the bed.
Just as she was about to stand up, Cheng Zheng reached out and grabbed her ankle, slightly spread it outwards and gently pushed it towards her. Her slender legs were immediately bent into an M shape.
This action is exactly the same as that action.
Moreover, the clothes she changed into this morning were a dress with a very wide skirt, so Cheng Zheng's movements were not hindered at all, and his hand easily reached the place where she was injured last night.
Frightened, Wen Yang exclaimed, "What are you doing? It's broad daylight!"
Cheng Zheng looked calm and composed, and said slowly: "Don't panic, honey, I'm just taking a look."
"What are you looking at!" Wen Yang blushed and used his legs to kick Cheng Zheng away.
However, considering the difference in physique and strength between the two, Wen Yang's strength was not worth mentioning at all.
She couldn't even straighten her legs. She struggled several times but failed, so she simply gave up and let Cheng Zheng "watch".
After a long while, Cheng Zheng gently released Wen Yang's ankle and commented calmly, "There seems to be a small wound underneath. Apply some more medicine." After that, he stood up, opened the drawer at the head of the bed, and took out a small tube of ointment.
He unscrewed the lid and squeezed the ointment onto his fingertips, then leaned over and gently applied it to Wen Yang's wound.
His fingers gently brushed across the wound, and the sensitive numbness and slight tingling caused a shiver to spread deep within Wen Yang's body. He shuddered subconsciously, and a blush gradually spread across his face.
She raised her eyes shyly and saw Cheng Zheng looking at her with a half-smile, as if he really appreciated her blushing face.
"Okay, get out of the way!" Wen Yang glared at Cheng Zheng unhappily.
The corners of Cheng Zheng's mouth suddenly pulled up into a malicious smile. His fingers with medicine gently probed into the wound and asked in a puzzled manner: "I once heard the doctor say that if you want the wound to recover faster, it is best not to get it wet. But wife, you..." Cheng Zheng said while deliberately wiping the water stains around the wound.
The oily ointment coupled with the slippery touch of the water stains made Cheng Zheng's fingertips seem to have transformed into the Monkey King, following a winding warm stream back to his hometown in Huaguo Mountain.
Seeing that Cheng Zheng was still trying to push his luck, Wen Yang widened his eyes, hurriedly brushed Cheng Zheng's hand away, and cursed softly, "Pervert!"
Then he jumped out of bed at the speed of light, not daring to stay in the room for a moment, and turned around and ran out of the house.
Cheng Zheng saw Wen Yang's blushing ears from behind, then lowered his eyes to look at his finger, revealing a meaningful smile, then slowly stood up and walked out of the house.