Chapter 697: Help her blow.

My wife is feeding her boss for breakfast.
"Ah ... I'll go out first." Shangguan lowered his head awkwardly, then quickly turned to leave.
"Well, you can eat it yourself!" After the episode just now, Song Wenxin was a little embarrassed.
Jiang Beihan raised his hand, took a tissue, wiped her thin lips, and then glanced at her.
"I have to take a trip today and come back in the afternoon, you'll be honest. If you really want to go out, I will let the bodyguards follow, and they will report your whereabouts." He straightened, and then ordered her seriously .
"Oh ..." Song Wen nodded heartily and agreed.
Anyway, she has long been used to bodyguards.
However, he was a bit surprised, he did not say today to stop her from going to the hospital!
"I am leaving."
The words fell, Jiang Beihan did not get up, but leaned slightly towards her side ...
Seeing his actions, Song Wenxin instantly understood, looked left and right, and saw that there were no servants in the restaurant. Then he stepped forward gently and kissed his lips.
What made her feel ashamed was that the family rule of two kisses a day, which was very conflicting, was getting more and more used to it.
After getting a good morning kiss, Jiang Beihan got up and left.
After he left, Song Wenxin was sitting in the restaurant alone, looking down at the invitation with expectation and smiling.
Good performance? How does it perform well?
She held her chin in one hand and thought about it.
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At more than 11:00 in the morning, Song Wenxin took out several thermal insulation boxes out of the Mid-levels Villa, because the bodyguards followed, she simply let them drive her away.
Soon after, Song Wenxin came to the hospital in the city center, got out of the car, and brought the two insulation boxes into the hospital.
She first went to Master Jiang's room. When she went, Mr. Jiang had already eaten lunch and fell asleep after taking medicine.
Song Wenxin didn't bother him, so he gave the insulation box to Uncle Liu.
Inside was her own chicken soup. When Qiao Weiwei was there a while ago, she taught her a lot of cooking skills. She originally planned to bring soup to Jiangbeihan for a good performance.
But because it was too much, it was divided into several points, one for Master Jiang.
After coming out of Jiang's ward, Song Wenxin turned to Jiang Yuan's ward yesterday.
The two bodyguards kept a certain distance from her and followed behind, not approaching nor deviating.
Seeing Song Wenxin coming, Jiang Yuan was obviously happy, and she stared at the insulated box in her hand with interest.
"Is this delicious?" Jiang Yuan asked curiously.
"It's chicken soup, do you want to try it now?" Song Wen nodded and smiled, and was somewhat confident in his cooking.
When I heard that there was something to eat, Jiang Yuan nodded quickly.
Song Wenxin lowered the insulation box and opened Jiang Yuansheng to serve hot chicken soup.
Smelling the scent of chicken soup, Jiang Yuan was so excited that he took it up and drank it, but suddenly frowned.
"It's scalding." She set the bowl down, aggrieved.
"Who made you drink so urgently ..." Song Wen glanced helplessly at her, before she could say that she should drink slowly, she started drinking.
She boiled the soup and put it directly into the insulation box.
She shook her head, then took the soup, and kindly helped her.
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Seeing Song Wenxin helping her to blow soup, Jiang Yuan's expression paused for a moment, the mistake on her face flashed, but she soon recovered her naive expression ...