Love Between A Cook And A Doctor

'But when I'm hurt. Who cares about me?'

Her stomach twitched.

She had been eating cheap lunch from the film crew and the company for many years. In the past five years, her job as an agent had destroyed her innocence and her stomach.

As long as she was in a bad mood, she would have a stomachache.

She huddled up in the driver's seat, clenched her fist and pressed it against her stomach.

It still hurt.

Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead.

The phone in the other hand kept ringing.

She didn't have the strength to look at it. She knew that there must be something wrong with the restaurant and they couldn't deal with it, so they were searching for her everywhere. She gritted her teeth and opened the small suitcase at the front of the car.

She was used to using strong pain killers.

Once she took one pill, the pain would be immediately relieved.

As for the consequences, she had no time to care.

As soon as the bottle was held in her hand, someone knocked on the car window.

The man outside the car looked gloomy.

She opened the door and stared at him weakly. "I don't want to quarrel with you now."

Whatever. When they first met, they always quarreled with each other. Gradually, she didn't care anymore.

He jumped into the passenger seat and looked at the medicine bottle in her hand. "What's wrong with you?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" She poured out a pill and was about to put it into her mouth.

He had already seen the label. He frowned and took the pill from her hand. "These are strong painkillers. You're fine. Why do you eat these?"

"Fine? Do you think I'm fine? " Cherry stared at him, but because of the pain, her eyes lost their killing power.

He looked down and saw her hand covering her stomach.

He put his palm close to her and pressed her stomach with his warm palm.

Her face flushed all of a sudden, and even the pain seemed to be alleviated. "What are you doing?" She struggled slightly.

"You'd better go to my place for a gastroscope a few days later."

He got out of the car and helped her out of the car from the other side. "If you don't eat and hide in the car and eat the pain killer, it's strange that your stomach doesn't protest." As soon as he got out of the car, he saw her pale face, and his face froze.

"Eat something and drink some hot water. Go back to sleep early." He held her with his strong hand.

"Leave me alone. I'll go to No. 1 room to find Moore. He's my man in your eyes..." She resisted slightly, but did not really struggle out.

He glanced at her and stopped talking.

She was suddenly lifted up.

"Ah... You..."

She was really embarrassed this time.

Her father was still busy in the kitchen, but he hugged her in front of the guests and the staff in the restaurant. Was he afraid that her father didn't misunderstand her enough? "You walked too slowly." His words were brief and to the point.

She was carried into the office.

The warm water was sent to her lips.

The traditional Chinese medicine was delivered to her hand.

"It works too slowly..." She protested, "I have a lot of things to do..."

"There is no end to earn money." Said Jacob calmly.

She was stunned to see him act as He asked her waiter

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"Hey..." When in Rome, do as the Romans do?'

He covered her with the quilt, wrapped the hot water bag with a towel and put it on her belly.

It was warm but not hot. Even her stomach couldn't help but want to sigh comfortably.

Before she could sigh, a spoon of porridge came over.

There were sweet rice, delicious porridge and simple dishes.

This was the simplest and cheapest dinner she had ever had.

But there was unspeakable sweetness in her mouth.

"It should be easy to buy a porridge maker, wash rice and make porridge in the office. Your stomach is so weak Porridge is good for your stomach. "

He said lightly as he fed the porridge to her mouth.

His action was much gentler than his words. "Come to the hospital tomorrow and have a gastroscopy."

"No." Cherry closed her mouth and said, "I don't want to eat any more. I can't eat too much in the evening. I'll get fat later."

He rolled his eyes at her and said, "Only when you are fat can you look good."

Her face turned red all of a sudden.

"It has nothing to do with you." She said reluctantly, "It's difficult to have a gastroscopy. I don't want to go."

She wanted to throw up at the thought of a tube from her throat to her stomach with a small mirror at the top.

No, she would definitely vomit to death.

"It depends on the technology. It's not difficult for me to do it." He said lightly.

"No." She refused.

'Does he need to be so arrogant?" "The painkillers work every time I take them."

'Stomachache is not a big deal. Why do I need to see a doctor? It won't kill me.'

"If you don't come tomorrow, I won't talk to you anymore."

After feeding her, he lowered his head and ate the extra bowl of porridge. The white jade soup was finished little by little by him.

Did this man need to make her angry with what she said just now?

"Humph, as if you have talked to

me." She snorted coldly and turned e away from him, not looking

her

at his tempting look when eating.

Why was he so delicate?

Why was he so gentle?

'He is a domineering man. Why does he pretend to be gentle and elegant?'

"If I don't want to talk to you, I wouldn't have come." He said quickly in a low voice. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐