The Gentle Beauty of the Disabled Boss

Chapter 8 How to feed soup without a spoon?

While Qiao Yun was looking at his phone, a person he hated walked over with a fake smile on his face.

"Senior Qiao is indeed amazing."

Qiao Yun glanced at him and whispered, "Well, you've worked hard too."

Nurse: [Master, I have already given the gentleman dinner. ]

The nurse sent a message, Qiao Yun sighed and replied.

Qiao Yun: [Thank you, Auntie. You don't have to help me prepare dinner. I'm busy at work today and I'll probably be back very late.]

Nurse: [Then I will make some pork rib soup for you, and keep it warm for you to warm up when you come back. You can also feed some to your husband.]

Qiao Yun: [Auntie, you've worked hard.]

Qiu Nan, who was left out, couldn't hold back his smile. He said to Qiao Yun, "Senior Qiao, I learned a lot today. I will aim to be as good as you and work hard."

Qiao Yun glanced at him, expressionless, and squeezed out a "hmm" from his throat.

After eating the lunch box prepared by the assistant, the hairstylist helped Qiao Yun cut her long hair.

His head seemed to have lightened by several pounds. Qiao Yun touched his hair and said to the hairdresser with a smile, "Thank you, sister."

The hairdresser covered his mouth and giggled, obviously in a good mood.

Fortunately, the crew's makeup photos were also taken in this photography building, so Brother Li took Qiao Yun there.

People in the entertainment industry are busy day and night. They are busy when the sun rises and they don't rest when it gets dark.

This crew is filming a TV series in which Qiao Yun plays the protagonist, a ghost-catching Taoist priest. The story of this TV series revolves around the ghosts surrounding the Taoist priest.

Today I just took some makeup photos.

As soon as Qiao Yun arrived, she was pulled over to change clothes and put on makeup.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, and the makeup brush was flying on his face again, making Qiao Yun's facial contours look more distinct.

The Taoist priest who just graduated is a little childish, with a stubborn look on his face, and he never backs down when facing demons and monsters.

Qiao Yun posed in front of the green screen following the photographer's instructions, and then the shutter flashed.

By the time Qiao Yun finished his work, it was already dark.

After a busy day, he leaned limply in his seat, not wanting to move.

He insisted on going back, and the driver took him back to the villa.

In the car, Qiao Yun closed his eyes and slept for a while to make himself feel better.

Before going to see Mr. Zuo, he scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face to make himself look more energetic.

There were slight bloodshot eyes, a sign of excessive fatigue.

Qiao Yun practiced smiling in front of the mirror and only walked towards the bedroom after he felt that it was okay.

"Mr. Zuo, I'm sorry I'm back late." Qiao Yun apologized with a smile.

The person on the bed couldn't hear him, so naturally he wouldn't respond.

Qiao Yun was not discouraged. After taking a shower, he couldn't help but climb onto the bed and tell her what happened today.

"Mr. Zuo, I met a very annoying person today. Although he hasn't done anything yet, I felt that he was a very bad person the first time I saw him. I hate him very much." Qiao Yun chattered on and on about his disgust for Qiu Nan.

"With Mr. Zuo here, that person will not be able to bully me. Mr. Zuo, when will you wake up?" Qiao Yun said, looking at Zuo Shilou's face and kissing him gently.

"Auntie cooked some pork rib soup. I'll go get some for Mr. Zuo."

Qiao Yun smiled like a wild cat stealing fish, covered his mouth and ran out.

The pork rib soup was warm. After Qiao Yun drank a bowl of it, his stomach felt warm, which drove away some of the chill from the night.

Qiao Yun smiled and served Zuo Shilou a bowl, then slowly walked upstairs with the bowl in his hand.

Just when he was about to feed him, Qiao Yun was in trouble. He had just drunk the soup directly from the bowl, and now he walked up with the bowl in his hand, and he actually forgot to take the spoon.

After a busy day, Qiao Yun was not willing to go downstairs again to get a spoon. He looked at the clear soup, pursed his lips, and a blush appeared on his face.

"Mr. Zuo, I'm sorry."

With a mouthful of soup in his mouth, Qiao Yun leaned over and kissed Zuo Shilou on the mouth. He gently pried open his teeth with his tongue and passed the soup in his mouth to him.

Zuo Shilou's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed the soup.

Qiao Yun looked at this and felt embarrassed.

Fortunately, Mr. Zuo was in a coma. If he was awake, he would definitely not be embarrassed to do such a thing.

After this beginning, Qiao Yun's subsequent movements became much smoother. Even though he was still very ashamed, he fed the entire bowl of soup to Zuo Shilou in this way.

Qiao Yun's face turned red. He was trying really hard, so Mr. Zuo also had to try hard to wake up.

Qiao Yun smiled gently and put away the bowl with great joy.

Finally, she cleaned Zuo Shilou's mouth with saline solution and wiped Mr. Zuo's body before lying down beside him.