Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 392 - 390: Still Need Mommy to Feed Me Water

Chapter 392: Chapter 390: Still Need Mommy to Feed Me Water

In the room.

Jiayi carried a tray with a long-necked water bottle and a glass on it, having just come in.

Huo Zhenyang lay in bed, the feverish flush on his handsome cheeks slightly faded, his brows lightly furrowed, eyelids firmly shut, seeming even more uncomfortable than before.

The alcohol churned in waves, sometimes surging, sometimes mild.

The tugging and pulling just now seemed to have stirred up the drunkenness again.

Jiayi poured a glass of cool boiled water and approached the edge of the bed, "Mr. Huo, here’s your water."

Huo Zhenyang turned over, his deep eyes still tightly closed, his eyelashes cast down, throwing a shadow over his cheeks, his thin lips parted:

"Help me sit up."

Jiayi paused, then had to place the glass aside first, supported his back, and helped him sit up.

He really seemed to be heavily intoxicated now; she felt his entire body leaning towards her, the burn of his breath, mingled with the scent of a man and alcohol, came towards her in fits and starts, causing her fair forehead to also glisten with sweat.

The man was tall and robust.

With her height, she couldn’t support his weight at all; fearing he might slide down, she steeled her heart, wrapped her right hand around his lean waist to steady him, then bent down, squeezed under his muscular arm, and braced the man with her whole body, propping him up.

That brought her even closer to him.

She suppressed the complex and strange feelings that arose from being close to him.

His heavy breathing washed over Jiayi’s head in waves; her body was drenched with his sweat. She freed a hand to pick up the glass, "Mr. Huo, drink some water."

The little woman was like a natural wool pad, soft and comforting, making him feel very comfortable. His brow quirked slightly in an almost haughty manner, "Feed me."

His command was like an imperial edict, his voice raspier and more husky than before, beguiling and mesmerizing, showing no embarrassment at all.

Jiayi gritted her teeth, seeing his deadbeat appearance, she thought, if she had to feed him, then so be it!

She cradled his chin with one hand to prevent spilling, then pried his mouth open with the rim of the glass, slowly helping him drink.

The refreshing pure water flowed down his throat, trickling through his insides.

He felt somewhat relieved, his gaze becoming a bit more intense, following the natural scent of the little woman, he glanced aside.

Jiayi’s face was sweaty, like a water-kissed peach.

She was indeed very good at taking care of people.

Those who had just drunk alcohol were thirsty and hot, needing a lot of water; he drank the full three liters in the water bottle before he relaxed his limbs a bit.

Jiayi helped him down and let him lie back down.

Seeing that he was much more comfortable, Jiayi recalled what Ade had told her and picked up the tray, "I’ll go to the kitchen and make a hangover soup for Mr. Huo." Then she left the bedroom.

A few seconds after Jiayi had left, Zaizai slipped out from behind the wall.

The little chubby boy gently pushed the ajar door open and stealthily walked in.

The floor was covered in thick, expensive wool carpet; Zaizai, being little, was also light on his feet, making no sound on it.

He looked at the man on the bed, his cheeks puffed out, feeling certain that his decision to keep an eye on Mommy was the right one.

This bad uncle was really awful, demanding to be held and fed water by Mommy.

He didn’t even want to be fed, this bad uncle is already so big!

Needless to say, he was definitely making things difficult for Mommy on purpose.

Mommy came here to repay a debt, so how could the bad uncle let Mommy have an easy time?

With such a small figure, Mommy was nearly crushed by his strong and tall stature!

No wonder Mommy was always so tired when she came home, too exhausted even to read him a story.

Zaizai crouched by the bed, and the large European-style bed immediately hid his figure.

He took off his little backpack, took out colored pens, and began to draw on the pristine white sheets.

The emperor-sized bed was so spacious that the man didn’t notice anything.

Zaizai drew a circle of turtles, finally reaching the headboard, tilted his little face upward, and saw the man sleeping deeply.

He had dense eyelashes, a nose high like a tower, handsome sideburns cut with precision, thin lips tightly closed, forming a naturally smooth and beautiful curve.

This bad uncle, he really is even more handsome than those male stars on TV...

But no matter how handsome, he is still a bad person, a big bad person!

Zaizai pursed his lips, and the scene of the man lifting Mommy up and pinning her against the wall in front of the elevator doors came to mind—

His cheeks puffed out, he quietly climbed onto the bed and rolled over like a barrel, took advantage of his slumber, and raised the colored pen towards his face—

In an instant, an ingrained sense of alertness made the man’s eyes snap open, emitting a sharp, cold light like a drawn sword, his hand shot up, grabbing Zaizai’s wrist firmly, and he sat up with a jerk!

A glare like a blade, Zaizai froze in fear, "I am so scared; I thought the bad uncle was dead asleep—how could he wake up just like that!"

Before he could scramble away, Huo Zhenyang reacted instinctively, grabbed the little tyke, and threw him down from the bed.

"Waah—" Zaizai fell onto the floor with a thump!

Although the floor was covered with a thick woolen mat, he was still startled and, rubbing his bottom, started crying loudly, "Mommy—Mommy—someone is trying to kill me—"

On the carpet lay a chubby, fair-skinned little boy, his little backpack having been tossed aside.

Was it this little guy?

Huo Zhenyang’s expression turned icy, but he felt not the slightest guilt; instead, a cold smile played on his lips. This little brat was quite adept at playing the victim first.

Just then, Jiayi heard her son’s crying from Huo Zhenyang’s bedroom and, nearly dropping the soup she was cooking halfway, ran from the kitchen.

Pushing the door open, she saw Zaizai with his little bottom in the air, crying as if the world was ending, his little backpack fallen to the side.

Jiayi rushed over, picked up her son in a panic, "How did you get here, didn’t Mommy tell you to read by yourself on the first floor... What happened? What exactly happened?"

"The bad uncle threw me to the ground—"

The bad uncle? Zhenyang’s face turned even more livid.

Jiayi didn’t care about anything else; she checked her son’s body first, probing and squeezing to make sure there were no issues, then, when Zaizai’s crying gradually subsided, she picked him up.

She clenched her teeth, "Mr. Huo, I know you’re still upset about Xiaobao scratching your car, but didn’t you ask Xiaobao to come today? Why are you taking your anger out on him? He’s just a little kid, how could you actually bring yourself to throw him on the ground!"

Like mother, like son—they sure know how to cover for each other to this extent; it’s quite an eye-opener!

Huo Zhenyang snorted coldly and glanced at the King-size bed behind him, "First take a look at what your so-called ’little kid’ did. He scratched my car last time, and this time he’s drawn on my bed. If I hadn’t reacted quickly, this brat would have turned my face into his canvas. Just how exactly do you discipline your child?"