Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song has a pale face, but her skin is fine and white.

Look at it this way, it's white and it's a little morbid.

The thought of her car crash not fully recovering and falling off her horse's back made Gu Zheng feel terrible.

Gu Qiu put the food box in the bedside table and sit down.

He looked at her blindly, pale face, not applying a little fat powder, but better than applying it.

Looking at it, Gu Xiao felt that Song was the best looking woman he had ever seen in his life.

Before, he didn't have a chance to see who she really was.

One, she made herself look strong, powdered on her face, thick, colorful, unsightly.

Second, he didn't look at her carefully before, and when he saw her makeup on her face, he felt sick.

Now, instead of applying any powder, she looks much better than before.

You can delight others with your face, but you have to die and paint your face differently.

Making up such a beautiful face is a waste.

Gu Zheng reached out and wanted to touch this beautiful white face.

Shin just had to touch her, suddenly thought of something, pause.

His hand, halfway in the sky, looked into Song's worry-free eyes, some trance.

After a few seconds of condensation, I finally took my hand back.

His hands just retrieved and Song opened his eyes.

“When did you get back? ”

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a big living man sitting here, Song's eyes clear and clear, quickly walking past a guard and vigilance.

“Just come back. ”

“ …… ”

Gu Qiang grabbed the food box, his voice was low, “Are you hungry? I packed you porridge. ”

“…” Song looked at him with surprise.

His cousin, Major Gu, packed?

What is the image of a dignified dress, a dignified identity, carrying a takeout box?

Must be a lot of turnaround, huh?

“What porridge?” Song has no worries.

Actually, she's a little hungry.

Gu and Mugu had just left, and the doctor came to examine her.

Said she could eat some light meals.

And she thought, "Sleep and order takeout."

“Xiaomi porridge, very fragrant.” Gu Qiang can easily lift Song Wuxi up with one arm.

Xiaomi porridge...

Song Li Xiao loved to eat rice cake in his previous life.

“You feed me again?” Song had no worries and looked at Gu Xiao.

Gu Zhuang raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face. "Can't you? ”

“I'll do it myself.” Song had no worries for a moment and a half, and couldn't adjust to his sudden goodness to himself.

“How did you get here?” Gu Zhuang watched her cast her hands with interest.

Song Fengxiao glanced at his injured hand with his eyes.

Oh, this hand. When do I get it?

Seeing her no longer disputed, Gu Zhuang snapped his lips satisfactorily, revealing a charming shallow smile.

“Pastoral back?” Song has no worries.

“Mm-hmm.” Gu Qiu responded lightly, scooping a spoon of porridge, blowing it, and sending it to Song's worry-free mouth.

Song did not worry about opening his mouth, porridge imported, porridge suddenly filled the entire mouth.

“Smells good.” Song Wuoxiao hooked his lips and smiled softly.

“Finish it. ”

Song Wuxi glanced at the bowl in his hand.

Not big, even full of porridge, but done, no problem.

Xiaomi porridge is really delicious, plus Song is worry-free and hungry. In a moment, it will be over.

After feeding her, Gu Zheng stayed with her in the ward.

She slept, he slept with her, watched TV with her.

Time to turn around, it's night.

Oh, at night, the problem's coming.