Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song Li Xiao caught infinite memories by this familiar smell.

“It's delicious and tastes just like I said. ”

Song felt itchy, sour, and astringent in his throat.

“with mud. ”

Song has no worries about his lips, “This way, it tastes better. ”

“Do you like it?” Pastoral question.

“Mmm.” Song nodded worryingly.

“Eat more if you like.” Pastoral mood is very good.

“I'm afraid not. ”

“Why?” Pastoral wonder.

“I have a high fever.” Song said helplessly.

“Really?” Mugu listened, reaching out, and he tried to probe the temperature on her forehead.

Her hand just touched her forehead and then pulled it back, looking at her with amazement: "It's hot! ”

“Forty degrees. ”

“Didn't you say so?” Pastoral annoyance, "I told you, I wouldn't let you eat chicken. ”

“A little piece, all right.” Song Feng laughed: “It's just a waste of your mind. ”

Pastoral laughed indifferently: "Don't waste it, I don't think he's eaten it yet, I'll leave it to him. I'll make it for you when you're well. ”

“She's recovered, I'll do it!” Gu Zheng must have heard what Mugu had said and walked in with a handsome face.

“You can't even cook noodles. How can you call them chicken?” Pastoral Ancient couldn't help but hit the road.

Song Feng frowned slightly and looked at him. There was some doubt. How did this man's face get so dark?

Gu Zheng put down the porridge, took a look at the food box brought by Pastoral Ancient, and took another look at Song's worry-free lips.

See her lips stained with a little oil, backlit, with a seductive charm.

Gu Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked unhappily: "Did you eat chicken? ”

Song nodded worryingly, "Hmm. ”

“You just backed yourself up!” Gu Qiu stared sharply at Song Li Li, his eyes were cold.

“Just a small piece.” Song said carelessly.

Gu Qiu turned his head and looked coldly at Pastoral Ancient, “Take your chicken back. ”

“Here you go.” Pastoral Ancient said that Gu Zheng's face was getting darker and darker, and Pastoral Ancient did not want to stay any longer.

He got up and turned to Song Wuxi Sunshine. “No worries, I'm going back first. I'll see you sometime. ”

Song saw Mugu smiling so sunny, and she smiled happily, “Well, take your time. ”

Gu Zheng looked at them with a dark face. They laughed so happily, so familiar?

“Ahju, leave the chicken for you.” Pastoral came over and patted Gu Zheng on his shoulder, snapping his lips: “In front of his wife, smile. ”

“...” Smile or not, it's none of your business.

After Ancient Pastoral walked away, Gu Zheng settled his face, fucked the box of chicken and walked out of the ward.

Song looked at his back without a doubt, he was going out to eat?

Shortly afterwards, Gu Xiao returned.

Empty hands.

Song Wuoxiao: “Have you finished eating so soon? ”

“I never eat bad food.” Gu Zhiqiao coldway.

“Bad?” Song has no worries about twisting her eyebrows. She thinks it's delicious.

She glanced coldly and mumbled, "You taste strange. ”

Gu Zheng's cold eyes carried a hint of jealousy that Song could not detect without concern.

His eyes locked firmly on Song's worry-free face, "Do you know Mugu well? ”

“Not familiar, but there is a kind of self-acquaintance.” Song said without concern.

“What is self-cultivation? ”

Song Min Xiao looks at Gu Xiao like an idiot. This man doesn't even know how to cook?

“Meet Hate Late.” Song has no worries about a simple explanation.