Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Well, I personally wrapped wounds for wounded fighters when the doctors were too busy or when the sand had not returned to the barracks. Oriental Xuan he...” Song did not worry to speak out.

When she reacted, the whole person shook, paused stiffly and stared at the pliers in her hand.

Just now... what did she say?

At the same time, after listening, his dark eyes quickly walked past a slight shock.

There was also a shocking wave of emotion that flashed quickly, and he looked at her with shock, the muscles on his face, because he was so shocked and tightened.

His heart, as if a wave had struck him hard, shocked his whole body.

She 's--

She talks about Oriental Xuan, she talks about the war...

Her reaction now was very clear to him that she inadvertently said she was missing...

Is she as shocked as he is that she doesn't know what to do next?

Gu took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress his inner madness.

Deep and deep eyes rolled over an emotion and gradually calmed down.

“Online?” He picked his eyebrows and spoke softly.

Song was not worried. He shook his heart.

Instead of looking up at him immediately, she bit her lower lip.

Should she confess to him? She's not even his wife.

If he confessed, would he get rid of her right away?

“Yes.” Eventually, she chose to keep hiding and nodded softly.

“…” Gu Jianghua looked deeply at her.

After a few seconds, Song Fengxiao did not hear what kind of online tour he was asking, and took a deep breath.

She continued to help him with the wounds.

The atmosphere is not as good as it was just now.

Throughout, Gu Zheng's lips were tight and he looked at her instantly.

Song did not look at him without worries-

About half an hour, the wound was taken care of and wrapped up.

After Sung was finished cleaning up, he got up and looked at him without a trace: “Xiaomi porridge is cold, I'll serve you a hot bowl. ”

Gu Zheng smiled at her glamorously, "Okay. ”

Song Wuxi lifted the bowl on the coffee table and stepped into the kitchen.

Gu Qiu turned around, looked at her figure, smiled, gradually faded in the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually deepened.

Soon, Song Wuxi returned with a bowl of hot rice congee.

Gu Xiao's face suddenly changed. He looked like a fool and a scoundrel. "You fed me, the wound bandaged you, and it hurt even more. ”

After that, he skipped his mouth and looked adorable.

“Gu Qiu, that's enough.” Song Lixiao despised him again: “Such a big man, he also learned to sell moe to a three-year-old. ”

Gu Qiang stopped selling and said, "It really hurts. ”

“Pfft...” Song couldn't help but laugh and make a sound.

She sat down beside him, following his words: "I get it, baby brother, open your mouth and eat porridge, um, good boy. ”

Gu Qiu listened and took a puff in the corner, little brother?

He opened his mouth and put the whole spoon in his mouth. Song Wuxi couldn't smoke it back at once.

Song looked at him unexpectedly: "You won't even swallow a spoon, will you? ”

Gu Zheng contained a spoon, looked at her mesmerized, her eyes slightly squinted, and smiled like a fox.

Song has no worries. What the fuck is he looking at her with?

She walked through her beautiful, red face with shyness.

“Little brother.” Gu Qiu said vaguely.

Song has a very sensitive and ambiguous hearing, and she also listens clearly.

She glanced at him and let go of her hand holding the spoon: "Aren't you selling Moe? Little brother suits you. ”

“No.”

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Gu Xiao, isn't it bad to play hooliganism? You have to ask the readers if they like you playing hooliganism.

Master Ben is playing tricks on his wife and getting the consent of a bunch of fairies?