Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Pastoral sighed: “If he misunderstood, he didn't believe me enough to be human and human. He was on the phone. When he reacted, the toxins went into Song's worry-free blood vessels. It would be useless to inhale them again. ”

Makoto looked at Makoto and said, "Brother, don't you really like worry-free sister? ”

Fumiku's cheeky face: “Is your brother blind? So many Huanghua daughters don't want to like a married woman, and she's still a woman, I die? Besides, your brother and I are tall, handsome and handsome, and if we are to get married, we must find a woman prettier than his wife. Song has no worries about his reputation, which is bad. ”

Gu Xiao and Song looked deeply at each other without any worries.

When I heard what he said, Gu Zheng seemed... much more relieved.

Song's worry-free heart grew heavier.

She frowned slightly and walked in.

Pastoral saw her and Gu Xiao come in one after the other, and her eyes flashed.

Fortunately, he just said--

“Do you have an appetite to eat?” Gu Qiang looked at Pastoral Ancient Question.

“Yes,” said Pastoral Hangover locally.

“Then eat the porridge. I'll make you some porridge, add a little soda, and eat it with confidence.” Gu Qiu said.

Pastoral looked at Gu Qiang weirdly: “Did you do it yourself? ”

“Xu Jingliang.” Gu Zheng looked at him in a cool way.

Mugu listened and was disappointed: “Alas, I thought I'd save your wife's life, you'd be touched to cook a porridge for me. ”

Gu Zheng snorted: “What is emotion? ”

“Alas...” Pastoral deeply sighed, then looked at Song without worries, laughing foolishly: “No worries, are you still hurt? ”

Song didn't worry about shaking his head, "It doesn't hurt. ”

“Go back, I'm going to rigorously train the management.” Pastoral airways.

Song was not worried: “What is he trained to do? ”

“He was lazy and didn't sprinkle sulfur regularly to let the snakes come to my land to scatter wild. ”

No worries about Song: “...”

Well, the steward, too lazy to train.

“When will you be discharged?” Gu Zheng walked over with porridge.

“I'm weak, about half a month. ”

Song Wuxi listened, eyes open, half a month so long?

“Stop pretending, get up and eat porridge.” Gu Zhiqiao coldway.

Pastoral swings his body in delicacy: "No, I want you to feed me. ”

That voice, how to hear it, how weird.

Song was worried and Pastoral Heart heard the goose bumps.

Pastoral looked despicably at Pastoral Ancient: “Brother, you look very much like… like… like a grandfather. ”

It took a long time for Makoto to think of the word "grandfather".

Song was not worried, his heart snapped.

Grandpa?

She looked at Pastoral Ancient in surprise, and he... wasn't any male male reincarnated or impregnated in the palace?

How else would he know the face of her past life?

But if he was a grandfather, he couldn't have known how many scars she had on her arm, much less painted her horseback in war--

Song had no worries. He looked at Pastoral Ancient. He looked so handsome, it was really hard to associate him with the sissy princes in the palace.

Pastoral glanced at Pastoral Heart, “You are like a grandfather. ”

“You look just like that.” The shepherd tried his mouth, "he said.

“I'm jerking off with Alan. ”

Gu Zheng laid the porridge on the bedside table. “What delicacy did the grown man sprinkle? Sit up and eat it yourself, or feed it to Makoto. ”

Pastoral heart served porridge, “I'll feed it. ”

Pastoral sat up, "I'll do it. ”

“Tomorrow I go back.” Gu Qiu said.

After listening to the ancient patchouli with his head down, he paused, and his long dark eyelashes covered the loss that passed through his eyes.

When he raised his head, those peach blossom eyes restored the brightness of the past. He looked exaggerated at Gu Qiang: “Ah Qiang, are you so cruel? I'm in the hospital. ”

“The company is busy.” Gu Qiang said softly.

“Sister, are you going back too?” Pastoral hearts must not worry about Song.

“Me and Seo Jing are a few days late.” Song did not have a worried smile.

At first sight, Mugu seemed to have a good appetite, bowed his head, drank porridge, was in an indescribable mood, and didn't lose it.

Pastoral hearted and laughed happily: "Great, so the ranch became lively. ”