Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

She was even less happy to see that Banjia had rather seen herself ecstatic.

He's so sick, he's still haunting her. Can't he just stay calm and take care of himself?

“Stay with me.” Banjia preferred to look at Pastoral Heart and say.

“ …… ”

Makoto was speechless. So many people, why would he want her?

Pastoral Heart and Pastoral Ancient stayed with Ben Jianing, and Gu Xin took Song to the ranch with no worries.

Song did not worry that Ben's family would wake up arguing for her.

I didn't expect to see Pastoral Heart.

Back at the ranch, I ate some porridge and Song was not hungry.

She wanted to go into the kitchen to get something to eat. Gu Qiang pulled her over and pressed her to sit on the couch.

"Sit down and rest. I'll make you something to eat," she said warmly. ”

“Cook me a bowl of noodles.” Song Feng really can't think of anything more convenient and faster than noodles.

“I'll cook it for you. ”

Before Gu Zheng left, he warned her: "Don't move. Sit still. The doctor said you took a bone marrow and couldn't do strenuous exercise for two weeks. ”

Song has no worries. This man can't even tell the right amount of activity from intense exercise, can he?

Shortly after, Gu Zheng came out with a tray.

Place two full bowls of noodles on the tray.

When I think of Song's worry-free, blood-sucking and bone marrow, I can't help but dedicate all the world's most nutritious foods to her.

However, the doctor told her that it was advisable for her to fade and that her current situation was not suitable to make up for.

In the pastoral refrigerator, he thought it was light and nutritious, put it all in.

A full bowl of noodles, very rich in materials.

Eggs and meat and vegetables are indispensable, as are two large Australian lobsters.

“Is it good?” Song Fu worried about the two bowls of colorful noodles in front of him. Would it be weird if there were so many ingredients?

“I've tried it and it tastes good.” Gu Qiang pushed a bowl gently in front of her, "Believe it or not, try it. ”

Song Wuxi picked up the chopsticks and still didn't clamp them in front of him. Gu Zheng's concerned voice rang out: “It's hot, take your time. ”

Song Wuoguan smiled and she took a small bite, “Well, it tastes really good. ”

Gu Qiu listened and proudly lifted his lips.

“I don't know if I'm too hungry.” Song was worried and said.

Gu Zheng snorted, “It's my craftsmanship. ”

Song Wuoxiao clamped up the big lobster meat and looked at Gu Jiao, “Do you eat it too? ”

“Are you hungry or not? I'm not a fairy. ”

“With shrimp, aren't you afraid of allergies? ”

“No, shrimp is the last one, I don't smell shrimp here. ”

Song was relieved.

Gu Zhuang raised his eyes and smiled deeply. "Wife, you are becoming more and more concerned about me. ”

“Speak of noodles and burn your tongue carefully. ”

“I'm in a great mood to see you like this, and you're finally not mad.” For the past three days, she has been in a heavy mood and he has behaved cautiously.

“I'm not an orthodox. ”

After eating the noodles, Song took the initiative to pack the chopsticks.

Gu Zheng hastily grabbed it, “I'll do the rough work. ”

“Is this rough work?” Song has no doubts.

“Of course. You forgot what the doctor said. Can't you exercise hard? ”

“It's just a dishwasher. Is that like excitement?” Song has no worries and feels funny.

Gu Zheng washed the dishes and put them back in place, then went upstairs to rest with Song Wuxi.

Gu Zheng laid in bed with Song Feng in his arms.

Song Min Xiao should be too tired to lie down and fall asleep.

Gu Xuan flanked herself and looked at the woman who was pillowing on his arm, snapping her lips and laughing softly.