Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Gu Zhuang raised his eyebrows and looked at the porridge in her bowl, "Not good? ”

No worries about Song: “It's delicious, it's just not as good as Sister Song's. ”

Gu: “Sister Song does it often. I do it occasionally. It's no match for Sister Song. ”

No worries about Song: “...”

Gu Zheng looked at Song Li: “I want to do more for you. ”

He was eating his porridge in his mouth, his handsome face in front of him, and his drowning eyes.

Song Li worried that she was surrounded by happiness. She smiled and moaned: "Ah Yi, it's good to have you around. ”

I haven't had the nervousness and nervousness for the past half month. He's back. That's a good feeling!

“In the South, I was deeply touched to see many families swept away by the flood, to see those who lost their parents and cried helplessly, to see those who had lost their beloved companion and were sad to live strong, and to see the old man with white hair send black hair to grieve. Natural disasters are heartless, accidents seem to be everywhere, and we have to cherish every minute and every second.” Gu Xuan looked at Song without any worries and said.

“Well, cherish it well. ”

“I'll make you breakfast every day from now on. ”

“'Is this how you treasure me?" said Song. ”

“It's one way I love you. ”

“Honey, you have me in mind, I know, but you don't have to be so tired. Just leave the cooking to Sister Song. ”

“No, I made breakfast for you. ”

“You're so stubborn. Well, my husband does, I'll eat more, get fat, and you don't dislike me. ”

Gu Zheng spoiled a smile: “No, the fatter you are, the more I feel, the more comfortable I feel. ”

“Bad guy.” Song had a sip of porridge without worries, "he said.“ Ahju, I want to go to the herding house. ”

Gu Qiang asked: “What are you doing there? ”

“Huang Ling moved to the shepherd's house, and I wanted to see her and see how she became the president's wife. ”

“Just like the queen, she screams hard at the people below and makes them work hard. ”

“Fuck you, Huang Ling is not such a person. If you don't send me there, I'll let Liu Zhiming send me there. ”

“I'll take you there.” Gu Zhiming certainly doesn't feel comfortable sending her there.

……

After an early meal and an hour's rest, Song Wuxi and Gu Zheng went to the herding house.

Pastoral.

Huang Ling woke up after 10: 00 because she didn't sleep until dawn.

Still hungry.

Downstairs, come to the kitchen.

Kitchen, Uncle Fu is telling the kitchen people to prepare lunch.

Pastoral Palace will not return for lunch.

Uncle Fu asked the kitchen to prepare all the food that Huang Ling and Mu Xin ate.

Uncle Fu saw Huang Ling and hurried forward, "Madam, you haven't eaten yet? Whatever you need, I'll let them do it. ”

Several maids in the kitchen gaze at Huang Ling from time to time.

Huang Ling wore an irregular striped light purple shirt with a pair of denim shorts, a pair of white shoes on her feet and a round head.

The two exposed legs, very long and white, straight legs, very tempting ~ people.

This outfit gives her a vibrant, stylish look.

But in the eyes of a maid, such as Huang Ling, is still very common, young and dynamic, and young girls can have this youth vitality.

Elegance!

This Madam President, there is no such elegance as a book, no nobility of a nobleman, no temperament at all!

Huang Ling glanced at Uncle Fu and smiled. “Just a bowl of delicious noodles will do. ”