Above China Entertainment

Chapter 126

"Brother Kunkun, are you plotting against Zhang Bicheng?"

in the hotel room.

Zhang Yuxi's temples were wet with sweat, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

Wang Kun crossed his hands and put them behind his head, raised his neck, and admired the beautiful scenery in front of him, "Be confident and remove it."

Zhang Yuxi rolled her eyes and said, "Brother Kun, I'm young and don't know how to be noble. I always come here to see you and shed tears in vain."

Wang Kun had a look of comfort on his face and said lazily: "My old Wang family men are very capable and can bear it."

Zhang Yuxi was suddenly speechless.
'Brother Kun, why does it feel more and more persistent?'

Zhang Yuxi's little head is full of big question marks.

Wang Kun is trying to get Zhang Bicheng's idea. Some people say that Zhang Bicheng has a love brain and can't get rid of it.

In this regard, Wang Kun just wants to say that you know a hammer.

A beautiful woman, who doesn't want any status or money, does her best for your own good, is willing to conceive and give birth to a child for you, and is tight-lipped and keeps secrets.

Are you saying you are not interested in such a woman?

Who believes it!
It’s just saying the grapes are sour when you can’t eat them.

If we really had such an opportunity, everyone here would be eager to put their eggs in it.

If the love brain is one's own relatives, it would be a headache.

But if it falls on someone else, then I wish the outsiders were all love brains.

Zhang Yuxi looked at the wandering Wang Kun and couldn't help but became angry and said: "Brother Kunkun, can you respect me a little more? You are still distracted at this time, please be more serious!"

Zhang Yuxi had some doubts about her own charm.

Wang Kun came back to his senses, with a playful smile on his face, "This is what you said, don't cry later."

Zhang Yuxi had a bad premonition and said flatteringly: "Brother Kunkun, I was wrong. I was just joking. You, sir, have a lot of money, so just spare me once~"

Wang Kun smiled softly and said, "It's too late."

After saying that, Wang Kun stood up and the two of them changed places.

"woooo~"

Zhang Yuxi rolled her eyes, her mind going blank.

There was a sound of puppy whining in the room.

After half an hour.

Wang Kun solved Zhang Yuxi's worries and retreated.

After walking into the bathroom to rinse, Wang Kun drove to the hospital.

On the way, Wang Kun bought a bowl of porridge made from crushed corn kernels, and a bunch of free kimchi.

Wang Kun was still very generous and would not really send Wang Churan away with a bowl of white porridge.

After parking the car and carrying the packing box, Wang Kun went straight to the inpatient department.

Pushing open the ward door, Wang Kun saw Wang Churan standing in front of the window, overlooking the scenery outside.

Putting the packing box on the bedside table, Wang Kun walked behind Wang Churan.

He stretched out his arms that were thicker than Wang Churan's legs and wrapped them around Wang Churan's waist.

Wang Churan had already seen Wang Kun in the glass reflection, and was not afraid. Instead, he twisted his waist slightly.

Wang Churan has a curvy figure, and her lower waist just fits Wang Kun's big belly.

Maybe this is a match made in heaven.

Wang Kun rubbed Wang Churan's head and asked curiously: "What are you looking at, so seriously?"

Wang Churan was a little depressed and said sadly: "I'm looking at these people below who are in a hurry. They have been busy all their lives to save some money, but a serious illness will wipe out half their life's efforts. Is it worth it?"

"Snapped!"

Wang Kun slapped Wang Churan's buttocks and said angrily: "You still have time to care about others, so you should take care of yourself first."

"Hey~"

Wang Churan's heart trembled and he couldn't help but scream.Her cheeks were red, a little more red than yesterday.

Wang Churan said weakly: "I have recovered and the fever has not returned. I want to be discharged from the hospital."

Wang Kun frowned and said, "Did you forget something?"

"Yes? No." Wang Churan's eyes were wandering and he was vague.

Of course Wang Churan knew that Wang Kun was reminding him that he forgot to call him 'master'

But after three days of separation, we should treat each other with admiration.

Although it had only been one night, Wang Churan was no longer Wu Xia Ameng.

Yesterday, Wang Churan had a severe fever. Even if the fever subsided, his mind was still groggy and a little unclear. Only then was Wang Kun deceived him into lameness by a few words.

But after one night, Wang Churan rested well, his fever completely subsided, and he was full of energy.

Under such circumstances, Wang Churan certainly did not want to call Wang Kun 'master' anymore.

Wang Churan felt a little hot when he thought about calling Wang Kun his master yesterday.

Wang Kun got his hands into his clothes and started walking around.

The size of the clothes Wang Churan wore was originally small.

There was an extra arm that was thicker than her legs, which caused the clothes to be held up high.

"Farewell" Wang Churan hugged Wang Kun's thick arms with both hands and begged softly.

Wang Kun asked with a half-smile, "Have you remembered now?"

While speaking, Wang Kun's arms were not idle either.

The arms could not twist her thighs, and Wang Churan's two slender arms could not block Wang Kun's arms, which were as thick as her legs.

Wang Churan's pretty face turned red, she closed her eyes, and said, "Master~"

"Be good." Wang Kun took out his hand and stroked Wang Churan's head like a kitten or puppy. "I brought you food. Come and eat."

Wang Churan felt warm in his heart and felt a little moved.

Wang Kun looked at Wang Churan with a smile, "What should you tell me?"

Wang Churan said dullly, "Thank you, Master."

He held Wang Churan's waist and walked to the bedside to sit down.

Wang Kun opened the packaging box, and there were dots of golden corn kernels scattered in the white porridge, plus a plate of brightly colored pickles, which made people want to eat.

Don't get me wrong, it's not Wang Churan who moves his index finger, but Wang Kun.

Wang Kun picked up Wang Churan and sat on his lap. Looking at Wang Churan who was stunned, Wang Kun urged with a narrow look in his eyes: "I personally brought you food. Are you so moved? Eat and cook in a daze. What."

Wang Churan:. . .

Holding back the discomfort, Wang Churan sipped the corn porridge in small sips, picking up some pickles with chopsticks from time to time. His little life was very pleasant.

Wang Kun joked: "Does anyone have the smell of fireworks and home?"

Wang Churan:. . .

A bowl of polenta costs two yuan, plus a plate of free kimchi. It has the smell of fireworks from a hammer, and the taste of home.

Looking at Wang Churan who was so delicious that he was speechless, Wang Kun couldn't help but think, 'Sure enough, polenta with pickles is more delicious than a bowl of white porridge. '

"Cough cough!"

Wang Churan suddenly coughed violently, and tears almost flowed out.

When Wang Kun saw this, he hurriedly slapped Wang Churan on the back.

After a while, Wang Churan finally regained his breath.

Wang Churan stared at Wang Kun with a resentful look.

Facing Wang Churan's gaze, Wang Kun complained first, complaining: "You are such a big man, why are you still like a child, choking when eating, can't you be more careful?"

Wang Churan's voice was soft and waxy, "Master, can't you wait until I finish eating before you move your index finger?"

(End of this chapter)