Sheng Ai First Lady

Xia Jin was shot in the heart by the word "roll". Come on, when did Gong Shentuo use this word to her?

She was a little hurt.

But Miss Xia has such a strong heart, how could she just go away if you told her to go, she put on a serious face, and said, "I'll go away after finishing the porridge, drink it."

She cursed in her heart, she wouldn't get out, where would she sleep if she got out?

These days, Xia Jin has always been careful and obedient like a little daughter-in-law, when would she dare to talk to him like that.

"Don't you understand? I don't want to drink it." For the culinary skills that other men have practiced, he would rather not eat the food she cooked in his life.

Xia Jin rolled her eyes, and started to be a rascal, and approached with a smile, "Boss, you are such a big man, why are you so self-willed like a child, be good, and you have to eat well when you are sick."

If she doesn't finish this bowl of porridge tonight, don't think she will give up. Xia Jin clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

Gong Shentuo's eyes immediately became gloomy, she shrank her shoulders, and muttered unwillingly, "In the first place, if I make you unhappy, you can just punish me, why are you making trouble with your own body? I don't care, you have to drink."

"Go out." Gong Shentuo looked at the door, and said again, if the word rolling was three points of anger, then these two words were seven points.

Xia Jin got angry, she stood up from the bed, her eyes were red, "Why are you so fierce, you don't like my porridge, just tell me."

She got out of bed angrily, and walked towards the door, which was too much. He said he wanted porridge, and she immediately boiled it eagerly. It takes a lot of time to cook porridge, okay?Take a sip and stop, trampling on her labor and trampling on her mind.

Seeing that her little daughter-in-law is easy to bully, isn't she?

"Where are you going?" A man's voice came from behind.

"Didn't you tell me to get out?" She went to the kitchen and asked the chef to prepare another bowl of porridge!

She despises him for being ill and throwing temper tantrums, and her porridge is delicious.

"Come back." Before he could turn his head, the words were already out of his mouth.

Xia Jin stopped in her tracks, turned around, and showed a bright smirk, "Boss, you told me to go away a second ago, and now you're asking me to come back." She paused for a while, and concluded very seriously, "You Very tangled."

That's what she said, but she still walked back, put the bowl in the car back on the small table, raised her smiling face again and said coquettishly, "It's my fault and I shouldn't make you angry, eat first, okay?" ?”

Gong Shentuo glanced at her, but didn't speak. Xia Jin was overjoyed, knowing that he agreed, and muttered while feeding, "Boss, you are really hard to serve."

After all, she was complacent, she was the only one with such a thick skin in this world who could continue to play with him.

Gong Shentuo asked casually while drinking porridge, "When you were in the palace, why couldn't you even deal with those three people? If I don't go, are you planning to die by that knife?"

Xia Jin blinked, and said with a soft smile, "How could it be? With you here, how could I possibly die?"

Gong Shentuo stared at her quietly, and said lightly, "Change the subject? Do you have ghosts in your heart?"

He couldn't be more aware of Xia Jin's skills. Although he is not as good as a first-class killer like Ah Jing Tang Jian, his ability to protect himself is definitely more than enough.

Xia Jin puffed her cheeks, and said sullenly, "The hand was stabbed last time and it hasn't healed yet, so I have no strength." As she spoke, she frankly stretched out her right hand and spread out her palm. The scars are clearly visible, "There will be no next time."

Although she smiled, she still looked at him cautiously.How did this injury come about, who knows if he will be angry.

Gong Shentuo stretched out his hand to hold her hand in his. The hand that had been trained in martial arts and held a gun was soft and boneless. Even the skin was incredibly smooth and tender, with Xia Jin's unique body temperature. .

He bowed his head, and his lips slowly fell on her scar, and the soft touch suddenly flashed from the tip of her heart like electrified heat.

"No more injuries, I don't like it."