Domineering baby: I want this daddy

【333 Nangong Tou's Anger】

He looked at her, quietly, without moving.

For the first three seconds, Xiao Yu was still looking at him, but he was looking into his gaze for the second time, and finally couldn't bear the deep meaning in that gloomy gaze, turned his face away, and avoided his eyes——

She was hiding and thinking——

The lie of prescribing drugs, how to get it right, or simply keep silent, or mention a clean break.

No one likes people close to them to hide, let alone betrayal, she thought, the thoughts in her mind are a bit extreme at the moment, but when facing people like Nangong Tou, extreme, sometimes maybe not the worst way.

"I……"

She opened her mouth, but she hadn't thought about what to say yet.

But it was interrupted by Nangong Tuiping, "Are you hungry?"

She froze for a moment, looked up at him for a few seconds, and finally nodded.

Nangong Tou responded, picked up the mobile phone, and gave a few instructions in pure French. Within a few seconds, the smell of porridge filled the room, and Xiao En walked in with the freshly cooked glutinous rice and sweet porridge.

Exquisite small bowls, blue and white porcelain, high-quality ancient style, soaked in the rich sweet fragrance of rice.

"Miss Yan, you, finally, woke up! Too, well," Xiao En said in broken Chinese, put the porridge on the table, gave a thumbs up to the white porcelain pot, and said, "Master, the porridge tastes so good. Excellent! Ms. Yan ate it, and her body recovered quickly."

Sean is French, so he must not be able to cook such authentic Chinese porridge.

Nangong Tou is probably the only person who can cook an ordinary porridge with such a high-quality classic Confucian flavor.

Xiao En treated Xiao Yu enthusiastically, but respected Nangong Tou very much. After nodding towards him, he retreated and closed the door again.

Nangong Tou was still standing, not moving.

Xiao Yu looked at him and secretly clicked his tongue, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

She was very hungry. For fifteen days, she only relied on glucose and nutritional supplements to ensure her life. She never ate liquid food. At this moment, she smelled the aroma of porridge, and her intestines had already started to wriggle. The pain was accompanied by hunger, which was very uncomfortable.

Nangong Tou still didn't move, just looked at her.

The pain became more and more painful for Xiaoyu, the more hungry the pain became, and after only a dozen seconds, a layer of cold sweat oozed from her forehead, and her hands gripped the bedding tightly.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes passed——

Nangong moved and finally sat down. The tall figure blocked the sunlight in front of the window, casting a dim shadow on the surface of her white quilt.

His eyelashes are long and cast a beautiful reflection, but his eyes are cold.

Just like that, looking at Xiaoyu coldly, hungry, in pain, curled up...

Finally, as if unable to bear the curly pain, she covered her belly with one hand, looked at him and said with difficulty, "Nangongtou...I... feel uncomfortable..."

"Where?" He looked at her, expressionless, and asked.

"My stomach..." Xiaoyu spoke intermittently, his lips were already pale at the moment, "My stomach hurts..."

"Do you know why it hurts?"

Nangong Tou stared at her and asked slowly.

Xiaoyu bit her lip and shook her head.

"Because you're hungry", Nangong Tou said a few words lightly, without moving, with a blank expression on his face, "Hungry, it hurts; swelling, it hurts; eating sour, spicy, or overeating, it hurts, no matter how long you live Years old, fifty, eighty, one hundred, this kind of disease, from now on, will treat you Yan Xiaoyu and accompany you for life."

Accompanied for life...

The words fell, Xiaoyu's pale lips trembled, she held her stomach, but she was not afraid, looked at his fair and calm face for a long time, then nodded, and replied, "Yes, I understand, I understand .”

I understand……

Only these few words.

Nangong Tou frowned suddenly, stood up solemnly, pinched her slender chin, spread his cold breath on her face, and said in a cold tone, "What do you understand?"

Xiaoyu was frightened and felt chills all over her body, because she had never seen his face before, and since then she was black and dark, like a sprite and ghost, the devil of hell, as if she could kill Ling Chi with his eyes.

She didn't know what to say, and she didn't know why Nangong Tou suddenly treated her like this, to such a weak self, or he was using this method to punish the self who drugged him and dared to betray...

"Yan Xiaoyu", he gritted his teeth and said in a vicious tone, "Why can't I learn how to protect myself?"

Xiaoyu came back to his senses, his eyes were a little dazed.

Instead of giving her a chance to breathe, he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, staring into her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "There have been precedents of being framed by others, undergone operations that ordinary people cannot bear, and experienced countless things." In a situation where you can't protect yourself, tell me, you stupid woman, why can't you learn the word self-protection?"

Xiaoyu was in a daze, unable to respond to his words for a moment.

He was angry...couldn't it be...because he drugged himself...or because he found out about the black terror...but because...she was attacked...she suffered a disaster...and couldn't protect herself...

Xiaoyu looked at him, he could only be in a daze, his mind was in a mess, he couldn't speak, and he didn't know what to say, he was afraid that one sentence would be wrong, and he was even more afraid that his own words would make him even more irritable more gloomy.

This was the first time she saw Nangong Tou like this, so she was a little scared.

But when she was afraid, her heart was infinitely warm. Her nose was so warm that she wanted to cry all the time.

In the end, worrying about a man who usually controls people with wisdom and rarely shows anger, but because of what she worries about, he caused violent anger. The person who worries about her most is always him, so she doesn't know whether she should cry or be afraid now.

Xiaoyu bit her lip, looked at him, and finally uttered a few words to him in a nasal voice before her tears burst, "My lord... I'm hungry..."

His tone was nasal and aggrieved, like a pet asking its owner to feed it.

Such a tone seemed to dissipate his anger a little. He narrowed his eyes, relaxed his strength, let go of her chin, and said, "If you dare to make such a mistake again, you will stay in one place for me forever, no matter where you are." Don't even think about going."

To lock her up?

Or imprison her?

Ms. Yan didn't take the slightest oath that this was an indirect oath to support her for the rest of her life.

She squirmed, but didn't dare to make a sound.

Nangong got up, served porridge, and fed her.

The warm porridge slipped into the esophagus, instantly relieving the pain.

By the time a bowl is eaten, the pain is almost gone.

She still wants to eat.

Without saying a word, he has already filled the second bowl.

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