Li Shao's favorite wife record

Chapter 13

In fact, Mao Beibei did it on purpose, because when she left, she had already spotted Jin Rumo walking over there.

But Mi Shen didn't see him, he was really engrossed in collecting firewood, he was so busy that he almost forgot the real purpose of this trip.

"Hi~"

Mi Shen heard a hearty voice from behind, and straightened up when he was about to bend down to pick up firewood. He turned around and saw Jin Rumo, and was stunned.The firewood in her hand fell with a bang, and one of the big ones hit the back of her foot.

She took two steps back, looking at the mess on the ground in embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" The pleasant voice came to her ears again, Mi Shen raised her eyes, and Jin Rumo was already standing in front of her.

He is so good-looking, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a radiant look.His pupils are dark brown, and his eyes are clear, like a mountain spring isolated from the world, untouched by the dust of the world, with an extraordinary agility and spirit.The eyelashes are long and thick, gently attached to his eyelashes, and the nose is high, as if there is a boy's inherent stubbornness in the gentleness.

The lips are also good-looking, pink, and there are lip beads.When he smiles, his eyebrows are curved, his teeth are shining brightly, he is really a handsome man~~
Mi Shen was stunned, his heart thumped, his three souls lost two, and he couldn't get them back for a long time.

Jin Rumo stretched out his hand in front of her face a little funny, "Mi Shen?"

Realizing that the male god was calling him, Mi Shen regained his composure, a little surprised: "Do you know my name?"

"En." Jin Rumo nodded, bent down and squatted down, helping her pick up the dry firewood on the ground with her white and slender fingers.

Mi Shen felt sorry, so he also squatted down to tidy up, secretly looking at him.

Originally, there was not much dry firewood, so it was cleared up in two or three strokes.

"Thank you, Senior Rumo." Mi Shen hugged Chai, and his ears felt slightly warm.

"You're welcome." Jin Rumo smiled warmly, and he looked around again, "Are you alone?"

Mi Shen nodded. At this moment, Bei Bei who was going back to deliver the firewood had already been thrown out of the sky.

She also looked behind him, but she didn't see Jin Manman, she felt relieved, and asked knowingly, "Are you alone too?"

"Ah."

The dialogue is inexplicably dry and inexplicably harmonious.

"I'm fine anyway, shall I gather firewood with you?" After a moment of silence, Jin Rumo proposed.

Mi Shen blushed, nodded, "Okay."

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In the evening, Li Fengchang returned to Shuiyue Residence after work as usual.

As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the fragrance of the food. He changed his shoes and entered the house, just as Mama Zhang was coming out of the kitchen.

Seeing him, Zhang Ma bowed slightly: "Mr. is back."

"Yes." Li Fengchang responded lightly.

"The food is ready, do you want to eat right away?"

"can."

Li Fengchang went upstairs, changed his clothes, and then went downstairs. The food in the restaurant was ready.

He pulled out the chair and sat down, but his eyes first fell on the empty chair opposite.

For the first time in 12 years, the opposite seat was empty, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

It's the first time for a girl to stay in someone else's house at such an age, and she doesn't know how she can't live?Will you suffer from insomnia?Or have nightmares?

Mama Zhang came in with the soup, "Sir, this is what Fifth Miss told you to stew for you this morning."

Li Fengchang withdrew his mind, turned his head and glanced at the pork rib soup in the porcelain cup, saw the yam, wolfberry and ginger in it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked casually: "Did you tell me deeply?"

When did she grow up and know how to take care of others?
"Yes." Zhang Ma replied with a smile, "Fifth Miss sees that you seem to be a little tired recently, so I want to replenish your body. She bought these at the vegetable market with me in the early morning, and she made the yam herself. Both arms were red and itchy because of the yam mucus."

(End of this chapter)