My husband is a wife

Chapter 987 You Didn't Take Your Medicine
The corner of Xiahou Huan'er's mouth couldn't help twitching, and cursed: "Hack your sister, I didn't do anything."

The voice from the notebook became sharper: "Please speak in a civilized manner, please speak in a civilized manner..."

Xiahou Huan'er froze for a moment, is this notebook teaching her?He cursed dumbfoundedly: "Damn."

The zombies on the monitor flickered and made movements to wipe away sweat, and a sharp voice sounded helplessly: "This hacker is hopeless, let's go back to the furnace and rebuild."

What kind of shit?She was despised by a notebook.

It's really funny, this program must not have been designed by the Zombie King himself.

It was hard for her to imagine what kind of mood the cold zombie king was in when he designed this program.

Unable to bear it, I closed my notebook, found a book on the history of world development in the bookshelf, half-lyed on the deck chair on the balcony, and began to read.

History books record the development of the earth in the past few hundred years.

With the shortage of natural resources on the earth and harsh climate changes, various viruses appear and other species rise.

Xiahou Huan'er was terrified when she saw it. If she hadn't time traveled 500 years ago, wouldn't her descendants have to experience these disasters?
She looked up to the sky, it was a blue sky, the result of severe radiation.

Steady footsteps and a cold breath sounded from behind. She didn't need to look back, she knew it was him who came back.

A deep and cold voice sounded from behind her: "You haven't taken your medicine."

Xiahou Huan'er let out an ah, stretched out her hand to rest her forehead, and said innocently, "I forgot."

The next moment, pills and water appeared in front of her, his face was still cold and heartless, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

"You came back early today." It was not until noon, Xiahou Huan'er took the pill and water and swallowed it.

The zombie king squinted his long and narrow eyes, and said concisely: "Return to the doctor in the afternoon."

Xiahou Huan'er raised her eyebrows, a little confused: "The medicines for internal and external application have already been brought back, and they are all minor injuries, so there is no need for a follow-up visit."

The ruthless zombie king never wasted a word, and stretched out his hand to pull her up from the couch.

"Where are you taking me?" Xiahou Huan'er looked up at him.

Staring at her with cold eyes, it looked deeper, and said lightly: "Eat."

Dongfang Xing brought her to the restaurant, and a rich lunch was already set on the table, hot and steaming.

I finally had a normal lunch, so touched.

Glancing at the Zombie King sitting beside him, Xiahou Huan'er asked in amazement, "Zombies also eat cooked food?"

Dongfang Xing didn't even raise his eyebrows, but asked indifferently: "Is there a rule that you can't eat it?"

Xiahou Huan'er laughed dryly: "No, but 500 years ago, you were different from the zombies I knew."

If she hadn't known his identity earlier, she wouldn't have thought he was a zombie at all, he was too normal.

Dongfang Xing ate without saying a word, while Xiahou Huan'er secretly watched him.

His movements and manners when eating are very elegant, and his noble and majestic temperament is natural.

The fatal charm emanating from him makes people flock to him.

A chicken leg was delivered to her bowl under his chopsticks, and he ordered coldly but forcefully: "Eat."

"Uh..." It's such a big chicken leg, where should I eat it?

Love, who was waiting on the sidelines, immediately stepped forward and peeled off the skin of the chicken legs.

This is simply a princess-level enjoyment.

Xiahou Huan'er sighed.

Lunch was spent in an atmosphere of silence and harmony.

After eating lunch and resting for a while, Dongfang Xing carried her to the hospital.

(End of this chapter)