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Chapter 127 Cooking porridge for boyfriend
Jiang Tong answered without hesitation, and fell asleep in Bo Nan's arms after a while.

In the end, it was the home where he carried her back and looked at her sleeping soundly on the bed.

Bo Nan smiled lightly, his cold eyes flashed a hint of doting, and he kissed her on the forehead, then turned and went to take a bath.

The sound of "squeaking" water came from the bathroom, and Jiang Tong was already sensitive to certain sounds, so he was awakened naturally.

She got up from the bed sleepily, her blue shirt was baggy and wrinkled.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and meditating for a while, Jiang Tong slowly got up and searched for the keys in her briefcase on the bedside table.

He planned to go through his apartment across the street to bring over the clothes, pajamas and toiletries he was going to wear tomorrow.

No one is in the apartment at this point.

Xia Qiao probably took Jiang Zirui to the wilderness, and the two people who are not doing their jobs together are simply a match made in heaven.

After collecting all his clothes, Jiang Tong returned to Bo Nan's apartment. He hadn't finished taking a shower, but the sound of the water had stopped, so he should be coming out soon.

Thinking that he hasn't eaten well all day, and now he has a stomach ulcer.

Jiang Tong walked into his kitchen and began to search the refrigerator to see if he could make him a bowl of porridge or something.

The two apartments have the same format, so she is very skilled at finding the location of the food.

After the food was cut, Jiang Tong set up the pot, planning to make a bowl of meat porridge for Bo Nan to make up for his body.

She leaned against the stove, humming a little tune.

Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her from behind, and the fragrance of shower gel came.

In front of the range hood, Bo Nan's face was reflected, Jiang Tong smiled lightly and said, "Have you finished your shower?"

Bo Nan's chin rests on the top of her head, and he seems to like to hug her in this position very much recently.

He lightly pinched Jiang Tong's face with his fingers, "After washing, come out and see what you are doing."

"Cook porridge for your boyfriend." Jiang Tong smiled so much that he showed his two small canine teeth, "How about it, do you think your girlfriend is a good wife and mother?"

Seeing her proud face, Bo Nan chuckled, "Yes, it's my honor."

"Hmm." Jiang Tong was very happy to be coaxed by him, "Okay, you go to the living room and wait, I'll bring the porridge out later."

"Ah."

After finishing speaking, Bo Nan really walked out of the kitchen, obediently sat in the living room and waited for Jiang Tong.

"..."

After a while, Jiang Tong came out with hot meat porridge.

She quickly put the porridge on the table, until it was so hot that she withdrew her hand.

Bo Nan looked at her, his eyes flickered coldly, and his figure shook a little.

"Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. It's not good for your stomach if it's cold."

Jiang Tong sat beside him, put the porridge in a small bowl and handed it to him.

The small bowl facilitates the heat dissipation of the porridge, so it only needs to be stirred for a while to cool down.

Bo Nan didn't touch the porridge on the table, but directly took Jiang Tong's hand and spread it out, his fingertips were reddened by the hot porridge.

He frowned slightly, lowered his head, and breathed on her fingertips.

The hot air was sprinkled on the fingertips, and Jiang Tong was a little stunned, "What's the matter? It's not so delicate, it doesn't need to be like this."

Bo Nan didn't speak, but still breathed on her fingertips.

After half payment, he raised his head, his face full of distress.

"Tong Tong, don't cook in the future, okay, I'll do it, it's not good to burn your hands."

Who says it's not delicate, his Tongtong family is the most delicate in the world.

Housework is such a tiring job, he will do better in the future.

Hearing this, Jiang Tong couldn't laugh or cry, "It's really all right..."

(End of this chapter)