The Tsundere and Sweet Wife of the Actor

Chapter 156 The Engagement Banquet 8
When Yu Wenze heard this sentence, he was stunned for an instant.

Yu Wenze lay down next to her annoyed, in a very unhappy mood.

Seeing his aggrieved expression, Luo Hanxue couldn't help laughing, and immediately felt the murderous gaze looking over him.

Luo Hanxue immediately covered her mouth, and looked at Yu Wenze timidly.

Seeing her look like she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, Yu Wenze felt his teeth itch in his heart.

He felt that if he stayed with her like this again, he would definitely go crazy.

Yu Wenze got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of water.

Only then did Luo Hanxue put down her hands, and laughed softly.

After they packed up, when they went out, Yu Wenze still had an aggrieved expression on his face.The driver who came to drive was too scared to speak.

The surprise of Yu Wenze's return exceeded yesterday's news. Now that she was in the car, Luo Hanxue thought about what happened yesterday when she was free.

Feeling very depressed, Luo Hanxue leaned her head on Yu Wenze's shoulder.Yu Wenze was overwhelmed by her gentle movements.

Yu Wenze looked down at her pale skin and frowned unconsciously.

Stretching out her arms to embrace her, Luo Hanxue moved a few times in his arms, finding the most comfortable place to squat for a while.

Yu Wenze squeezed her hand lovingly.

The sun shines through the car window onto Luo Hanxue's face, and the long eyelashes are projected under the eye sockets, like a small comb.

The golden sunlight made her look not as pale as in the room.Added a mystery.

He thought that some things would never be able to be done. Fortunately, you know that you will return when you are lost.

Yu Wenze passionately kissed her deeply on the forehead.

Sleeping in a daze, Luo Hanxue didn't know what she dreamed of, so she smiled sweetly.

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In the hospital, Ning Xinyi came over early in the morning and brought Ao Kun the ribs soup that had been simmering for a long time.

Ao Kun was lying on the bed, looking at Ning Xinyi who was busy at the side with an expression on his face, "You don't have to do this"

When Ning Xinyi heard this sentence, not only did she not stop her work, but she became even more diligent.

She filled a bowl of soup, brought it over, and said with a smile: "Try it, it's my first stew, I don't know if it tastes good."

Ning Xinyi held the small bowl, as if she didn't hear what he said before.

"Xinyi, you don't have to be so nice to me, I"

She didn't dare to look into his eyes, she lowered her head and stirred the soup in the bowl, knowing what he was going to say, she quickly brought the bowl in front of him.

"Drink it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Ao Kun saw her like this, saw her former self through her, and suddenly felt sad.

"Ning Xinyi"

When he saw her fanning her eyes wide and looking at him, he couldn't say the words to drive her away.

"Open your mouth, ah~"

Ao Kun felt that he must be crazy, so he actually opened his mouth and drank it.

He kept staring at Ning Xinyi, and when he swallowed the soup, he didn't feel anything.

Ning Xinyi looked at him expectantly, "Is it good? How does it taste?"

Ao Kun realized that he drank it by himself, and stared at her in a daze, quickly looked away, and nodded slightly.

Ning Xinyi was very excited, "Let's drink more!"

"No, go to work quickly!"

"It's okay, master is going to help his younger brother's artists take pictures today"

Just as Ao Kun was about to open his mouth, Ning Xinyi spoke first.

"Do you want to ask me why I didn't go?"

Ao Kun looked at her in surprise, she went to the thermos and filled a bowl for herself.

Seeing that she was about to turn around, he quickly moved away, pretending not to be interested, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Ning Xinyi saw that he didn't have the slightest interest, so she didn't get discouraged and said to herself: "Master is afraid that I will become a nymphomaniac, and then"

Ning Xinyi frowned, looking at the oily soup in the bowl, to be precise, there was oil in the water.

(End of this chapter)