After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

Little White Flower now feels a little disgusted with her father's IQ.

It hugged the ball and huddled in the corner.

It does not allow the mother to see the ball.

It can't let its mother take away the little ball of friendship from it.

…

At night, the man took the big cat to the bathroom and closed it.

Xiao Baihua raised her head blankly and looked at the bathroom door.

Although the bathroom is not small, it is thirty square meters, which is enough for it. But why did dad lock it up?

After the little white flower walked around the bathroom several times, she lay pitifully at the door of the bathroom.

The lights went out.

The moonlight shines in a little through the gaps in the curtains.

Rong Wuye slept on the big bed in the room, and Nanhuang slept on the newly placed small bed.

Far apart.

The man placed a large font on the bed.

This bed is so big, so big.

Bed 3 meters long and 3 meters wide. Not enough room for two people?

Why would she sleep there?

The man turned over several times and slowly closed his eyes.

Night, 12 o'clock.

The man hugged himself tightly and trembled slightly, layers of frost gradually condensed, and his eyebrows, eyelashes, and corners of his lips slowly condensed into a layer of white.

He tossed and turned, shaking more and more.

Nanhuang woke up from her sleep. Wearing a white nightdress, she sat up. Seeing Rongfeng's uneasy appearance, she stood up gently, put on her slippers, and walked to him softly.

The cold punishment happened again.

This kind of coldness is too hurtful. It will invade his internal organs and make his already bad stomach worse.

Nanhuang reached out and held his hand. Starting from the palm of his hand, layers of frost gradually faded away.

The man gradually became stable.

At this time, like a silkworm baby, he subconsciously leaned towards Nanhuang.

His hands hugged her slender waist, but it seemed that it was still not enough, so he used strength to bring her to the bed.

The man hugged the soft woman in his arms, with a smile on his lips.

The woman who was forced to lean against his chest raised her head and looked at his face.

Under the moonlight and in the darkness, the man's face has clear lines and deep outlines, and it is indeed beautiful.

But she appreciated it flawlessly, and she saw that the man was actually awake.

She pushed him away, turned around, and slept on the edge of the bed.

The woman's departure made the man stunned. He turned around and rolled up the quilt.

If she wanted to cover herself with the quilt, she had to move closer to him so that he could hug her.

However, Nanhuang, who was naked and without quilt, still stayed motionless on the edge of the bed. She slightly hugged her arms and curled up gently.

The man waited for a while but there was no movement, and felt sorry for her coldness, so he could only admit defeat.

He slowly moved over and covered her with the quilt.

"Nanhuang, are you angry with me?" the man said.

"Did you get angry because I pushed you when you injured your foot?"

The man pushed her gently and whispered: "I admit my mistake, can I?"

"I feel bad for a long time and regret it. Don't be angry with me. Okay?"

Nanhuang was indifferent.

Seeing that nothing worked, the man had no choice but to lie behind her and look at her back and her soft neck line.

He arched forward and put his head on the back of her neck, feeling her breath and sleeping.

Rong Wuye was so arrogant towards Nanhuang before, but now he is so cautious.

Nanhuang cooked the noodles and medicine and put them in front of him angrily. After he raised his head and looked at her carefully, he no longer dared to ask her to feed him, so he picked up the noodles and ate them.

Nanhuang's cooking techniques are very different from before. Even the light noodles are cooked very smooth and delicious. He had a bad stomach, so Nanhuang controlled the amount and didn't let him eat until he was full, otherwise he would have eaten several bowls.

When dealing with the company's official affairs with Yang Bo, sometimes when it comes to the official affairs of the Qilin Chaebol, after the arrangements are made, he will carefully look at Nanhuang's face, just in case she is even the slightest bit dissatisfied.

After a whole day, at night, Rong Wuye couldn't stand the three feet of ice in Nanhuang.

He took the initiative again: "Bao'er, don't be angry."

"Anything wrong is my fault, don't be angry, just talk to me, eh?"

Little Baihua lay on the side and opened her mouth. What are dad and mom talking about? So quietly.

Nanhuang put down the information in his hand with a cold face, and then said: "You know now that you are wrong?"

The man breathed out when he saw that she finally spoke. "Never again. I will never distrust you again. Okay?"

Nanhuang stared straight at him. The way Rong Wuye looked at her, could he have guessed wrong?

Nanhuang asked: "Isn't it hard to feel the Cold War?"

Only then did the man understand what she was doing. He nodded.

"Will there be a cold war in the future?" Nanhuang asked again.

The man looked at her blankly, grabbed her hand, and patted his face. "Bao'er, if I make you angry, you can beat me, but you can't fight with me."

"..."

She did this just to let him know that the cold war was something that made the other party uncomfortable. Seeing that the goal was almost achieved, Nanhuang asked hesitantly: "Feng, have you had other girls in the past three years? I'm asking, do you still plan to be with me?"

Rong Wuye stared at her and gave her a very definite answer: "No. From the beginning to the end, I belong to you both physically and mentally. In this life, I can't do anything except you, and no one can do it. Even if I am mad at you, I just want to be with you." You pester. Huh?"

Nanhuang raised her eyes and stared into his dark and deep eyes. There was a hint of sweet joy in my heart.

She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips gently.

The man grabbed her neck and sucked her deeply.

Three years, three years.

She is finally back.

The little white flower on the side felt that the atmosphere between mom and dad had improved. It swung its tail and nuzzled between the two of them.

…

In the children's room in the castle.

Xiaojin and Mimi were talking.

Mimi danced happily: "Brother, Mom, look for Mom."

Xiao Jin asked: "Mimi, do you want Mami?"

Mimi nodded. "Mimi, Mama, Juejue."

Xiao Jin shook his head: "Yang Yang, I won't let you."

Mimi pouted in grievance, her eyes were watery, and she looked like she was about to cry again.

Xiao Jin hurriedly pulled her and patted her gently: "Brother, please think of something."

Xiao Jin had a quick mind and ran to Yang's mother with small steps. He held his stomach and looked like he was trying not to cry: "Yang Yang, my belly hurts."

Yang's mother became anxious when she saw it: "Oh, Master Xiao Jin, what's wrong with you?"

"My stomach hurts, my stomach hurts."

While Xiao Jin was acting, she winked at Mimi. Mimi was also very smart, so she took the opportunity and walked out of the room with small steps.

She ran hard, getting a little tired and out of breath.

At this moment, a huge shadow fell over Mimi.

Mimi raised her head, her eyes lit up, and she looked at the big tiger with its ears trembling slightly in front of her, spreading her arms and smiling happily. "Big Cat."