Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

These days, she knew that his hand was hurt by cooking, but it would not be such a simple injury to keep Yu shaomo from going downstairs. In fact, he hasn't eaten well these days, and he is a man with stomach disease

Ning Qiaoqiao saw Yu shaomo lying in bed in pain, covering his stomach but no one knew. He suddenly couldn't bear to open the door and walked in.

There is no light in the bedroom. In the light of Huang'an, you can see a figure lying on the bed. Yu shaomo lies on his back with one hand on his eyes.

"I said I didn't eat."

Hearing someone coming in, Yu shaomo's low hoarse voice sounded in the room.

Ningqiao thought he was asleep. He stopped subconsciously, his eyes flashed and said, "do you want to drink water?"

"Ningqiao?"

Yu shaomo took his hand down and turned his head in the direction of her. A strong line of sight swept over her in the dim light.

Yu shaomo hurried to sit up. His elbow seemed weak. He fell down as soon as he moved.

Vaguely, Ning Qiaoqiao seemed to hear a dull hum, frowned, walked quickly over, bent down and held Yu shaomo: "are you having stomachache again?"

Yu shaomo was silent for a second. His low voice was somewhat depressed and said, "no, don't think about it."

Just listening to his voice, I know he's not feeling well now.

Ning Qiao frowned and raised his hand to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. Under the warm yellow light, Yu shaomo's pale handsome face jumped into sight.

"Just like you, you told me your stomach doesn't hurt?" Ning Qiao frowned and looked at him: "Yu shaomo, do you think I'm stupid? Or do you think I'm blind? "

"Ningqiao, you care about me!"

Yu shaomo stared at her dimly.

Ning Qiao was stunned, his eyes flashed, and he got up to go outside.

How could Yu shaomo let her go? He grabbed her wrist with a big hand and stared at her closely: "where are you going?"

"Go to Dr. Song to show you. Where else can I go?" Ning Qiao frowned.

She didn't want to talk to him, but when she saw him lying in bed with a pale face, she couldn't be indifferent, but she hated herself for not being good.

"Ningqiao, you care about me!"

Yu shaomo looked at her without blinking, his low voice repeated word by word, and his hot eyes rushed towards her like a thin net, firmly wrapping her in it.

Ning Qiao was stunned, his eyes changed, bit his lips and said, "who cares about you! Don't be amorous here. I don't want you to have an accident here. Others say that our Donglan family has not fulfilled the obligation of treatment. "

With that, she took out the hand he held, took out her mobile phone, found Dr. Song's number, dialed it, and after a few seconds, said, "Dr. Song, please come to me. Yu shaomo is ill, please show him."

Yu shaomo lay motionless on the bed and didn't speak. Eagle eyes quietly watched her every move.

Ning Qiao was a little unbearable by his eyes, frowned and said, "what are you doing looking at me like that?"

"Nothing. I just don't think I've seen you like this for a long time." Yu shaomo's thin lip evokes a shallow arc.

He hasn't taken a good look at her for a long time, especially when she doesn't quarrel with him. These two days, she either eyebrows and eyes at him or keeps a straight face.

Ning Qiao's eyes flashed and smiled: "I don't think you've seen Qi He for a long time. How's it going? Do you want to see her? "

Yu shaomo's eagle eyes were dark, and his thin lips aroused a faint smile: "I don't want to see her, but if you insist on seeing me, I can only see her."

It's like saying: I'll do whatever you want me to do.

Ning Qiaoqiao originally wanted to satirize him. Who knows that he has been defeated by the general. Even Yu shaomo, who is ill, still has the power of poisonous tongue.

Rather than talk to him, ningqiao turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Yu shaomo lay in bed and looked at her slender back. A smile flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and the radian of his thin lips deepened.

After a while, Ning Qiaoqiao came out with a towel, came to the big bed, lifted Yu shaomo's coat and put the towel on his abdomen.

The warm towel brought a warm touch. Yu shaomo didn't move and let her control her. When Ning Qiaoqiao wanted to take back his hand, he grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing?" Ning Qiao's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"Wife, don't be angry with me, will you?"

Yu shaomo held her hand tightly and looked at her dimly.

Ning Qiaoqiao was shocked. She hadn't heard Yu shaomo call her that for a long time. At this time, she suddenly heard it and couldn't tell what it was like.

"You... You..." Ning Qiaoqiao returned to his senses and blinked in a panic. His small face quickly returned to indifference, turned his head and looked to the other side: "don't do this. Don't think I'll forgive you if you say a few nice words."

Yu shaomo stared at her and didn't speak.

The room was suddenly quiet.

Ning Qiaoqiao waited for a while and didn't hear Yu shaomo's voice. He couldn't help turning his head. Yu shaomo was looking at her and laughing. Suddenly he was a little angry: "you..."

"Ningqiao, do you know how much I like to see your duplicity?" Yu shaomo's low voice took the lead.

"What?" Ning Qiao was stunned.

Yu shaomo reached out and pinched her delicate cheek. He had not done this intimate action for a long time. His fingers were reluctant to move: "obviously, he was worried about me and whether I was ill, but he deliberately wanted to say something that made me angry."

Ning Qiao's eyes changed: "who said I was worried about you..."

"Don't worry about me. Why did you call Dr. Song?" Yu shaomo's handsome face and eyebrows are slightly raised, and his cheerful expression looks a little beaten.

Ning Qiao's small face was stiff: "that's because..."

"Because you don't want to be told." Yu shaomo propped up his upper body with his elbow, and Jun's face was closer to her: "Donglan family is hiding in the rain forest. Don't say I'm sick. I'm afraid no one knows even if I die. Who will talk about Donglan family?

"I..."

Ningqiao's lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

Yu shaomo sighed, took her hand and put it on his chest: "shall we stop quarreling? You've tortured me hard enough these days. Let's make up. "

He begged for peace in a low voice. Ning Qiao bit his lip: "you asked for it!"

"Well, I asked for it. I was wrong. Will you forgive me? Don't you feel bad to see me ill? Still willing to do this to me? "

Yu shaomo coaxed patiently with his deep and pleasant voice.

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at him and didn't speak. In fact, she was still angry. She had made up her mind not to pay attention to him when she came back, but looking at Yu shaomo's pale face... Forget it, what does she care about with a sick man? She tossed him for so many days and cooked here every day under the attention of others. He has never been wronged, and now he's had enough.