Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

Hearing the slight sound from upstairs, Qing Yao'er said, "nothing else, I'll hang up first."

"Good bye." Xia Anning, who was opposite, hung up without delay.

Millet porridge has been shaped, Sheng to the bowl, tasted a small mouthful, although some hot, but the taste is good.

Take millet porridge upstairs, push the door to see the ground broken glass, and splash.

"Why are you still here?" Didn't you leave?

Qing Yao'er puts the millet porridge on the head of the bed, "what does it matter to you whether I'm here or not? Drink the porridge quickly, and then take anti-inflammatory drugs. "

The porcelain bowl is warm and steaming, and the yellow millet porridge exudes an attractive aroma.

"I don't like millet." In other words, he hates millet the most. Before he was sent away, the nanny in his family often made millet porridge for him. But after he was sent away, he worked abroad at a young age. No matter he was sick or anything, he was alone. He often thought of the previous millet porridge, but he couldn't eat it. So he became more and more paranoid and hated millet directly Made food.

Qing Yao'er picked up his eyebrows, scooped up a spoon and put it to his mouth, "it has nothing to do with me whether you like it or not. I only know that this is the first bowl of porridge I cooked myself. If you don't drink it..."

Wan Yi Shao Lin looks at the jade hand in front of her and doesn't speak. Listening to Qing Yao'er's words, he thinks that her next sentence will be "pour it out if you don't drink it.".

But who knows --

"if you don't drink it, I'll pour it down. Maybe I can fight the poison with poison to make you anti-inflammatory."

“……” It's a long way to go. Serious nonsense!

He took a sip from Qing Yao'er's hand. The next moment, the spoon was put back into his hand, "eat it yourself."

Then Qing Yao'er turned and went downstairs.

Wan Yi Shao felt the soft and waxy aroma in his mouth and drank it one by one.

Wan Yi Shao is very fastidious about his food. He never touches anything he doesn't like. Even if he sees it, he will feel uncomfortable. But now, the things that make him paranoid and disgusting are gradually finished. He always feels that something different is slowly fermenting.

"Finished? Eat this. " Gone and gone, Qing Yao'er holds a box of anti-inflammatory drugs in her hand. After opening it, she breaks off a piece and hands it to him.

Wan Yi Shao took it and swallowed it without looking at it.

Seeing this, Qing Yao'er suddenly chuckles.

I don't know why.

"Hey, you just eat it directly. Aren't you afraid I'll mix it with poison or something?"

Wan Yi Shao was stunned. He didn't really think about it.

"If you want to harm me, you don't need to cook porridge and buy medicine for me. Besides, ordinary poisons are useless to me." Wan Yi Shao said secretly that he didn't know there was medicine in the villa. The sound of closing the door just now should be the sound she made when she went out to buy medicine, and Xiaomi must have been bought by her.

Villa decoration people are not sure if he will come, certainly will not put millet, who will be free to touch his brow.

"I don't know where you got the courage." Qing Yao'er put the medicine on the head of the bed, "take one tablet three times a day after meals. The antipyretic is also given to you. If you have a fever, take one. If the fever is too serious, go to the hospital. Don't be silly. " Now it's stupid enough. I'll burn you for the rest of your life.