Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"Do you remember my favorite soup?"

Chu Cheng's mother died early, but he always remembered his mother's Stewed spare ribs soup.

He doesn't like soup very much. Only spareribs soup is his only favorite soup.

It's rare for her to remember what soup he likes.

It's just that yesterday she sent chicken soup... Today is spareribs soup?

The attitude before and after is obvious

"Would you like a drink now?" Qiao xiaonuo raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Chu Cheng smiled calmly, "OK."

He struggled to sit up. Qiao xiaonuo leaned over, stuffed a pillow behind his waist and helped him.

Chu Cheng looked at her flattered and didn't understand who she was

"Xiao Nuo..."

"Huh?"

The city of Chu stopped talking.

Qiao xiaonuo filled a bowl of soup. Before he opened his mouth, she stirred the soup with a spoon to dissipate heat, and the white hot air rose around her face.

"Have some soup."

Seeing her gesturing to feed, Chu Cheng hurriedly stretched out his hand, "I'll do it myself."

Qiao xiaonuo's face was slightly frozen. They looked at each other. Her expressionless hand stretched forward: "take it."

After receiving the soup bowl, Chu Cheng lowered his head and drank slowly. The ward was very large. There was a floor to ceiling window. The sun outside the window came in through the glass and sprinkled golden light all over the ground.

Qiao xiaonuo went to the French window and was in the light. Chu Cheng looked up and saw her tall and slender figure shrouded in a layer of golden light.

She is dazzling, Chu Cheng always knows.

What she doesn't know is that in his heart, she has always been as warm as the sun.

The road of undercover is like walking on the blade. If you are careless, you will be broken to pieces.

How many painful moments, she was supporting him to bite his teeth.

"Have you finished?" Qiao xiaonuo turned around and found that he had been looking at himself, still holding the bowl of soup in his hand, and didn't see him drink a few drinks.

Is it hard to drink?

No, the ribs soup she cooked herself once tasted bad, and he drank it without blinking.

This is cooked by the chef himself. It won't be difficult to drink.

Then why doesn't he drink?

"Is the soup bad?"

After returning to God, Chu Cheng noticed that he had lost his manners and shook his head lightly: "no, it's good to drink."

"Then why not drink?"

"Drink it now." He gave up his spoon and drank it up with his head up.

Qiao xiaonuo: "

"The weather is fine. Would you like to go to the garden and bask in the sun?"

"Now?"

"Do you want to wait for the afternoon?"

Chu City: "

That's not what he meant.

Because of the wound, he can't walk now. The doctor suggested lying down for rest. If he had to go, he can only sit in a wheelchair.

"Are you going?" Qiao xiaonuo asked again with rare patience.

"If you want me to go, I'll go."

Chu Cheng thought that he would never be able to refuse her.

The gardens of the Royal Hospital are taken care of by professional gardeners, and the flowers are trimmed with great ornamental value.

Chu Cheng was in a wheelchair. Qiao xiaonuo pushed him forward behind him. His pale face could not hide in the sun.

"Xiao Nuo." Chu Cheng said, "stop. You're tired, too."

"I'm not tired."

"But I will be distressed."

She stopped, then the wheelchair stopped, bathed in the sun, and neither of them spoke again.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Chu Cheng asked softly with a smile.

Qiao xiaonuo's lips were slightly hooked. She went not far away, took off a leaf, played with it in her hand, turned around and asked, "where's Wen yin?"