His Sunny Wife

He seems not to care to sweep a look, and then he took back his eyes, some indifference, said: "I don't want to drink now, you take it."

"Nangong Yaoling I'm sorry, I didn't think of anything... "

"Little emperor!" At this time, the door was pushed open, Liang Shaozhu struggled to break in from the door. See Xia xiaonuan, she slightly a Leng.

When the bodyguard rushed in and saw Nangong Yaoling's flaming eyes, he had to bow his head and apologize awkwardly: "emperor, little Sorry, it's Miss Yuzhu who insists on breaking in. We... "

Nangong Yaoling bit his teeth, "it's OK, you go out." His voice is very flat, it seems that he is not angry at all, which is completely inconsistent with his eyes that want to kill people, so that the bodyguards almost think that they are listening.

After a few seconds, he said, "yes It's emperor Shao... "

Liang Yuzhu rushed to Xia xiaonuan, straightened her back and asked, "Why are you here? Xia xiaonuan, I really don't know how thick your skin is. How can you still have the face to come here when you do harm to Emperor Shao like this? "

is more objectionable and overbearing than her perfume.

Xia xiaonuan also noticed that she was carrying a lunch box.

She immediately felt her eyes black, she was stunned for a few seconds, and saw Nangong Yaoling behind her didn't seem to have any intention to speak.

She just clenched her teeth and said, "I'm here to deliver things." She did this to him? Is that what he says to everyone else? Yes, there is nothing wrong with that.

Xiao Nuan thought bitterly.

"Oh?" Liang Yuzhu glanced at the room. When she saw the insulated lunch box on the table, her face suddenly changed.

She turned her head and glared at Xia xiaonuan, then quickly came to Nangong Yaoling.

"Brother Yaoling, I asked our chef to cook chicken soup for you. Didn't you say that the soup I sent was delicious yesterday? So I let people endure a little more. "

Liang Yuzhu said, deliberately turned his head to take a proud look at Xia xiaonuan.

Nangong Yaoling has a headache.

He didn't remember when he said the soup she had brought was good. Last night, his mother insisted on forcing him to drink the soup sent by Yuzhu, and kept asking him if it was good.

Until he said it tasted good perfunctorily.

In fact, he felt that the feeling of doing it with xiaonuan was too far away.

The soup she made may not be the best, but it always gives him a special feeling.

Perhaps, when the beloved woman occasionally makes a dark meal for him, he will think it is delicious. What's more, it still looks good soup. When I think about it, it makes him still have some ideas.

He said with a smile, "OK, I'll drink it later."

"No, you can drink it now. I'll feed you."

Liang Yuzhu said, once again proud to see a small warm, small warm head down, just staring at their shoes. Liang Yuzhu turns around and puts the thermal lunch box on the table. Because the table is already full of fruits, she deliberately pushes the thermal lunch box from xiaonuan to the side.

"Bang!"

As a result, a "careless" lunch box was dropped to the ground. The lid of the lunch box was thrown open, and the soup in it splashed out instantly. The aroma of

strong bone soup is permeated with the smell of perfume and fruit, the taste of Nangong's Yao Ling, and the ward of disinfectant.

Boiling hot soup splashed on the walls of the hospital and on the trouser legs of the little warm jeans.