His Sunny Wife

There was a faint sound of conversation in my ear.

Xia xiaonuan slowly opens her eyes and looks along the sound source. She sees Liang Shaochen standing in front of the window, talking on the phone.

Looking at all the strange things in front of her, covered with a thin blanket, she felt a burst of dryness and heat, and slowly propped up.

Liang Shaochen turned to see her wake up, and there to explain a, then hung up the phone.

She walked up to her and asked with concern, "wake up? Is there anything wrong? "

Xia xiaonuan's forehead is still heavy.

"What's the matter with me?"

"You fainted in the mall, and now you're at my house."

Xia xiaonuan looks at the man's handsome face, as well as the clear and gentle eyes. In his mind, he gradually recalls the previous scene.

"The reporters..."

"Don't pay any attention to them. The media always like to catch the wind." Liang Shaochen said.

"Where is Qi Yue?"

"She's OK. Don't worry. I'll let her go first."

Xia xiaonuan nodded. At this time, Liang Shaochen thought of something and said, "you are hungry. I just made porridge in the kitchen. Wait a minute."

Then, without waiting for her answer, she turned and went downstairs.

Xia xiaonuan gets out of bed, picks up her slippers, hears the sound of dishes and chopsticks coming from the kitchen downstairs, and goes downstairs to the kitchen door. Liang Shaochen's back is facing her, holding a spoon in his hand, serving porridge for her.

In the air, there is a faint fragrance.

He is tall, wearing a white shirt, cuffs up, just the back look, let a person daydream. Dream as if the outline of the long eyelashes, as well as a thin layer of color can not help but dye his face.

Xia xiaonuan smiles from the corner of her lips.

All along, what she wanted was such an ordinary life?

But Nangong Yaoling never gave her such a life. He gave her nothing but endless suffering.

Liang Shaochen turned around and saw her standing at the door, looking at him in a daze.

Her eyes are full of autumn water, and her pretty face is pale, but it is hard to hide her national color. She is really beautiful. Even when she is sick, it makes people have an impulse to protect.

He held back his slightly floating breath and went up to him and said gently, "why did you get up?"

"Get up and have porridge." Xia xiaonuan also gave him a sweet smile, "you look like porridge, I feel so handsome."

Just as Xia Qiqi met Nanmo in those years, if Xia xiaonuan was really a piece of white paper, maybe she would really fall in love with this man who was just like the spring breeze.

When Liang Shaochen was praised, there was a trace of embarrassment in his eyes. She seldom praised him.

However, he is always happy to be praised. Even though his appearance has been recognized as a fact, such words can be said from the girl he likes, but they have different sweetness and satisfaction.

Liang Shaochen came up to her, reached out a hand and rubbed her hair: "OK, go wash your hands and eat."

Xia xiaonuan nodded, turned around and washed his hands. Then he saw that he had set up the dishes and chopsticks, one by one, and some side dishes and salted eggs.

"I didn't let my aunt come because I didn't have lunch at home. It's just plain boiled. Don't give up. "

Liang Shaochen looked at her and said.

Xia xiaonuan took a mouthful of porridge and immediately said, "it's good to drink. It's better than Auntie's cooking."

Liang Shaochen's eyes flashed a favorite smile, then said: "then drink more."