I Picked Up An Ancient Transmigration Killer To Be A Wife

"Yuanyuan, this is Zeng Miaomiao, the little girl I told you about." Seeing Wu Yuanyuan coming in, Guo Ming hurriedly introduced her.

"Oh, Zeng Miaomiao, hello! Are your legs better?" Wu Yuanyuan also greeted politely.

"Hello, sister! Thanks to Sister Mingming, my legs can now walk normally~!" The little girl was very happy, and when someone asked her about her legs, she quickly stood up and showed her legs to Wu Yuanyuan.

Looking at the slender and beautiful legs in front of me, even if they are wrapped under sports pants, they also reveal youth and vitality. Suddenly, Wu Yuanyuan felt ashamed of herself.

That long leg should be 100 cm long.

Wu Yuanyuan brought out the washed fruits from the reception room and greeted everyone to eat. Zeng Miaomiao picked an apple and happily said to Guo Ming: "Sister Mingming, can I peel the apple for you? I'm really good at peeling the apple, so I can keep it connected one by one!" After that, he turned his head. Looking around for fruit knives.

Wu Yuanyuan felt a little uncomfortable again, and she was about to talk, so she heard Guo Ming say: "Thank you Ms. Zeng, no, I still can't eat."

"Sister Mingming always talks about Wen Zou Zou, you just call me Miao Miao, why do you always call me Zeng girl, weird~"

After Zeng Miaomiao finished speaking, he didn't care, biting on the apple, and after a click, the apple was missing a big chunk. Mrs. Zeng looked at her daughter's mouth eating apples, and smiled and said angrily: "The little girl's house, eating and devouring food, how beautiful!"

Zeng Miaomiao looked at her mother with his head tilted, and smiled back: "Our little girl doesn't mind so much. It's okay to have a good meal by yourself, simply and simply, never pretend~!" The Jiao Jiao asked Guo Ming again: "Sister Ming Ming, do you think I am ugly to eat?"

Guo Ming had no choice but to laugh: "How could it be? You look good no matter how you eat!"

Zeng Miaomiao looked at Mrs. Zeng and smiled pretending to be provocative.

But Wu Yuanyuan always felt that Zeng Miaomiao's eyes seemed to have swept over her.

After chatting with Guo Ming for a while, those who came to visit said goodbye. The rest of the caregiver, Wu Yuanyuan, and Dad Wu. After chatting with him for a while, watching the nurse pull out the liquid, Dad Wu went home, leaving only the nursing staff and Wu Yuanyuan.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the nurse to fetch water, Guo Ming called Wu Yuanyuan, took her hand and started acting like a baby.

"Yuanyuan, I haven't seen you for several days, I miss you so much!"

"Why, I'm here every day!"

"But if I don't wake up, I won't see you, and I will miss you very much."

"Stupid!" Wu Yuanyuan, who was still a little awkward in her heart, saw Guo Ming, who was acting like a baby, no awkwardness in her heart, and she was full of gentleness.

However, this tenderness only lasted one day. Because the next day, Zeng Miaomiao came again.

This beautiful girl with long legs is here carrying a new tablet.

"Sister Mingming, I'm afraid you will be bored lying down. I will bring you a tablet. You can watch TV and play games." Before the person entered the door, a crisp voice came in, listening gently like a lark.

Guo Ming, who was finally ventilated this morning, was about to drink the soft and waxy chicken porridge that Wu's mother had already cooked. In order to prevent poor digestion, Ms. Wu finely chopped the chicken into minced meat, and then cooked the porridge with hanging chicken broth. You can smell the tangy aroma when you open the lunch box.

Wu Yuanyuan came out with a bowl, sitting on the head of the bed, scooping it with a spoon, and Guo Ming, who was lying on the hospital bed with his back supported, was also looking at Wu Yuanyuan with a smile, with gentle eyes.

"Sister Mingming can eat! Great!" Zeng Miaomiao said happily when he saw Guo Ming was able to eat. Then she walked to Wu Yuanyuan and asked, "Sister, I'll help Sister Mingming feed the meal, okay?"

Wu Yuanyuan rolled her eyes and thought, my girlfriend, what kind of food do you feed? But the basic courtesy is still necessary, so he smiled and said: "You are a guest, sit down and rest for a while, the bowl is hot, don't burn you."

But Zeng Miaomiao didn't appreciate it at all, and continued: "I am not afraid of my hot sister. Sister Mingming cured my leg, and I just fed her without getting tired. You can let me feed it, OK? Ah pretty sister~~~"

I have to say that Zeng Miaomiao is really good at acting like a baby. Being so soft and soft as the petals of the little girl called "Pretty Sister," Wu Yuanyuan really couldn't afford to refuse. Wu Yuanyuan glanced at Guo Ming, then passed the porridge bowl in her hand to Zeng Miaomiao, and then sat aside by herself.

Seeing Zeng Miaomiao sitting on the bed with a smile, Wu Yuanyuan seemed to have overturned the jealous jar, she was still old vinegar. For the first time, I feel that the person I like is too good and attracts the eyes of others. This is actually not a good thing.

After all, more, I am afraid that there is still an inferiority complex. After all, it was a young and beautiful girl with prominent housework and living a life like a princess. And myself, an ordinary woman with ordinary appearance, ordinary personality, and ordinary background, how you look at it, compared to such a girl, it can be as low as the dust.

For no reason, Wu Yuanyuan felt bored for a while, as if she couldn't have confidence in those futures.

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