Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

"Is there anything you can't tell me? Dear wife. " Just then, a Yin measured male voice came from the door.

“Oh,mygod！ God is going to kill me. " Hearing this familiar voice, Xia Hou xuan'er didn't even have the courage to look back.

"Less night." Xueyu sees that he has come, put away the walkie talkie, go aside and give him the scene.

"Young lady, I brought the scald cream. Young master, you are here too." Xiao Zhu, who quickly found the scald cream, was surprised when he saw that yechen wind also came. He didn't know who to give the scald cream in his hand.

"Come out." Yechenfeng reached out to take away the scald cream in Xiaozhu's hand. The haze and cold eyes swept Chen Jing, who was guilty. Without looking at Xia Hou Xuaner, he turned and went out.

"Who told him?" Damn it, he will scold him again later. Xia Hou xuan'er put the back of her scalded hand to her mouth and blew it a few times before she angrily followed out.

"Miss Chen, how did Mrs. Shao get scalded?" Xueyu deliberately paused and asked when she passed Chen Jing.

"It's none of my business. She just said she wanted to feed me porridge. As a result, she accidentally knocked over the bowl. That's how she was scalded." Chen Jing quickly gets rid of her responsibility. They didn't see what happened just now. Why did everyone come in and stare at her with such fierce eyes?

"Is it really none of your business? Why are your hands shaking? " There was a sneer on her lips, and her sharp eyes stared at her shaking hands.

"I... I'm a little dizzy, so... My hands tremble. Pregnant women are like this, either vomiting or dizziness." Chen Jing immediately held the trembling palm with her other hand and said calmly.

"Really?" Xueyu glanced at her coldly and left immediately.

Damn it, she's just a bodyguard. At least she's pregnant with their little ancestors at night. She dared to treat her so arrogantly. After Xueyu left, Chen Jing couldn't help feeling angry after she breathed a sigh of relief.

Xia Hou xuan'er, who didn't dare to breathe, followed yechen Feng to the hall and saw him sitting on the sofa. She slowly sat beside him, and then slowly stretched out the back of her scalded hand to him.

"Put it on yourself." Night Chen Feng didn't even look at the back of her hand. He threw the scald cream on the glass table and said indifferently.

"I can't touch it myself. It hurts..." he is easy to get angry. She just doesn't want to be worried by him, so she doesn't want to tell him. In this way, he can turn blue. Xia Hou Xuaner just put her hand into his palm and said pitifully.

"Didn't you say you couldn't tell me? Isn't it right for you that I don't look or ask now? Go and ask the servant to paint it for you. " The tone was cold and hard, and took away her outstretched hand mercilessly.

"Oh, people just don't want you to worry. Forget it. If you don't want to help me paint it, let it live and die. It's better to make it blister, inflame and fester. It's better to kill me. It's better to be out of sight." Xia Hou xuan'er retracted her hand, gasping with pain and speaking desolately.

"If it hurts you, I will buy a few tons of firecrackers to celebrate." The haze face immediately turned around and stared at her ferociously.