Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Tears suddenly rolled down. Wei Anning quickly took a paper towel and glanced at Gong ting. "It's a little spicy. It's not easy to eat such authentic Sichuan food in Birmingham."

"You like it. I'll cook it for you every day." Gong Ting didn't tear her down. Seeing her cry, he would feel distressed. Distressed is his good, which makes her produce pressure.

But Ning'er, if not, what else can I do?

Wei Anning silently ate the boiled fish. The chili water was hot and painful on the broken lips, but she didn't stop. It was almost self abuse. It seemed that she would not be so sad if she ate all the things he made.

Gong Ting knew that she had stomach problems, so he didn't put much pepper. Seeing that she was so hot that he inhaled and ate hard, he felt like someone was cutting with a rusty knife in his heart.

He said softly, "don't eat spicy food. Your stomach is bad."

"I like to eat." Wei Anning looked up at him, her eyes covered with a layer of steam, so dense that she couldn't see her dark blue eyes clearly.

Gong tingchong looked at her indulgently. Since he was ten years old, he had only such a woman in his heart. He tried his best to hurt, love and protect her, but

"Don't eat too much and get angry carefully." Gong Ting said, but he still pricked pieces of white and tender fish and put them into the plate in front of her.

After a meal, Wei Anning sweated at the tip of her nose. When it was hot to the back, she couldn't feel any spicy taste. She just thought it was very hot, and the depression in her heart was loose.

After dinner, Gong Ting sends Wei Anning back to the hotel. When checking out, the owner of the Chinese restaurant politely runs over and asks Gong Ting if he is interested in becoming a special chef here.

Wei Anning stood beside him and smirked. How bad is this man's eyes? How can a handsome young master like Gong Ting be a cook?

Gong Ting regretfully told his boss, "sorry, I'm already her exclusive cook."

Gong Ting compared Biwei Anning. The Chinese restaurant owner saw something and expressed regret. At the same time, he said, "you are really talented and beautiful. Girl, if you meet a man who is willing to cook for you, you will marry."

After hearing the boss's words, Gong Ting silently took a pile of tips from his wallet, "I'll thank you when I marry her home."

Wei Anning took Gong Zheng away.

When he got back to the car, Gong Ting looked at her coldly, "Ning'er, did you hear what the boss said just now? A good man like me is hard to find in the world. We should hurry up. "

Wei Anning smiled and shook his head. "Gong Ting, drive."

The smile on Gong tingjun's face fell down. He silently started the car and sent her back to the hotel.

The car stopped outside the hotel. Wei Anning said goodbye to him. As soon as she opened the door, her wrist was suddenly held by a big hand. She turned around and saw Gong Ting staring at her.

"What's the matter?"

Gong Ting took out a small white medicine bottle from the inner pocket of her suit, held her chin in his big hand and sprayed it on her broken skin. A faint mint fragrance lingered on her nose, and it was cool on her lips, which took away some burning pain.

Gong Ting loosened her and put the medicine bottle into her palm. "Spray it several times a day, it will get better quickly, and it won't hurt so much when eating."

"Thank you. Have a safe trip." Wei Anning clenched the medicine bottle, pushed the door to get off, waved to him and watched his car leave. Then she turned and went upstairs.