Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

"Go." Nangong Jue pulled her up.

"What for?"

"Go to the hospital."

Xiao bad also nodded: "yes, go to the hospital and take out the thorn."

Feng Qianxi shook his head: "no, it's dark now. I'd like to have a sleep." She was very determined, and then tried hard to swallow the thorn with all kinds of bar, but the thorn stuck stubbornly in the middle of her throat for most of the night.

Xiao bad went to bed.

Feng Qianxi is sitting alone on the sofa in the living room with a foreign object in her throat. She can't sleep and has a pain when swallowing.

"Why don't you sleep?" Looking at Nangong Jue coming over, she asked suspiciously. Heaven knows how hoarse her voice is now.

Nangong Jue handed her warm water: "drink some warm water, warm throat."

"Well." After taking the water, she sighed deeply. It seems that if she can't get the thorn down all night, she really has to go to the hospital.

While holding warm water, while drinking..

"Asahi."

"Well?"

"Let's get married." He said coldly.

"Er... Poof..." he took a mouthful of warm water and swallowed it to his throat, then all of it came out and spilled all over him, but he didn't have time to estimate this: "little bad doesn't know how to joke, how can you joke with him?"

Shallow Xi drank water pressure to startle quickly again.

"I'm serious. Can't you see that these days? I love you He said coldly.

Who knows that the water he just drank was forced out by his words and vomited all over him again. Nangong Jue closed his eyes, took out a tissue and wiped his face, then stood up. Go to the escalator.

Shallow Xi wiped to wipe mouth, looking at him to finish this kind of frightening words, then turned to walk, really surprised: "Nangong Jue, you brain water?"

He stopped. "Anything else?"

"It's up to me to ask you that, isn't it? Are you in the evil Her heart a tight, he is not evil?

"The fishbone is gone. It's late. Go to sleep." He light finish saying words, then went upstairs.

Feng Qianxi sat on the sofa, looking at his back, touched his throat, no pain, and swallowed saliva, really no pain, the fishbone disappeared, although I don't know whether it was vomited out, or swallowed, in short, it is not. Excited to stand up.

It turns out that he said this on purpose, which surprised me. No wonder he brought me a glass of water on purpose. This man, I really don't know what to say about him.

Shallow Xi helpless smile. Clearly did a good thing, also don't explain, cold stand up and turn to go, also not afraid to misunderstand him.

Oh

I stretched myself. It's good to go to bed without this thing.

Wake up.

The wind is shallow and Xi is looking at the sun outside. Why is it so sunny? What time is it? Took out the mobile phone to have a look: "ah!!! It's over It's already 10 o'clock. Didn't I tell the alarm clock at 7 o'clock? Why didn't the alarm clock go off? It's over. Xiao bad will be late for school.

It's not summer, so I guess I'm still sleeping in.

She took off her pajamas and put on her clothes. She had no time to brush her hair and wash her face. She rushed out of the room immediately: "Xiao bad, Xiao bad, get up, go to school soon."

Push open the door of the little bad room, no one. She rushed downstairs again: "little bad! "Little bad!"

Nangong Jue sat on the sofa and put down his newspaper: "what are you so anxious about?"

"What about little bad?"

"School, of course."

"Eh? school? When did he go? " Feng Qianxi stares at Nangong Jue dully. His eyes look at each other for a long time. He immediately reflects: "did you send him to school?"

He didn't answer. He picked up the newspaper and read on.

Feng Qianxi breathed a sigh of relief, scared to death, and sat down on the sofa: "scared to death, I don't know why the alarm didn't go off, I thought I must be late today."

"I'll turn off the alarm clock for you."

"Why?" she said

"Why?" He cold threw this sentence back, didn't even look at shallow Xi one eye, continued to look at his newspaper.

Feng Qianxi didn't go on asking. Just after the surprise, there was more warmth. Indeed, there are some questions that you don't need to ask or talk about. Why? The reason, of course, is very simple. It's good to know.

"Well... It's almost noon. It's not summer. Let me make lunch." Look at what awesome power you have, she does something.

Nangong Jue put down the newspaper: "are you sure you want to come?"

"What's the matter? You don't believe in my cooking? " Although I don't believe it myself: "don't worry, I have studied the menu carefully a few days ago, and I will definitely succeed."

"Good." He nodded with suspicion in his eyes.

Feng Qianxi wields a knife to cook. The knife is first-class. After a few brushes, the dishes are cut. All kinds of side dishes and seasonings are put in good order.

When he began to cook, Nangong Jue pushed the door into the kitchen. Stand by and watch.

FireStarter. When pouring oil

"Stop, it's enough to put so much oil. Too much oil will turn into deep frying." He suddenly took her hand and let the oil, which was about to be poured down, stop.

Asahi takes a look at him and then goes on.

"Wait a minute, the oil is not hot enough. Don't put any seasoning."

"Oh..."

"This dish, first put the green onion down stir fry, will be better, the fire open a little bit."

"Oh."

"Put in some sugar. Half a scoop will do

"Why sugar?"

"Too much vinegar will have a choking taste, and a little sugar will make the taste better." He said flatly, patiently guiding her every step.

From the beginning, he kept on giving advice and guidance. Later, Feng Qianxi began to stir fry himself and asked, "Nangong Jue, how much salt does this dish need?"

"Nangong Jue, what should I do? It seems to be burnt."

"Nangongjue, do you want soy sauce for this one?"

"Would you like this dish first, or this one first?"

"Do you feel familiar?"

She is like a student, while asking, while learning, leisurely will be a few home cooked dishes, put on the table.

Two people sat on the dining table, she carefully put a chopstick into Nangong Jue's bowl: "you, try it."

He coldly picked up the chopsticks and took a bite into his mouth.

Feng Qianxi took a deep breath. He used to be very careful when cooking, but he was not as careful as he is today. Looking at him swallow, but no expression, her heart a tight: "how?"..