President, don't tease me

Beiming Han listened and raised his eyebrow, "why?"

"You had a fever today. Even if you are in good health and your fever is gone now, you should have a rest for a while! What if you have a fever again when you catch the plane tonight?" Tang Guozhen said with words, hurried downstairs, went to the TV cabinet, took out a bag of medicine and stuffed it into Beiming Han's hand.

"You eat porridge and take medicine!"

Beiming Han lowered his eyes, looked at the granule in his hand, and smoked at the corners of his mouth. Why can you still see Chinese granules... Or... Small Bupleurum in France.

"Guoguo, we have been pestling here for so long. Shouldn't we let Beiming cold go to dinner first?" Nalan Qingrong stood aside, looking helpless.

Just now I saw Tang Guo running up and down. I realized that they had been standing in the corridor on the second floor talking.

The most embarrassing thing is that Tang Guo still has a bowl of porridge at his feet.

"It seems... Yes." Tang Guo glanced at the porridge under his feet and smiled a few times.

After going downstairs, Beiming Han went to the table and looked at the light and tasteless white porridge in front of him, with several black lines on his forehead.

Beiming Han hasn't had any hardships since he was young. In the hardest years, he will even eat other people's leftovers. But for white porridge, all kinds of porridge, Beiming cold flocked to it.

"Beiming cold, do you want to eat?" looking at Beiming cold's disgust for porridge, Tang Guo was suddenly depressed. Is the porridge cooked by yourself so difficult to eat?

Beiming Han saw the disappointment in Tang Guo's look. A trace of darkness flashed in the star's eyes, and his hand was slightly clenched under the table.

Forget it, just porridge once.

But even if you want to eat white porridge, you can't treat yourself so badly

Beiming Han looked at Tang Guo with burning eyes. Tang Guo was standing in the kitchen burning water.

"Guoguo, I drink porridge."

After a long silence, Beiming Han held his face in one hand and spoke faintly.

After listening to this, Tang Guo suddenly turned around and looked excitedly at the cold in the north.

"If you drink porridge, I'm not going to cook." Tang Guo turned off the tap and his eyes flashed.

"Did you just boil water to cook?" Bei Minghan raised his eyebrow and looked at the kettle in Tang Guo's hand.

Tang Guo nodded and muttered discontentedly, "I'm going to cook for you not because you said you don't want porridge. Just now when you were sleeping, my master and I finished the meal." Tang Guo said this and looked up at Nalan Qingrong's room on the second floor.

Nalan Qingrong went to rest according to her work and rest.

But what Tang Guo didn't expect was that Nalan Qingrong could eat so much! Tang Guo thinks he usually eats a lot, but Nalan Qingrong really shocked her this time.

"Then don't cook. I'll just have porridge." Beiming Han stirred the porridge with a little tension in a calm tone.

It's not that I haven't tried to drink white porridge before, but I don't know why. Every time I drink white porridge, I feel sick for a day. So since then, Beiming Han has avoided white porridge. Never try to die.

"Beiming Han, try it. Eat some first. If you can't, I'll cook for you." Tang Guo sat opposite Beiming Han and looked at Beiming Han expectantly with his cheeks.

Beiming Han picked up a spoon and put it down in disgust as soon as he scooped up a spoon of porridge.

Tang Guo frowned slightly when he saw it.

"Why don't I feed you?" Tang Guo remembered that when he was taking care of children in relatives' homes, children refused to eat, which was also fed by parents. What if Beiming Han is the same as a child?

Hearing Tang Guo's proposal, a smile flashed in Beiming Han's long and narrow eyes.

"OK." Bei Minghan picked up the bowl and went to Tang Guo. He put down the bowl and sat next to Tang Guo. The corner of his mouth provoked a smile with a little evil spirit.

Tangguo looked suspiciously at Beiming Han's smiling face and suddenly wanted to take back that sentence.

How did Beiming Han look like he succeeded in the plot?

"Cough, cough." Tang Guo just fed the porridge to Beiming Han's mouth. Beiming Han coughed violently, as if he were going to cough the porridge out.

Seeing this, Tang Guo quickly put down the bowl in his hand, gently patted Beiming Han's back and comforted him softly: "Beiming Han, it's okay, don't want to eat. I'll cook for you." Tang Guo said, stood up and wanted to cook, but Beiming Han grabbed his clothes and fell into Beiming Han's arms.

Tang Guo was surrounded by the cold and strong arms of Beiming and tightly imprisoned in his arms. Tang Guo shook his legs and looked up worried from time to time. He was afraid that Nalan Qingrong would suddenly come out and see this scene.

"Bei Ming Han! Stop it! This is the master's house!" Tang Guo pushed Bei Ming Han and stared at him unhappily.

Beiming cold put his head on Tang Guo's shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Guo Guo, I feel sick now." Beiming cold's voice is very real, because he is really so now.

Sure enough, you can't drink white porridge.

Seeing the gloomy face of Beiming Han, Tang Guo stopped struggling and asked nervously, "why don't you drink some water first? I'll cook now. Let go. Otherwise you won't go back tonight!"

Beiming Han shook his head and whispered, "No. actually, I think there's a way."

"You say."

Beiming Han raised his head and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Why don't you just give it to me?" Beiming Han naturally doesn't want to drink porridge, but it's ok if Tang Guo can feed it to him in his current posture.

Maybe it will be more interesting.

Tang Guo listened, his cheeks flushed, and he was about to refuse, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the clock on the wall.

"OK." it's getting late. Beiming Han has ordered people to book tickets just now. If you don't hurry up, Beiming Han will postpone returning home.

Just feed. It's not good to delay beiminghan's business.

Tang Guo picked up the bowl and his hand holding the spoon was trembling slightly.

Beiming Han Zhang opened his mouth and ate the white porridge fed by Tang Guo. Nausea surged into his heart again. But Beiming Han held back and said, "continue."

Tang Guo saw this and his eyes filled with joy.

"Beiming cold, are you feeling better now?"

Beiming Han nodded slightly, tried his best to press the nausea in his heart, and said faintly, "it's much better."

Tang Guo listened and smiled. Although the heart is still skeptical, but if it really works, it would be great.

After feeding the porridge in this way, Beiming Han didn't say anything, but drank the porridge stuffy. Although the heart was still very disgusting, because of Tang Guo in front of him, the disgust was restrained as much as possible.

"The north is cold, pay attention to safety." Tang Guo stood at the door of the house, staring at the north is cold, his eyes slightly moist.

Beiming Han nodded. His eyes were full of tenderness. Rao was silent, but Tang Guo felt very relieved.