Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

Ji Liangchuan gritted his teeth. This woman is not generally difficult to serve. She is more difficult to serve than him.

The ancestors of Nangong family all developed like this. It's really

OK, one last time!

Ji Liangchuan looked at Nangong orange's lovely smiling face. Whether it was real or fake, he was happy from his heart. As long as she could laugh, let him die.

"Look at my mood." Nangong orange looked at the empty door.

He actually, actually left?

Didn't you yell or let your hands down with a black face?

Sex change?

A group of dark clouds flew over Nangong orange's head. In this case, she tried her best to torture him.

You asked for it!

Nangong orange doesn't like to eat things with such strong taste, including stinky tofu. It immediately loses its appetite at the thought of that taste.

Nangong orange listed a pile of heavy taste things on Baidu. See how he responds. A person giggles happily. This may be her happiest thing recently.

Ji Liangchuan frowned when he went out. Where did he buy such a thing?

"What do you need, sir?" Asked the bodyguard.

"Stinky tofu, glutinous rice cake."

The bodyguard felt the tip of his nose and thought that his husband would go after others. But after suffering, he seems to enjoy it?

The bodyguard was also embarrassed. He didn't look around.

Ji Liangchuan stood in front of the car with a black face. This woman is really

Hello, excuse me, is there a shop or stall selling stinky tofu and glutinous rice cakes nearby? The bodyguard stopped a group of young girls. The cup in their hands was smelly.

"Oh... Go 500 meters ahead and about 1000 meters ahead. There is a special authentic glutinous rice cake in front of the school."

thank you!

Ji Liangchuan and his bodyguard ran away. Ji Liangchuan's handsome appearance attracted passers-by to turn back frequently, and the young bodyguard next to him was also a talent and perfect combination.

They finally came back with what Nangong orange wanted to eat. They were already sweating.

"I suddenly don't want to eat, or you eat it. It's very delicious. Just ignore the taste." Nangong orange really doesn't want to eat.

"What?"

The bodyguard said in surprise, "it's your own request, and now you don't eat. Isn't it embarrassing?" The bodyguard looked at Nangong orange angrily and said.

"Since you don't want to, go back to Yin city. Don't disturb me any more. I begged you to disturb my life? " Nangong orange overturned the stinky tofu on the small table in front of him, and put the glutinous rice cake there.

"You go out!"

The bodyguard left reluctantly.

The whole ward was filled with a strong smell. Ji Liangchuan opened the window to breathe. Sister Li quickly cleaned up.

"I'll push you downstairs."

Nangong orange has no desire to speak. No matter what she says, Ji Liangchuan will not be angry or angry. It's like hitting cotton and bouncing back powerlessly.

Nangong orange was sitting in a wheelchair. Ji Liangchuan stood by. They were speechless all the way. The sun was warm and comfortable.

Ji Liangchuan squatted down and sorted out her long hair. The patient's clothes have fallen hair. When did she start to lose hair?

In his thick long hair, there were some dazzling white hair, which made his heart hurt suddenly.

Hiss!

"Ji Liangchuan, what are you doing? Murder me? "