The Divorce Is Invalid

Bursts of fragrance awakened Tang Nuanyang from his sleep. He opened his eyes and found himself lying in the hospital. He looked sideways and saw Luo Juntian standing sideways at the table and pouring the porridge out of the heat preservation bucket.

His serious, careful, calm and indifferent appearance makes people feel warm, just like the steaming white porridge in his hand, delicate, warm and gentle. Just smelling and seeing it can heal the pain at the bottom of his heart.

Luo Juntian turned around and wanted to wake up Tang Nuanyang, but she didn't want to. She had already woke up and looked at him with dark eyes.

Her eyes are very beautiful, clear and firm, and her eyes are black and bright. When she looks at people, she is calm and direct, pointing directly at the people's heart. Just as now he suddenly looks back at her, she still avoids it. On the contrary, he feels a little uncomfortable.

He walked over with the porridge, stood beside her and said in a very disapproving tone, "let someone cook some porridge for you. Get up and have some.".

"Thank you!" Tang Nuanyang propped up his arm, sat up and went to get the bowl in his hand.

Luo Juntian avoided her hand and looked at the porridge on the other side. "Forget it, I'll feed you!"

"What? Say it again?" Tang Nuanyang's surprised eyes looked at him with an unbelievable look. Her ears must have a problem. The man who always put her in hot water and tortured her for fun would say he wanted to feed her. Wouldn't a bag of poison be poured into the porridge.

She looked warily into the bowl.

Luo Juntian has an impulse to vomit blood. What's her look!

"Do you want to eat or not? Don't let me pour it out." he shouted unhappily. In this world, only Tang Wenyang can make him angry like a hairy boy. She has no other ability. Her ability to annoy him is world-class.

"If you want to eat, of course I want to eat." Tang Nuanyang believed that he was no longer joking. He hurriedly said, sitting straight, pretending to be cute and opening his mouth "ah"

Luo Juntian coughed uncontrollably again and carefully sent a spoonful of porridge to her mouth. "You know, you're not suitable to pretend to be cute at all, like an idiot.".

"Thank you for your compliment! After eating, ah" she continued to pretend to be cute and open her mouth. It was like asking for a kiss. He was rarely kind to her, and she had no reason to refuse.

"Fool" Luo Jun scolded contemptuously, but he carefully cooled the porridge and sent it into her mouth. His eyes were much softer.

If you feed me like this all your life, I am willing to be a fool all my life, not for anything else, but for your tenderness now.

A bowl of porridge soon came to an end. She didn't have enough to eat and he didn't have enough to feed. She always felt that time passed too fast.

"I'm not full yet." Tang Wenyang tried to control the impulse to burp. She also wanted to feel the happiness of him sitting in front of her and taking care of her carefully.

Luo Juntian couldn't stand to say "what woman can eat when she is sick." he stood up and smiled gently when he turned around.

He stood at the table, opened the heat preservation bucket and poured the remaining porridge into the bowl.

Outside the door, Luo Ningxiang and an siyao pushed the door in. As soon as they saw Tang Wenyang lying in the hospital bed, Luo Ningxiang shouted, "sister-in-law, OK, how can you get sick".

Luo Juntian turned around when he heard the sound, and his eyes collided with ansyao. The sparks splashed. He didn't forget the scene of him kissing his wife and holding the bowl.