The president's beloved dumb wife

After all, he Xiao dingxun was really pulled back from the edge of death by her blood.

Even he indulged her to this day because of this unrequitable kindness.

Even because I couldn't do husband and wife with her from beginning to end, I felt very guilty for her.

Even more, after knowing the scandal between her and Qiao Jingming, what he initially thought was that she was so. The greater responsibility was on his own.

But if everything was a big lie from the beginning, wouldn't he have been kept in the dark for five years as the heir of the dignified Xiao family?

In the past five years, I indulged such a disgusting woman, stayed with me all the time, even married her and let her have her own children.

Xiao dingxun looked out of the window at the continuous rain. The deepest part of his heart seemed to diffuse unspeakable pain.

He felt that he was close to the truth, but he was afraid to face it.

If Su Sheng's blood really saved him, if Su Sheng is a Sheng

Xiao dingxun can't imagine what he did and missed five years ago

Yu Sheng washed Xiao dingxun's clothes and turned out the heater for a winter to dry them quickly.

Then she went to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

It's almost noon. Even if she doesn't eat, Xiao dingxun has to eat.

She didn't come for a long time and didn't prepare much food. Yu Sheng opened the refrigerator and looked at the few vegetables and beef left. After thinking about it, he boiled a soft and rotten beef porridge, then fried a vegetable heart, then made a tomato scrambled egg, and finally made a small fried beef with green pepper.

The ingredients are limited, and it is difficult for a skillful woman to cook without rice. Last night, the refrigerator was almost half empty.

When the porridge was almost ready, Yu Sheng began to stir fry.

The range hood in the kitchen has been too old to play much role. When making fried beef, Yu Sheng coughed a few times.

Xiao dingxun, who was sweating after drinking ginger soup, also woke up from his intermittent dreams. Just as he woke up, he smelled the delicious meat of the food. Xiao dingxun immediately felt hungry.

Yu Sheng cooked the meal and went to the next room to have a look. In summer, the clothes were thin and almost dried. She turned over the clothes, turned the heater to the maximum, stood aside, and waited for about ten minutes. There was no moisture on the clothes. Then she turned off the heater, picked up the dried clothes and went to her room.

Gently pushed the door open, but saw that Xiao dingxun had woke up and was half leaning against the bed looking at her. His wide shoulders and slender and powerful arms were exposed outside the quilt. Yu Sheng quickly looked away and put his clothes beside his bed: "change your clothes and come out for dinner."

She finished, put down her clothes and turned out of the room.

Xiao dingxun looked at the neatly folded shirts and trousers. I don't know how she dried them. There was no moisture at all. He reached out and picked them up. The shirt was full of the fresh smell of laundry liquid. It was wetter and sticky than before, full of the smell of rain. It was almost heaven and earth.

His fever had not subsided, and there was still a dull pain on his forehead. However, with such a simple action as putting on his clothes, he was sweating all over.

Out of the room, Yu Sheng has set up a small table in the living room outside and is bringing out the dishes and porridge from the kitchen.

"There is no restaurant here, so make do with it."

Yu Sheng said and looked up at him: "is it still burning?"

Xiao dingxun looked at her and slowly opened his mouth. His voice was a little hoarse: "I don't know, but my head still hurts."

Yu Sheng put down the bowl and plate, gently wiped his hand on the apron, walked up to him, raised his hand and gently touched his forehead. Sure enough, it was still hot. Yu Sheng's eyebrows wrinkled: "it's still hot."

He stared at her for a moment. Her eyelashes were thick and curled, and trembled slightly like a small Pu fan. At such a close distance, he could still see that her skin was amazing, white and almost shiny, and she couldn't see any pores.

He tried to resist the urge to reach out and gently touch her eyelashes. He said in a dumb voice, "don't worry, it's just a little fever. It'll be all right soon."

She immediately raised her eyes and stared at him: "where am I worried about you?"

Xiao dingxun couldn't help laughing. The way he smiled and when he didn't smile were two extremes, but they were both extremely beautiful.

However, she prefers him to laugh. Compared with the indifferent and silent Xiao dingxun, Xiao dingxun who laughs is really handsome to the extreme.

She opened her eyes so foolishly that she was almost stunned.

Xiao dingxun had a deeper smile at the bottom of his eyes. He slowly raised his hand. When his fingers were about to touch her cheek, Yu Sheng suddenly woke up, dodged in panic, and stared at him again: "what are you doing?"

He reached out and picked a small vegetable leaf from her hair. "There's a vegetable leaf in your hair."

Yu Sheng looked at the vegetable leaf and almost embarrassed to find a seam to drill in.

Xiao dingxun looked at the little woman with red cheeks in front of him, but his heart was gradually soft.

"Ah Sheng, I'm hungry. Can I have dinner?"

Yu Sheng hurriedly turned and walked to the small table: "OK, wait a minute, I'll fill you with porridge."

"What porridge do you make? It smells good."

He sat down on the small bench. His two long legs were wronged that there was no place to put them. Yu Sheng couldn't help chuckling and moved a higher chair to him: "take this, I'll take the small bench."

After filling the porridge, the two sat down. Xiao dingxun was already tall and sat in a high chair. Yu Sheng was Petite in front of him. Now he sits on a small bench and looks shorter.

Xiao dingxun looked at the little girl around him and couldn't help but tick the corner of his mouth.

"Eat quickly. It will be cold in a while."

Yu Sheng said, lowering his head and sipping porridge.

Xiao dingxun looked at the porridge in front of him. Compared with his daily meals, it was very simple, but he felt that this simple dish and porridge seemed to make him like more than anything.

He drank two bowls of porridge and ate almost three dishes.

But he also handed the empty bowl to Yu Sheng and looked at her eagerly.

"I can't eat any more. You're still ill. Your gastrointestinal function is very weak now..." Xiao dingxun still looked at her.

"Besides, you have eaten two bowls..."

Yu Sheng took away his bowl and said ruthlessly, "I'll cook ginger soup for you later. Save some stomach and drink more ginger soup."

Mr. Xiao dingxun felt very wronged. The young master who grew up with a golden spoon did not expect that one day he could not drink more bowls of porridge.