Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Huo Ci didn't expect that she still knew that she felt sorry for him. There was obvious joy in her eyes. She just woke up, her voice was a little dumb, and the corners of her lips were filled with joy: "Okay."

The dishes are cold, and the steamed buns are already cold.

Huo Ci felt that this was the best meal he had ever eaten, and he was content to eat.

Nangong Lengyu kept the spirit for three days, and Huo Ci stayed with her for three days, serving tea, handing water and food, so that she could conserve her strength so that she would not faint from exhaustion.

After Dongfang Chu was buried for a long, long time, Nangong Lengyu did not heal, and could not accept the fact that she had left.

Huo Ci has performed very well during this period of time. He doesn't yell at her every day, doesn't look for faults or troubles, knowing that he feels sorry for others.

That night, Huo Ci went to Yan Yuanfei to learn from him. He made the braised pork which Xiao Bai Lian likes most. I learned it last time, but it was not delicious.

Xiao Bai Lian's attitude has been much better recently. No matter how unpalatable what he makes, he will give him affirmation, make him full of energy, and always want to be better and better.

It's best to make Xiao Bailian's eyes shine bright after eating it, so that she can sincerely praise his improvement in cooking.

The weather in late spring is still a bit cold in the evening.

Huo Ci arrived at the door and saw a car at the door. Knowing that the second brother must be at home, he directly pressed the code and entered.

When he arrived in the living room, he heard voices from the kitchen and the smell of delicious food coming from people's index fingers. When he walked over, he heard them talking about Nangong Lengyu. Up.

"What kind of medicine is this again?" Yan Yuanfei watched her take the medicine, subconsciously thinking it was the medicine he was taking.

"It's not for you." Wen Ruoshui saw his rare nervousness and smiled: "It was for Yu'er. When I went to the south to find you last time, after a fight with Huo Ci in the rain, my menstrual pain More serious, I grabbed some Chinese medicine for her and adjusted her body."

"Yu'er doesn't drink traditional Chinese medicine, she vomits when she smells it?" Yan Yuanfei still remembers one time when he decocted the medicine with water and water, Yu'er came over and didn't enter the house. Threw up in it.

"These medicinal materials don't taste much. I use my method to fry them, and the taste is negligible." Wen Ruoshui put the medicine in the medicine jar.

"You decoct unscented medicine for Yu'er, don't you know that it hurts me, and you also decoct unscented medicine?" Yan is far from sour.

"Yu'er is a girl, are you?" Wen Ruoshui tilted his head and looked at him tenderly: "Are you still jealous with Yu'er?"

"Why did I..." Yan Yuanfei turned his head and was startled before he finished speaking. He looked at Huo Ci who was standing at the door of the kitchen and asked him with a calm smile, "Lao Liu, when are you? Come here?"

"Nangong Lengyu?" Huo Ci sneered, his eyes darkened, and a deep fire rushed out: "Are you talking about Nangong Lengyu?"

Yuer.

Fight with him in the rain.

Dysmenorrhea?

The person they said was Nangong Lengyu.

Still Gong Jue!

No, it should be said that Nangong Lengyu is Gong Jue!

Wen Ruoshui looked at him nervously: "Huo Ci, listen to our explanation."

How could he come over at this time, and he happened to be in time when they said Yuer, how much did he hear? How much does he know?

"Don't look at me like that. I heard everything that should or shouldn't be heard." Huo Ci's eyes could no longer suppress the fire, and he let out an angry roar: "Second brother, am I still not your brother?"