Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

Now, song qiuer is also guilty of being a thief. He is ready to run secretly. Who would have expected that Murong court would turn back without saying good?

Song qiuer was helpless. Looking at Murong Ting staring at him and thinking about his action, he had to harden his head and explain to Murong Ting, "I think it's mainly because I want to sit for a long time and get up."

When song qiuer reflected what he had just said, he really wanted to find a cave to turn in. Fortunately, he could say that.

How long did you just sit down? Where did you come from? How long did you sit down?

"Oh -" Murong Ting now lengthened the tone, just looking at Song qiuer, the banter in her eyes could not be covered up. Since she said so, if she didn't believe it, wouldn't it be hard for her to say so long?

"I forgot to tell you that in order to keep you well rested, I will always be with you." Murong Ting said slowly, song qiuer listened to Murong Ting's words, immediately worried, eager to play directly from the ground.

"What?" Song qiuer's heart is all worried, so that the words to the back, slowly become sharp, how, if he is like this, then he, it is not possible to go out today?

"I want to stay with you. Anyway, you don't want to go out. I'm in this room, and it won't affect your rest." Murong Ting raises fox's eyes and looks at Song qiuer with a smile. Sure enough, looking at Song qiuer's face, from the beginning of hope, it becomes full of loss. Murong Ting just finds it very interesting.

Song qiuer's face is as usual, but he began to say in his heart: what doesn't disturb my rest? Clearly, you are the element that will disturb me most. Besides, if you really don't want to leave, then I won't go out at all?

Thinking of this, song qiuer's eyes are full of disappointment.

I have an estimate in my heart. I can't just slip out of murongting's eyes.

When song qiuer thinks of the people outside, he is full of loss.

Murong Ting looked at Song qiuer's appearance, and said in his heart that he was also distressed. However, at this juncture, he was also a helpless thing.

I don't want to take care of song qiuer like the prisoner. I don't want to do this to her.

However, I was mainly worried that she would be overworked, would not rest, and would not take her body seriously.

During song qiuer's plague, Murong Ting had a thorough understanding of all these things. Naturally, he knew how song qiuer worked so hard just to save those patients one more life.

Murong Ting even listen, this heart, also began to follow together with the heartache.

At that time, I was not by song qiuer's side, and I didn't know how many things song qiuer had to do alone. I didn't know how helpless she was when she was helpless. At the same time, Murong Ting felt guilty. Maybe, if she was there, she wouldn't have to be so strong.

At least, now that she is by her side, she can learn to rely on herself, and she can't bear to take her body so badly.

Song qiuer's eyes are full of loss. He just calls "Oh -" and goes to the bookshelf in a low mood to get a medical book.

Murong Ting didn't come long ago, but there was no place in the room that was not set up according to song qiuer's preference. In his room, he took what song qiuer liked and listened to bamboo smoke. He was worried that song qiuer would feel a little cold when he lay on the beauty flat. He had already spread silk on it. On the bookshelf, he asked the governor to find several medical books and put them on the bookshelf.

Song qiuer is not tall, so this time, I think, those books are all in the place where song qiuer can reach.

Two people look at the book mutually, also don't talk, imperceptibly passed for a long time, unexpectedly two people didn't feel hungry.

But song bao'er couldn't sit in the room. He was expecting that Murong Ting would come and have a look at him. However, time has passed. If he wants to come, he should have come long ago. But now, he hasn't seen anyone. Song bao'er starts to worry.

Simply, this song bao'er directly dressed up in the middle of the night to send soup to Murong court.

At the beginning, the soup was made by song bao'er alone. Where can song bao'er cook? It's all done by Qian, and song bao'er eats it. He has to help him to clean up the chicken in the kitchen and give it to song bao'er.

Qian and song bao'er talked about how to make them. Song bao'er listened to them and felt that they were very simple, so he threw the cleaned chicken directly into the pot, added some water and stewed it directly.

Just after the stew was finished, song bao'er looked at the cooked soup, took a small casserole, scooped it out, quickly held it, and went in the direction that the man pointed to at the beginning.

Although song bao'er is eager to see Murong court, he still pays attention to some of his so-called etiquette. He is also worried that he will leave behind an unknown appearance in Murong court's eyes.

"Come in." Murong Ting was so absorbed that he was suddenly interrupted by this sudden voice. He had some helplessness in his heart and said it.

Murong Ting looked up and looked at the colorful clothes. He didn't know that he was holding a small plate with a small porcelain jar and a pair of chopsticks.

"General." Song bao'er doesn't know how to salute, so he can only deal with it. But if he knows the rules of salute, he will have to laugh at Song bao'er if he has seen the formal salute.

"I think the general is still studying at night so late, so he stewed some chicken soup for the general to eat in front of midnight. If the general likes, I'll stew some more tomorrow." Although song bao'er didn't taste chicken soup, he didn't know what kind of confidence he had, so he said this.

Song qiuer didn't recover well. At first, the room was filled with the smell of bamboo, and he was very happy when he smelled it. But all of a sudden, he only knew that there was a strong smell of rouge, which caught song qiuer off guard.

"Keke" is directly choked to cough. Murong Ting hears song qiuer cough in the inner room. He is flustered. He quickly walks to the inner room and asks, "what's the matter?"

Song qiuer watched Murong Ting come over, but all of a sudden, he coughed even more. He quickly held up his hand to Murong ting and said, "don't come here! You have a strong smell of rouge. "

Murong Ting looks at Song qiuer's red face, but it really hurts in his heart. He did not dare to go there again. He sniffed his body carefully. He didn't smell anything. But looking at Song qiuer's fragile appearance, he quickly opened the window and let the smell of the room go away.