Transmigration:Evil BOSS, bad to the core!

"Chicken soup, it's good for you." Miran'er smiles and tries to pull out her little hand.

Gus frowned and glared at her. "Now you're better? I have the strength to do this. "

Mi Ran'er blushed and said with a sweet smile, "it's not because you heal me when I'm in a coma? I've just woken up, and I feel you are very hot. I'm scared. If something happens to you, what can you do for me? "

The fear in MI Ran'er's tone is not false.

Gus can feel it, too.

There was a slight void in his heart.

Then, he sighed and gently held her in his arms. On her ear side, he spoke slowly in a gentle tone: "but if you don't heal your wound, you may not wake up... Moyue is too cruel. Next time, if I meet her again, I will double your wound today to her!"

Guschen does what he says.

When miran'er heard Gus's words, he couldn't help it.

He put his hand on Gus's face and gently stroked him. "Well, don't think about it. I'll see if the chicken soup is ready. I'll give you something to drink. It's better to pad your stomach."

Mi Ran'er said, pulling her little hand out of her palm and taking a bamboo tube to see the chicken soup.

Gus looked at her busy appearance in front of the fire, thin body with a touch of softness, Gus suddenly saw a little familiar taste from her.

He felt the smell from his mother, who had been dead for many years.

"Ran'er..." he suddenly spoke softly.

"Well? What's the matter? " Miran'er put some salt grass in the soup, stirred it carefully, and then tasted it.

"Give me a baby."

Gus coagulated her to look at Tang's side face, and her tone became softer and softer.

"Hiss..." Mi Ran'er shook her hand, and the soup splashed on the back of her hand, which made her frown.

Then he turned to Gus.

Gus was so worried that he got up and grabbed her little hand, whined gently on the back of her hand and asked anxiously, "does it hurt? I'll... "

"It's OK. It's just splashed. There's no bubble." Mi Ran'er whispered.

She served a cup of chicken soup to Gus. "You taste it first. The meat may have to be boiled for a long time. I'll leave half of the chicken for stewing tomorrow."

Gus took a drink.

Originally some cold body, drink some hot soup, immediately warm up.

It's much more comfortable.

He nodded, "it's delicious. It turns out that there are so many ways for these prey. In the past, we all ate raw food. It's really a waste."

"Yes, it's outrageous!" Mian ran Tucao, cover the lid again, and make complaints about the chicken soup itself.

Sitting down beside the fire with Gus, miran'er looked at Gus, sipping chicken soup and holding his face in his hands. After thinking about it, he said, "do you know how this pheasant came from today?"

Gus drinks the soup and looks back at miran'er, "how did you get here?"

"The granddaughter of the elder went to catch her. Now that she wants to take care of her younger brother, she learns to hunt by herself... Eh, don't you white wolf females need to go hunting?"

"Well, it's usually male hunting. Unless there is no male in the family, the female needs to go out, but the female is not as fast as the male. There are very few prey that can be caught. Therefore, the male of a race will help the family without young male in the family."