Along the way, he dedicated to driving, not saying a word, warming his mouth, thinking about it or saying nothing.
For so long, she was still sitting in his car for the first time. It was more comfortable than she bought it, but she sat in it but sat in it.
"I didn't eat anything at night, I'm hungry." Back to the villa, he lowered his head upstairs warmly, and Leng Yan suddenly said behind him.
"I go ... I asked Sister Ping to make some food for you." A warm footsteps, almost blurted out to cook for him. Fortunately, the brain was faster than the tongue, so she did not say it.
"Sister Ping should have rest now, don't quarrel with her. Put back you back, always thank you. I don't accept verbal.
Leng Yan's body was caught in the sofa, and his fingers unconsciously covered the stomach.
"All right."
Warmly biting his lips, turned around, and saw that his face was slightly pale, and he couldn't help but surprised: "Stomach pain?"
When she was cooking that day, she asked Sister Ping what he loved to drink. He had stomach problems.
"One point."
Leng Yan nodded, but there was cold sweat on the forehead. Knowing that her car burst into the tire, he didn't let Sister Ping cook. After pinching a small snack, he went to find her. Along the way, the stomach was painful, but it was always strong.
Hold.
Seeing her more nervous than him, I couldn't help laughing: "Are you worried?"
He looked very happy, and looked at him with warmth, so he was so happy. Is there because of her performance ...
Oh, he wants to joke her again.
"Are you worried about me?" He spoke again, and his eyes were still smiling.
"I feel sorry." Nuanqi froze.
I felt that he helped her, but hurt her stomach pain, and I felt sorry.
Worried about the behavior of his wife, she should not use the word.
"Really?" Leng Yan raised her eyes and looked at her, and her heart was inexplicably rushing into a sense of loss.
"real."
Warmly smile, lower your eyes halfway, cover the pain in the bottom of your eyes, and get up in a panic: "The face is not easy to digest, I will boil you some millet porridge, then take some stomach medicine, or call Chen Shu."
"No need, Uncle Chen knew and scolded again." Leng Yan stopped her, a weak smile: "Boil millet porridge to drink."
After boiling, I brought it carefully and put it in front of him. I wanted to make him drink, watching his weak lips white, and finally sighed, porridge porridge, and a small spoonful of spoonful of spoons.
: "Eat it."
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In order not to let Yan's emotional transition too abrupt, there will be several transitions, which look flat, but Guoguo feels indispensable.