Feng Xiaoxiao's face heated up and she bit his chin hard, "It's shameless!"
"I'm shameless?"
Nie Zheng was bitten by her and was not upset, "Who said that? She is injured and needs an injection?"
Feng Xiaoxiao wants to bite his tongue and commit suicide!
"Huh?" Nie Zheng did not let her go, "If I don't come back, who will give you the injection?"
Feng Xiaoxiao was so embarrassed that she urged him, "Why do you talk so much? Are you okay? You have used up all of it at your best friend's place?"
"Huh? Are you anxious?"
Nie Zheng's last voice rose, and Feng Xiaoxiao was so sexy that her face was filled with blood!
"Baby, my husband will give you an injection right now!"
Nie Zheng was not ashamed, Feng Xiaoxiao broke his waist!
When she was dazed, Feng Xiaoxiao felt something was wrong, "Nie Zheng, what are you doing?"
Nie Zheng was kissing her wound, of course, through gauze. Over and over again, with the same passion as when he did that thing just now.
Nie Zheng asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"
Liao Qingming found out clearly that she was indeed injured by a microphone stand on the set! It was his negligence and he didn't notice it at the time.
Feng Xiaoxiao, the first lady in Haicheng, has been pampered since she was a child. How can this not hurt? It must hurt! So, why must he work? Can't he, Nie Zheng, not be able to support his wife?
"What did you say?"
Nie Zheng's voice was too soft, and Feng Xiaoxiao didn't hear him clearly.
Nie Zheng was slightly startled, "It's nothing, just go to sleep."
"Well..." Feng Xiaoxiao responded, but complained, "It's uncomfortable to sleep on your stomach like this."
Nie Zheng thought for a moment, then hugged her waist and placed her on his chest. "What about this?"
He is just a human-shaped pillow, so it is certainly comfortable to hold him like this.
In the dark night, Nie Zheng curled his lips and said, "Go to sleep."
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In the early morning, when the alarm clock rang for the first time, Feng Xiaoxiao opened her eyes consciously. She got up from Nie Zheng's arms, got dressed, and went downstairs.
Entering the kitchen, the cook has already prepared the ingredients.
As long as Mr. Nie is at home, the wife must get up and prepare breakfast for him. This is a rule known to everyone in Jinyuan.
Feng Xiaoxiao didn't have many opportunities to make breakfast, and she didn't know what Nie Zheng liked to eat, but he shouldn't be picky about food.
Because every time she makes something, he eats it cleanly.
Feng Xiaoxiao steamed snacks, boiled tomato soup, ground coffee, made omelettes, sandwiches, a combination of Chinese and Western, it was a mess.
——This is all she knows.
Feng Xiaoxiao actually wants to work hard to be a good wife, but her ability is limited and she has made little progress.
Nie Zheng is very self-disciplined. By the time Feng Xiaoxiao was preparing breakfast, he had already washed and dressed.
When I was sorting out the cufflinks, I saw the calendar on the wall - and the red stripes on it.
"Ah."
Nie Zheng gave a very light sneer. Of course he knew what it was. It seemed that his Mrs. Nie was very anxious to divorce him and end this contracted marriage.
Should this posture be described as "every day seems like a year"?
Calculating the time, there were not many days left. Nie Zheng raised his eyebrows, maybe it was time for Liao Qingming to prepare a divorce agreement...
Tsk.
It seemed a bit reluctant to let him go. After all, Mrs. Nie was obedient and sensible, which suited him very well. Moreover, they were very compatible in bed...
Nie Zheng came down from upstairs at just the right time.
He walked up behind Feng Xiaoxiao, put his arms around her thin waist of less than 60 centimeters, and asked, "What's something delicious?"
Feng Xiaoxiao didn't even think about it: "Arsenic, red crane crown, and a pot of puffer fish poison."
"Ha ha."
Nie Zheng laughed loudly. He had a bad temper and was quite good. She was worthy of being the number one lady in Haicheng back then.