"......" is comfortable with a big head.

There is really no common language with this kind of person who is full of lust~ affection.

She'd better shut up.

Tong Ran pursed her lips and walked straight to the refrigerator, where there were preserved eggs and lean meat that she asked Steward Zhou to buy, cut them, put them into the boiled porridge, and then put the seasonings.

She is skillful in her movements, and at first glance, she is a person who often cooks.

Monan Jue watched her slender back sway in front of the cooking table, her long black hair hanging loosely behind her, and she was only tied with a small pink leather band, rippling with a shallow ripple as she moved.

He had never seen a lively side of her.

He saw her with only stubbornness, anger, crying, bravery, and sadness.

But such a sunny side of her is something he has never touched.

It can only be said that she is more and more in line with his taste.

The man hooked his lips with some surprise, he had never been interested in a woman for so long.

Child dyeing is an exception.

An exception that he is still obsessed with.

Perhaps, it's almost over.

After all, his period of boredom with women is almost over.

Thinking about it, Mo Nanjue pressed his eyebrows, and there was a vague twitch in his chest.

"Okay! out of the pot!" Tong Ran scooped up a spoonful and blew it and put it in his mouth, well, that's the taste, I haven't eaten it for a long time.

A burst of fragrance came, pulling the man back from his thoughts.

As soon as Mo Nanjue raised his eyes, a tempting bowl of porridge was served in front of him.

"I cooked a big pot, you can also try it, my exclusive secret preserved egg and lean porridge. ”

Gruel?

When did this woman learn to cook porridge?

"I don't drink. He pushed the bowl away with two fingers, and looked down at the newspaper again.

The man Jun had a cold expression on his face, as if he was very disgusted.

What kind of expression is this?!

She cooked it so deliciously, can't his uncle take a sip of it?!

Looking at his pale appearance, sitting here drinking boiled water, Bacheng had just gotten up not long ago.

This is the consequence of indulgence ~ desire ~ exceedance ~ degree!

Moreover, he doesn't eat, does he want to eat her at night?!

"You can take a sip and you will know that it tastes really good," Tong Ran watched the fruit of his hard work being treated like this, and hurriedly scooped up a spoonful unconvinced, and handed it to the man's lips, "It's really delicious, you only take a sip, you will definitely not be disappointed, I promise." ”

As she spoke, she held up three fingers.

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes to look at her, the corners of his lips loosened slightly, but he didn't touch the spoon she handed over.

Porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork.

Chen An said he could not eat meat, eggs, or even coffee and juice.

Because of the antibodies and incompatibility of DevilsKiss, they are not clear.

In other words, the best way to do it now is for him not to eat anything, only drink water, and then inject glucose and some other nutrient solutions.

"Just take a sip, you can give a face and take a sip," Tong Ran saw that he still didn't move, just looking at himself, so he took the spoon back, scooped up a spoonful again, puffed up his cheeks and blew, "I promise, if it doesn't drink, you will kill me with a knife!"

"Don't think I can't cut. ”

Mo Nanjue said coldly, and then, unexpectedly, the man stepped forward with his thin lips, sipped lightly, and drank the porridge handed over by Tong Ran.

This feeling, as if, he drank it himself, and she hid the poison of the Lang.