The early morning sunlight dappled through the leaves on the wall, casting a shadow, pouring through the window, pouring into the room, climbing onto the bed, passing through the beaded curtain, and falling on Wen Qiao's body.

Feeling the pouring of sunlight, Wen Qiao opened his eyes, and there was silence all around, and the morning was gentle and peaceful.

It is rare to have such a peaceful day for people to enjoy, Wen Qiao stretched out his arms and stretched his waist.

At this time, Zhao Qingyan walked in with rice porridge and side dishes, came to the table, put down the things, walked to the bed, and looked at Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao looked over and looked at Zhao Qingyan.

"How's it going?"

Leaning over, Zhao Qingyan asked.

Naturally, there is no feeling of being confused by the medicinal properties, but Wen Qiao didn't say so, just shook his head, "I don't feel anything, probably because the effect of the medicine has not completely dissipated." ”

She frowned, didn't it completely disperse? How can it be!

"Really?"

With a suspicious sound, she stretched out her hand, touched Wen Qiao's pulse, felt it, and then let go of her hand, "There should be no problem with your medicinal properties." ”

"My head is still a little groggy."

Wen Qiao said.

"You have been on the battlefield for a long time, and those days of overcoming thorns and thorns have not hurt you, why are you now in a coma for such a small poison?"

With a rather skeptical voice, Zhao Qingyan looked at Wen Qiao's eyes.

His eyes were cold, but at this moment, there was a little sense of mild and comfortable calm.

"It's a meal, I can't resist the urge of my taste buds, let me eat some."

has successfully changed the topic, Zhao Qingyan saw that Wen Qiao was also half a patient, so he also obeyed him.

Putting the green vegetables on the rice porridge, Zhao Qingyan brought the bowl to Wen Qiao's side, approached the past, and shook it casually, "I've brought it to you." ”

"That's it?"

The person on the bed raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Qingyan, and asked.

Speechless for a while, Zhao Qingyan thought to himself, Wen Qiao's eyes were cold, but he spoke to her in such a threatening tone.

"I don't believe it, General Wen, you can't even eat a bowl of rice by yourself?"

Although he naturally wanted Zhao Qingyan to feed him personally, her attitude was obviously refusal, and he couldn't pull this face to pray and please this woman to feed him after all, so he said, "I'll come by myself." ”

As he spoke, Wen Qiao stretched out his hand, supported his upper body, and sat up against the head of the bed.

Observing Wen Qiao's movements, he did it in one go, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like he was still dizzy, Zhao Qingyan was helpless, and sighed, "Wen Qiao, what do you mean!" ”

"What about me?"

He was stunned for a moment and asked rhetorically.

"The effect of the drug has been lifted, you don't have to stay here, do you?"

She asked.

"You are my wife, Zichen is my child, just this relationship, I stay here, is there no reason?"

did not show an angry appearance, but Wen Qiao's tone was cold, Ren Zhao Qingyan didn't care, and he could clearly feel the clear and visible loss in his tone.

For the loss in Wen Qiao's tone, he was a little lonely, from the heart, Zhao Qingyan would still tug at his heartstrings for his joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, and it was impossible not to care.

Like a cold wind, Zhao Qingyan had to use a lot of strength to be able to grasp Wen Qiao's scattered emotions.

"Wen Qiao, you said Zichen is your child?"

She maintained her condescending posture, but put the bowl in Wen Qiao's hand.

"Over the years, how has your family treated Zichen?"

Looking at Wen Qiao," Zhao Qingyan continued, when Zichen was left out in the cold, you gave him even more cold, and when he needed the most care in his lonely growth, your family also didn't give him a little comfort! You just keep hurting him, making him more and more lonely and miserable in his growth, since you are Zichen's father, why didn't you have Zichen's warmth in those times? Instead, let Zichen suffer? Today, you say, you are Zichen's father? ”

Her tone was quite ugly, and her whole person was a little excited.

With a sigh, Wen Qiao couldn't answer all the questions that Zhao Qingyan asked him, it was indeed that he didn't do a good job, and in the cold years, the flowing time made him meet a woman like Zhao Qingyan who was full of vitality and so bright, and he had a warm mood.

"I did make mistakes in the past. I can't argue with this, and I won't delusion about Zichen's forgiveness. However, the coming days are long, I will not let such a thing happen again, this is my promise to Zichen and to you. ”

He tried his best to say these words in his soft tone and peaceful words, and Zhao Qingyan looked at him, although he said that he couldn't help her food, but he also didn't start it for a long time to explain such a problem.

"That's fine."

Speaking out and answering, Zhao Qingyan stretched out his hand and touched the bowl.

"Forget it, it's getting cold."

Picking up the spoon in the bowl, she took the bowl with her other hand.

"You're going to feed me?"

Although he had such expectations in his heart, Wen Qiao never thought that Zhao Qingyan would really feed him.

Whether it was Wen Qiao's occasional tender feelings, or the decision to look for her after being drugged, it became a string in Zhao Qingyan's heart that plucked from time to time, making her gradually clear but uncertain expectations for the feelings between her and him at the moment.

"Otherwise, why would I do that? Could it be that you won't be allowed to eat yet? ”

As she spoke, she chuckled, her smile was bright, reflecting the sunshine that was falling down, which was particularly dazzling.

It was a brightness that bordered on dazzling.

In the days of fighting on the battlefield and making a decisive decision, Wen Qiao never thought that one day later, he would meet a woman, and even had the idea of letting this woman feed him and then embrace his whole life, and the fact was in front of him, he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of rice porridge entered his throat, which was still so delicious and sweet.

It seems that this woman first got into his stomach, tugging at his internal organs, and finally, grabbed his heart and made him yearn for a sentiment called "love".

Although he had reservations about Wen Qiao in his heart, Zhao Qingyan still fed him rice porridge, and Wen Qiao also cooperated with her very much, after all, such warmth was not something that could often be felt in these hurried years.

Although Zhao Qingyan was only serious and emotionless, Wen Qiao still enjoyed the tranquility and gentleness of the moment.

The past years have been lost and let it go away, and the happiness of the present and the future is worth grasping and pursuing.

After feeding a bowl of rice porridge, Wen Qiao still maintained a gentle appearance, which was very different from him in the past, and Zhao Qingyan couldn't help but have a feeling of "it seems to cherish the present".

"Or?"

"Are you still feeding? You feed me, I want it. ”

Wen Qiao replied, his tone was cold and indulgent.