Song Yi was awakened by the rich aroma of onion soup, and she desperately wanted to get up from the bed.

She was very hungry now, and she was only one step away from eating people.

"Lie down, don't move."

Seeing Zhao Huaiming put the soup bowl on the bedside table, Song Yi obediently didn't move, of course, someone would feed it more fragrant than what he drank himself.

When Zhao Huaiming shook the bed up, Song Yi couldn't help it, she reached out to pull Zhao Huaiming's sleeve, and hinted at the other party with pitiful eyes.

Zhao Huaiming, who successfully accepted Song Yi's hint and understood that she was hungry, still stuffed a huge pillow behind her back.

"It's a little more comfortable."

Since everyone else has sent it to the door, then she will enjoy it honestly.

Song Yi'an had a good nest with peace of mind, waiting for Zhao Huaiming to feed.

"The matter has been clarified, Wu Qingqing is the mastermind of this incident, and it has been controlled, have you ever thought about how to retaliate back?"

Song Yi was satisfied with chewing the soft and suitable onions, eating like a little hamster, she was stunned when she heard this, and then slowly swallowed the onion soup.

Zhao Huaiming picked up another spoonful of soup and sent it to her mouth, but Song Yi refused with some difficulty.

"What's wrong?"

Could it be that the soup is not tasty?

It's impossible, obviously the chefs at home are all crying.

"Wu Qingqing is the mastermind, and those kidnappers are accomplices, they maliciously kidnapped me and beat me maliciously, by the way, did my injury doctor do an evaluation?"

"It's done, the evidence of your injuries has been collected and preserved, as long as you want, I can let them sit through the prison, or you ......" Zhao Huaiming's unfinished words were all blocked by Song Yi's kiss.

It's a kiss with a rich onion soup flavor that is unexpectedly wonderful.

"Then let them sit through the prison."

There is no need to use such vulgar methods as they do, the existing laws are enough to give them the harshest and fairest punishment.

Zhao Huaiming, who had long guessed that this would be the result, sighed, kissed Song Yi, and said while feeding the soup, "Okay, listen to you." ”

Although Zhao Huaiming agreed very happily, his psychology is not as bright as he is now.

Want him to let go of the person who hurt Song Yi so easily?

Don't even think about it, he came to ask Song Yi today, it was just to respect Song Yi and know what kind of way she wanted to punish those people.

Wu Qingqing, she has been making waves under the protection of the Wu family for so many years, and the black material is really thin, and now she only needs a little help to make those who have been hurt but treated unfairly, and in the end can only knock out their teeth and swallow blood.

"Did you cook the onion soup today?"

Song Yi, who drank the soup, was not in a hurry to sleep, today was the second day after her surgery, and the wound was still very painful, but she was faintly used to it and could bear it, plus she had filled her stomach, she wanted to chat with Zhao Huaiming.

This kind of opportunity is also quite rare for them.

"Is it good?" Zhao Huaiming did not answer the rhetorical question.

"It's delicious," Song Yi nodded, feeling that the two words were too perfunctory, so he added, "Very, very delicious." ”

Zhao Huaiming's psychology was greatly satisfied.

"How does that compare to what your grandfather did?"

This is a proposition, but Song Yipin can't come out, she thought about it seriously, and said very honestly, "It's different, the onion soup made by my grandfather has family affection plus points, yours has love plus points, the units are different, there is no way to compare." ”