Bo Siyu was dumbfounded.

Does he have her to bear his wrath every day?

There are some things that you may not be aware of.

Qiao Youxia is not a talker, if she says so, there must be a reason.

Bo Siyu hugged her in a panic, and said nervously: "Xia Xia, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose my temper with you, don't be angry, okay?" I came back early today, but you've been here, and you still haven't woken up after I slept, so I'm starting to get a little anxious, don't be angry, okay? I didn't mean to lose my temper with you. ”

Qiao Youxia stood in his arms, smelling the smell of his body, feeling his restless heartbeat, and tears fell uncontrollably.

He was always so cautious that he couldn't even quarrel.

With such a Bo Siyu, how is she going to export harm?

Bo Siyu hugged Qiao Youxia, but slowly, he felt a little wet in his chest.

He quickly let go of Qiao Youxia and lifted her head, and saw her tear-stained face.

Bo Siyu's heart suddenly pinched together, and he hurriedly wiped her tears, and said in a panic: "Xia Xia, what's wrong with you?" Is it because I'm mad at you? Don't be angry, I'm wrong, okay...... Ahem, ahem, ahem! ”

He couldn't finish his sentence before he couldn't help coughing.

Qiao Youxia looked at his coughing face and turned red, but in the end, he still couldn't harden his heart to quarrel with him.

He can't quarrel at all, and the more angry she is, the more guilty he will only become, and he will just apologize to her.

Isn't there still seven days left?

Qiao Youxia wiped away her tears, sniffed, and tried to say calmly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be angry with you, I came back late because I went to the hospital to ask about your condition, and the doctor also said that your illness doesn't know when it will get better, I'm a little irritable, it's not your problem, don't think about it." ”

It turned out that I came back late because I went to the hospital.

But she's not the one who gets angry and wants to cry because she has a cold.

Bo Siyu had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't find any reason for it for a while.

He looked at her red eyes distressedly, kissed her and said, "It's just a small cold, sometimes it's just good and slow, it's not a terminal illness, you can rest assured, I'll be fine." ”

It's almost like a terminal illness.

Qiao Xia snorted, put down his bag, took off his coat and went into the kitchen, looked at the black dishes in the pot, stirred twice and said, "What are you doing?" ”

“……”

When she didn't come back, he got angry and thought about cooking for her.

Bo Siyu looked at the appearance in the pot, and was embarrassed to say that he was stir-frying.

Obviously, when I saw her cooking, I thought it was very simple, how did I get to myself, either knocking over this, or burning myself?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiao Youxia probably knew something.

She reluctantly poured a pot of black insight into the trash, and asked for his opinion, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Are you going to make it for me?"

"Isn't that what I do every day? Who will you eat if you don't give it to you? Qiao Youxia asked rhetorically.

Bo Siyu raised the corners of his mouth, hugged her from behind and said, "I will eat whatever you do, and whatever you do is delicious." ”

Qiao Youxia smiled and said gently: "I remember that you like to eat dumplings, I'll make you dumplings to eat, right?" ”

"But it seems to be slow, I don't want you to work so hard."

"It's okay."