She eased up for a long time, the kind of body that was so tired that her fingertips had no strength, only to ease up, looking at the little water left next to her, suddenly thought of something, opened the bedside table, and took out a post-mortem medicine she had bought before. He turned his head again, looked at the little water cup left on the bedside table, put the medicine in his mouth, and drank some water.

This time, she is still a little strange, why does the taste of this aftermath medicine be different from the past? Is it expired? Pick up the medicine bottle and take a look, the shelf life is still two years later, it's still early, so I can rest assured.

Although taking medicine hurts the body, if you get pregnant unexpectedly, it is not good for the child, and it is not good for miscarriage, so it is better to prevent it. Anyway, she had to recuperate for two or three months before she had a child, and at that time, it was estimated that the effect of the medicine had already passed.

She rested on the head of the bed for a long time, and suddenly thought - Leng Sicheng, cooking for her?

She struggled to get up, struggled to pick up her clothes and put them on, and when she was about to get out of bed, she stumbled twice.

His face was slightly red, and when he was angry with Leng Sicheng, he would ignore his efforts when he was angry, and the pain covered up all the other feelings. Whoever is like this, the whole body seems to have been fished in the water, and the steps are like stepping on cotton, but the body is like having a massage, after soaking in the hot spring, it is a kind of laziness after fatigue, it does not hurt at all, and even—there is a vague feeling of abundant comfort that cannot be described. That's something I've never felt after three years of marriage with him.

Cautiously walked downstairs, went to the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw Leng Sicheng inside, frying something in a pan.

She had never seen Leng Sicheng cook, a man of 1.85 meters, wearing loose and comfortable home clothes, standing in front of the stove to fry and fry, I don't know why—there was a rare feeling of satisfaction.

Moreover, this is the city of Leng Si!

It's the cold and arrogant city that no one should enter!

He actually cooks for himself? Of course, not for himself, but mainly for him - he was hungry, and he was so noisy that he couldn't cook, so he had to do it. And myself, it's just a stutter by the way.

However, even so, he took the initiative to cook, and she could eat it!

God, this is ...... unimaginable!

However, Leng Sicheng was not like her, he was approached without noticing, he turned his head and looked at her indifferently: "How ripe is the steak?" ”

"Huh?" Gu Qingqing was a little surprised, turned around and said, "Seventy percent?" ”

Leng Sicheng didn't reply, just nodded lightly, and turned his head to look at his frying pan again. Only then did Gu Qingqing realize that he was making a steak - the butter on the pan was sizzling, and in the pot next to it, the chopped tomatoes had been cooked into a fresh tomato sauce. And next to it, there are two eggs. Steak, tomato sauce, sugar eggs, the absolute standard.

But what I didn't expect the most was that Leng Sicheng skillfully put the thawed steak into the pot, and the aroma was overflowing.

Leng Sicheng saw her and beckoned her to come over, flipping the spatula with one hand and holding her with the other. Gu Qingqing was a little surprised: "You really know how to cook?" ”

"Whether I'm at my godfather or my parents' side, they have all taught me to **." Even if you don't usually do it, you can't but can't, and at critical moments, it can always play a role - for example, now.