Chapter 950

But a stubborn and stubborn voice sounded in the bottom of my heart, "Yan Zhengling, are you willing to give up on him?" ”

Her answer was so firm, "No, I'm not going to give up on him." Never—"

The Lord of War sat gloomily on the bed, and his stomach problem attacked. He covered his colic stomach with one hand, cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and his face was a little abnormally white.

In the past few years, his cleanliness has flare-up almost every day, causing him to vomit frequently in his stomach. His bones are getting weaker and weaker. In addition, in recent days, he has not eaten well, slept well, and has to do heavy physical work, which has put his body on the verge of collapse.

Now that it has fallen into the hands of this female demon, he is afraid that he will not be able to resist.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her indifferently, a little surprised, he seemed to see the concern in her eyes. Was it his delusion?

"I'm a little hungry." He made God send him to speak.

glanced at this strange and luxurious room, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of self-deprecation, if he died here, it seemed that it would be a good place to go.

Yan Zhengling pushed the door in, stood in front of him, and looked at him expressionlessly.

After seeing his pale face, a flash of panic flashed in Yan Zhengling's eyes. She stepped in front of him in a few steps, reached out and touched his forehead, and found that his forehead was cold.

These days, eating a boxed lunch on the construction site, it is spicy and oily, and his stomach can't stand it for a long time.

However, Zhan Hanjue's left hand was handcuffed, and he only had his right hand, and he didn't know how to solve the problem of serving a bowl and eating by himself.

After all, he didn't dare to work this female devil.

Yan Zhengling turned around and came to the kitchen.

The action quickly made a bowl of eight treasures of lean porridge for him to nourish the stomach. Then it was brought to him.

When Zhan Hanjue saw such a light eight-treasure porridge, he immediately had an appetite.

Yan Zhengling hesitated. He is now a family man, and if he is released, he is afraid that he will run away.

"I'm not going to run." His face was a little dark, "Besides, I don't have anywhere to go." ”

Yan Zhengling was sad when he heard it, he was the crown prince of the imperial capital who once held the sky with one hand.

When he hesitated, Yan Zhengling scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to his lips and blew it, and then fed it to his mouth.

The Chill Lord was uncomfortable.

"You untie me. I eat it myself. He looked at her.

After eating a bowl, he asked Yan Zhengling, "Is there anything else?" ”

Yan Zhengling: "......"

How could his appetite be so good before?

Now he has fallen into a deplorable situation of relying on women to support his family and being disliked by his mother-in-law.

Maybe it's to fulfill his pride. Yan Zhengling silently opened the shackles.

The Lord of War was holding the bowl, even though he was hungry. But he still eats very elegantly.

The bowl in his hand accidentally fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Through the thin fabric, Yan Zhengling felt that his body was very hot.

"Do you have a fever?" Yan Zhengling frowned.

"Nope."

Warlord stood up with the bowl, "I'll go wash the dishes." ”

However, as soon as he stood up, his weak body stumbled violently, and when Yan Zhengling reached out to support him, he fell directly on top of her.

Her hand fell to his waist, and there was no concept of kissing between men and women.

"I didn't." He pushed her away.

Yan Zhengling was very depressed, "I mean your body temperature has risen?" ”

Warlord Chill: "......"