Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 343 [Bear again] Hiss, you man
"Well," after answering, a chuckle escaped from his throat, "Besides making food, you can do other things here, right?"

"I'm feeling very unwell right now." At this moment, Swian Wang really hoped that he was a cancer. At least he could ensure his own safety, and preferably he could poison this man. "I'll make an appointment later!"

From now on, too.

He hesitated before saying: "Honey, are you sure?"

"Don't ask about the second part after you hear it." Sweeping his face up weakly, wondering why this topic is not over yet: "Hey, you man..."

He guessed her thoughts and gave in first: "This topic is over, the next topic... What do you want to eat Juan Juan?"

She was still having a fever, and Lu Shengjing didn't want to make this person as hot as fire.

Sweeping his head back: "Those who don't cook don't express their opinions."

Use the leftover ingredients from the morning for the ingredients that need to be chopped, and put the rest directly into the food processor to chop and set aside. Mr. Xiong’s cooking will not be affected by cancer at all.

It's just that the cancerous tumor was unhappy. She buried her face in his neck and said in a long, desperate voice, "The smoke is burning the back of my head and my clothes are blackened."

The range hood has already been turned on, and there is almost no fumes.Lu Shengjing knew that this person couldn't keep his mouth shut. If she kept making noises, her attention would be distracted and she would feel better.

She exchanged a few words of dissatisfaction with this man, but she did not complain about pain or discomfort.

Arguing with him is good medicine.

My stomach doesn't hurt and I have a good appetite.

After eating, rested for a while, and then went to bed.

But as soon as her body touched the bed, she felt sore all over. She lay face to face on the pillow in pain, "Ah, I don't want to sleep."

"It's 11:30, Juanjuan, it's time to go to bed." Mr. Xiong had just finished giving her a few antipyretics.

"Well, I'm not feeling well..." Sweeping whimpered twice in pain, and then fell silent. It didn't sound like he was falling asleep, but more like... dying?
"...Wife?" Mr. Xiong gently picked up the human who was pretending to be dead. When she was sick, she hugged and coaxed her with nice words, but refused to take medicine.

When I picked her up and looked at her face, it was stained with tears and grease, and her hair was stuck to her pale face, like a stinky beggar.

Lu Shengjing's heart trembled. He was used to seeing this girl arrogant, but seeing her sick made him feel extremely disappointed.Her body became ill and she was very weak.

Brushing the hair from her face, Mr. Xiong sat on the edge of the bed and let her lean on his arms.

Shit, he suddenly turned his head and buried his face in the fur on the bear's skin, letting a few tears fall from his eyes.

The broad bear paws gently pressed her lower abdomen. She didn't like the hot water bottle or the painkillers with hot brown sugar water and ginger soup.

After the pain subsided on its own, he rubbed his face left and right, wiping the sticky feeling on his face on the bear's fur, and then closed his eyes weakly.

Lu Shengjing touched her cheek, which was still hot.

"Jian Juan, I boiled white eggs." He said.

"Ah," he half-opened his eyes full of fatigue, knowing that he touched his face with a bear's paw, but what does the white egg have to do with touching his face?
Mr. Xiong cooked five of them without any worries.

Sweng leaned against the edge of the bed and watched him peeling egg shells beside him.

The story of a bloody nose and a swollen face with an egg rolled on his face played out in his mind in advance.

"Mr. Lu, have you watched too many TV series?" she said.

But what does rolling eggs have to do with getting sick and having a fever?
But seeing the clean and clumsy bear claws, he carefully peeled off the last bit of egg shell, and then handed the egg to Sweeping.

eat?
Weiwei realized that it was just the most normal function of the egg. He took the egg and laughed at himself: "I have watched too many TV series."

He took out the second egg and cracked the eggshell twice on the bedside table. When he cracked the eggshell for the third time, the serious stupidity in his eyes suddenly faded away.This egg is not...

"Hiss," he looked at Swian. The girl had already eaten half of the egg.

Not for eating.

Holding the egg in his hand, he suddenly felt at a loss. Mr. Xiong was stunned for two seconds. Sweeping noticed his confusion, looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"..." Lu Shengjing later realized that he had watched too many TV series.

Sweeping blinked: "The Internet says you can't eat eggs if you have a fever?"

Mr. Xiong continued to peel the second one and said, "I didn't check it."

The second one was peeled off, but he couldn't finish it. He only ate half of it and asked if he wanted to eat the other half.

After eating something and regaining some strength, I lay down on my side, moved a few times to adjust to the most comfortable sleeping position, and wrapped myself in a croissant that was bent towards the landing scene.

This method of cooling eggs is no longer available.

Mr. Xiong used a wet towel instead, and after wiping his face, he used the small fan that came when he bought the big fan to blow air on his swept cheeks.

The sound of the small mini fan is very small, almost silent.

Sweeping sleep well now, he opened his eyes and saw the small fan, yawned and said, "Shengjing, I thought you were going to roll an egg on my face."

"..." Mr. Xiong glanced at the fan, with a trace of regret in his eyes. If he hadn't reacted for a moment, he could have used some special method to cool her down.

"You didn't guess right. It's a pity." He said softly. She was not very sleepy and she needed to chat before going to bed.

"I'm stupid," Sweeping glanced at the small fan again and said, "I thought you were going to roll a white egg on my face. When I first had this idea, I didn't think there was anything wrong."

"Huh?" President Lu gently changed the position of the mini fan. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this method.

"The egg is swollen," Sweeping said, "The premise is that I want to fight you and lose to you."

There is a bear who is suddenly enlightened and cheerful.

"Hiss." Apart from eating, it has no use.

"..." Swian squinted briefly for a while, and was awakened by a turbulence in his stomach just before he fell asleep.

"Well," she covered her lips and turned over to sit up. Ignoring Lu Shengjing's inquiry, she instinctively rushed towards the bathroom.

The lights had been turned off, and the visibility of human eyesight was very low. With his nearsightedness, he heard the sound of sweeping and hitting the wall, and then she hurriedly pushed and kicked the door open, locked herself in the bathroom, and vomited.

"Juan Juan?" Lu Shengjing walked over in a few steps. His eyesight now was much better at night than that of Juan Juan.

Sweeping his hands on his stomach and lying on the ground, he vomited out the contents of his stomach several times and reached for the flush button.

His hand first found the place to press down the flush, and then put Siwan into his arm. Her body temperature had not dropped, and she had eaten more during the day.

"Let's go to the hospital."

When he picked him up, his chin hit his forehead, which hurt, and his mouth was filled with an unpleasant sour odor, which instantly made him feel dry: "I won't go!"

"Go." Now was not the time to indulge her temper. Lu Shengjing's words were gentle, but he walked out of the bedroom in a hurry, walked around the living room and opened the door.

"Hiss," he was so stupid that he twisted the doorknob and was about to rush out, and Sweep shouted at him before he opened the door: "Lu Shengjing!"

(End of this chapter)