The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Xue'er took a fruit knife and cut the apples into slices, put them in a small plate, and placed them in front of him again: "Eat."

"Feed me." Xiaoyan really got excited, pretending to be a terminally ill patient.

Seeing Xiaoyan tilting her head weakly and looking weak, Xue'er didn't bother to argue with him.

Then he would feed him mouthfuls, and occasionally, as if to feed him, but mischievously delivered it from his own mouth.

Xiaoyan stared at her fiercely, until she delivered the delicious apple slices to his mouth again, and he chewed them with satisfaction, eating them with relish. [

The moment Xue'er delivered the apple slices to his mouth, it felt so familiar, and it made him feel strangely sad.

If so many nonsensical things hadn't happened between them, if he had told her the truth about the miscarriage at the very beginning, wouldn't they be able to be like the boss now, loving and loving each other sweetly?

Her cheek was so close, he could almost imagine the delicate feeling, because he was very familiar with the touch of the fingertips.

Such delicate skin, he suddenly wanted to touch it.

"What are you doing?" Xiaoyan was thinking, her hand unconsciously reached over.

Xue'er leaned back vigilantly, frowning tightly, with defensive eyes in her eyes, which instantly broke the familiarity built up in Xiaoyan's heart.

"It's okay, there is something dirty on your face, I want you to wipe it off for you." He made an excuse casually, touched it lightly, and said, "It turned out to be a mole, hehe, my eyes are not very good."

"Thank you." Xue'er smiled at him politely, her eyes flickering.

A moment later, the door knocked and dinner was ready.

Xiaoyan got out of the hospital bed, and the two sat on the sofa in the ward, facing each other side by side.

The table was full of Xueer's favorite dishes, and he graciously took dishes for her: "You have to eat all of these, otherwise it's a waste. I'll just eat porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat."

As he spoke, he handed the chopsticks to Xue'er in person, and he took the spoon to deliver the white and thick porridge into his mouth one bite at a time.

The atmosphere in the room was very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of two people eating was left.

Cher could even hear the breathing and heartbeat of the two.

"Is it delicious?"

Xue'er nodded absent-mindedly. She sat on the sofa, her thoughts were confused, she couldn't figure out the context, and suddenly felt sad and inexplicable, which made her confused and curious.