The Phoenix Girl of Jiangmen: The Mad Concubine Fights the World

"All the women in the world are their husbands' troubles and disasters, you know?" Ai Che's gentle teasing gently resolved this tangled topic.

"Ah Che, I just realized now that what you said seems to have been rubbed with honey, hehe, it's too sweet to die for!" Bei Chenlu's eyelashes drooped, covering them with a light shadow.

However, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his mood seemed not as heavy as before.

"Is there? Didn't you always dislike me, and you can't say nice things." Ai Che laughed softly, and moved his lips together to kiss Bei Chenlu.

Bei Chen exposed her cheeks, which immediately turned red like rouge, and shyly hid in Ai Che's arms. [

Ai Che smiled coquettishly, reached out to help Bei Chenlu loosen her hair, put her petite body on the soft bed, put her hands on her left and right sides, and said softly: "Okay, don't think too much, sleep well Let's go! I'll watch from the side, the nightmare will never dare to look for you again."

"En!" Bei Chenlu nodded, and slowly closed her eyes.

Ai Che's gentleness made Bei Chenlu feel less guilty.

She did this for the good of everyone, and she thought Ai Che would not blame her.

If things were as simple as she thought, of course Ai Che would not blame her, but the development of things was far from being as simple as she thought.

After all, she was too kind, unable to see the viciousness of people's hearts.

Ever since Ai Che was injured, Bei Chenlu made some tonic soup stewed almost every day.

Occasionally, she would serve Ai Muli a bowl.

At dusk, Bei Chenlu went to look for Ai Muli with a bowl of chicken soup as usual.

Ai Muli lay lazily on the couch in the room, reading a book in her hand.

Seeing her walking in cautiously, Ai Muli sat upright, put down the book in her hand, rested her chin with her hand, and looked at her lazily: "Are you still making soup for my brother every day? Isn't he hurt all the time?" It's all set!"

"Get used to it!" As she said, Bei Chenlu put the tray in her hand on the small coffee table next to the couch.

"Idle wife and loving mother!" Ai Muli hooked her lips alluringly, and said a playful joke.

Bei Chenlu pursed her lips nervously, and subconsciously tightened her hanging five fingers!

Ai Muli reached out and took the bowl of chicken soup, and asked while drinking: "Lulu, did you add lily to this soup today? The taste is a bit special!"

"Yeah." Bei Chenlu nodded, and a hint of nervousness and guilt flashed in her eyes!

As smart as Ai Muli, of course she wouldn't miss Bei Chenlu's nervousness.

She felt something was wrong, but at this time, she had already drank two tablespoons.

With downcast eyes, the spoon in his hand was stirring the soup in the bowl tightly. [

Suddenly, she raised her eyes to look at Bei Chenlu, took a sip with a spoon, handed it to Bei Chenlu's mouth, and smiled enchantingly: "Lulu, it seems that no salt was added, why don't you try it?"

Bei Chenlu was startled, subconsciously reached out and knocked down the spoon that was handed over.

Surprised by her own expression, Bei Chenlu quickly smiled again, looked at Ai Muli and said, "How is it possible, I have tasted this soup before, and added salt!"

Ai Muli's blood-colored pupils narrowed dangerously.

She glanced at the spoonful of soup spilled on the table, then fixed her eyes on Bei Chenlu, and asked coldly, "Tell me, what did you add to the soup?"

Bei Chenlu was frightened again, and jumped up from the chair suddenly, her breathing trembled, mixed with light gasps of extreme panic.

"I... I... I'm sorry, Ah Li!" Bei Chenlu shook his head, and it took him a long time to say these words.