Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

Are all men so arrogant, no matter what kind of injury they get, they always pretend to be okay. She couldn't help but think of Xiao Lingkong, who is also a die-hard guy who doesn't grunt when he gets hurt.

I feel that these two people are really similar in terms of personality, they are both the type who are too proud to bow their heads, no wonder they are naturally at odds with each other.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ji Mo pick up an ice beer to drink, she couldn't help but get angry, and grabbed his glass, annoyed: "You are sick, why are you still drinking beer? And it's still ice, it's too messy. "

Annoyed, she poured beer into the flowers. She has never seen such a person who doesn't care about her body. Do you really think she is a fairy?

However, he drank as much as he liked, why should he bother with him, she meddled too much.What's more, this man can't be offended. Could it be that she forgot the pain when her scar healed, fainted to death, annoyed him, and she had no good fruit to eat.

Mu Baoer was tangled.

Ji Mo's expression became complicated, and he looked at her quietly: "Are you caring about me?"

"No." Mu Baoer immediately denied.

She didn't, she was afraid that he would fall ill, and she would stay up all night to take care of him, yes, that's it!

A smile appeared on Ji Mo's lips: "Did you deny it so quickly, is it a guilty conscience? I allow you to care. My throat hurts a lot, and I feel that drinking cold beer will make me feel better. Since it doesn't work, I will listen to you and give it to me. Pour a glass of water..."

Mu Baoer was speechless, she was really narcissistic, how could she feel guilty.

Forget it, what are you fussing about with a patient, and it seems that he is in a good mood today, he hasn't been sneering at himself, and his attitude shows signs of improvement, so she shouldn't make him angry.

"Since you have a sore throat, don't eat these pastries. They are all baked and have a lot of sugar. If you eat them, your throat will be even worse. I will make you some mung bean and millet porridge. It clears away heat and fire, and is easy to swallow."

"Okay." Ji Mo smiled lightly.

Mu Baoer was stunned, why did she smile so happily at her, wasn't it just cooking porridge.

........................

In the main house of Liefeng Hall, the atmosphere was oppressive and tense, and a large group of prominent figures gathered in the hall.

The tall and burly bodyguards ruthlessly chained the two grandsons of Feng Shaoshui, threw them in, and knelt on the ground. The two grandsons knew that the matter had been exposed, and their faces were already ashen, trembling, and slammed The wind is passing and the water is begging for mercy.

Feng Shaoshui was sitting on a pear flower wooden chair with bandages on his hands. Although he was not killed by these two disobedient grandsons last night, he was also injured.

He looked at the two grandsons begging for mercy with complicated eyes. He always felt that those who do great things must be ruthless, and it doesn't matter if they use any means, but the same is true for himself, and he was still disappointed in the end.

At first, he hesitated that Hiroshi Kazama's methods were not ruthless enough, and he might not be able to take on big things, but these two grandsons crossed the line again.

Now it seems that there is no choice for the position of the heir, but with Kazama Hiroshi's gentle personality, relying on this grandson alone, is there really a way to take on the responsibility of Gaefengtang and bring Galefengtang to a new situation?

It is necessary to find a shrewd and calculating, smooth and ruthless person to help.

It's just that he has considered a lot about such a candidate, but he is still not satisfied.

"Drag them out, lose their hands, and imprison them for life." Feng Passhui waved his hands coldly, no longer looking at the two crying grandsons, useless people, he will no longer feel sorry for them.

What's more, they are so stupid that they were once put on by Ji Mo,