Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 126: From now on drunk (1)
In the twilight of the morning, the slender fingers flicked slightly, the flower branches swayed, and Su Mengchen came out.

Song Wanzhi's heart skipped a beat. His vision was still blurry just after waking up, but in a trance, he felt that the man was unparalleled. When his vision gradually narrowed, he saw him bending down, with his black hair swaying slightly in front of his eyes. He asked softly, "Are you awake?"

Inexplicably, Song Wanzhi's blurred mind was disturbed by this low and soft voice, and the tip of his heart seemed to be scratched by this slightly low and hoarse voice.

In a daze, she looked at the finger holding on to the white porcelain bowl. The white porcelain body was like snow, reflecting delicate light in the morning light, but this delicate white porcelain could not make people look away from the finger. move away.

Song Wanzhi stretched out her hand, wanting to touch that finger, but just as she touched it, she was suddenly gently held. The warm and thick palm suddenly gained a strange weight.

Then, Su Mengchen's voice rang softly: "It's a little hot, how about I cool it down for you?"

Song Wanzhi reacted suddenly, all her thoughts returned to her place in an instant, and she withdrew her hand all of a sudden, with a slight blush on her cheeks.

What happened to yourself?
Song Wanzhi raised her eyes, only to see that Su Mengchen had lowered her eyes, holding a spoon, while gently blowing the clear porridge, looking from her, she could just see his drooping eyelashes, haunting.

For the first time, Song Wanzhi looked away a little afraid to look.

And just when she looked away, Su Mengchen handed over the white porcelain bowl: "From last night to now, eat some clear porridge to warm your stomach."

Song Wanzhi looked at him, he even forgot about him last night in order to take care of those three, and this person even put on clothes for her, so he must not be able to sleep, and how long does it take for this bowl of porridge to last him? It must have been a sleepless night.

In the past 16 years, no matter how many times she brushed shoulders with the god of death, when she could hardly hold on, she would think of that snow-like person, and then, step by step, she would go on.

Because all concerns are precious and must be appreciated.

Song Wanzhi took it with both hands, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

A light flashed in Su Mengchen's eyes, and finally he just raised his head and looked at the budding plum tree.

Song Wanzhi held the bowl and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Su Mengchen nodded.

Song Wanzhi took the porridge and drank it clean.

And when she put down the bowl, the door suddenly opened with a "bang", and then Xiao Ye and Yue Xiaoxing came out, Xiao Ye drooped her ears, and then stood in front of Song Wanzhi in an orderly manner, bowing her head and admitting her mistake: " Sister, I was wrong."

Yue Xiaoxing said guiltily at the back: "I, I was wrong."

Song Wanzhi looked at the two little girls, but lightly patted their heads, and said with a smile, "It's a rare time to be happy, it's okay. Go wash up first and then eat something."

Xiao Ye immediately laughed her eyes into two crescents: "Okay sister!"

After speaking, he grabbed Yue Xiaoxing's hand and left bouncing away.

At this time, Lianxuan also came out with the empty ginger soup bowl left by Song Wanzhi last night, her eyes were still clear, she walked in front of Song Wanzhi, as if she didn't know what to say.

Song Wanzhi knew that the girl didn't like to talk, so she smiled, "Are you hungry? Let's go eat."

Lian Xuan nodded.

After Song Wanzhi finished speaking, he looked at Su Mengchen, feeling a little embarrassed: "Well, Mr. Meng, I don't know, do you still have porridge?"

Su Mengchen nodded: "Yes."

(End of this chapter)