Sweet wife, don't make trouble, we won't divorce

Chapter 683 Pet him, love him, pet him!
Ever since this man woke up, he looked like he was about to go to heaven. Ou Lan persuaded herself to learn to adapt. After all, he fell from a dozen floors to save her. Even if he was a god, she had to tolerate it.

Well, pet him, love him, pet him, praise him to heaven!

With this in mind, Ou Lan automatically ignored the man's stinky face, walked over with a smile, and opened the food box, "No, I bought you millet porridge, smell it, it's delicious."

Zhan Moxiao enjoyed his little daughter-in-law taking the initiative to please him so much, he felt like falling into a sugar nest, afraid that she would find his wounds torn and distressed, so he quietly pulled the quilt to cover up the blood stains.

Although he is very close to his little daughter-in-law in his heart, he still has a sullen face. In the world of "work", Master Xiao must do his best.

He glanced at the box of yellow, fragrant, smooth and delicious millet porridge, and turned his face arrogantly, "I don't drink millet porridge, I want to eat meat."

This arrogant and coquettish tone made Jing Nianhui who was sitting on the side feel uncomfortable. She lost her husband at a young age. This son was like a little adult since he was a child. He was the only one in her heart. With a strong backing, she has never seen her son like this.

Zhan Anqi was also very surprised, is this still her big brother?Criticizing and educating her seriously just now, and turning to face the little daughter-in-law with such a silly face?

It was as if Master Xiao was [raised] by his little daughter-in-law.

Master Xiao completely ignored other people's eyes, he just wanted to do it with his little daughter-in-law, saying that the taste of doing it was so good, no wonder the little daughter-in-law used to do it all day long.

The more you work, the more comfortable you become, and the more you work, the healthier you become, it turns out!
Miss Ou, who was originally enthusiastic, was holding a box of hot millet porridge in her hand, but it was the man's stinky face that responded to her. She felt as if someone had poured cold water on her head.

Shit, she wants domestic violence again, what should I do?
Ou Lan gritted her teeth secretly, stared at the man's face for a few seconds, and saw that the red marks on his face before she left had not completely subsided, so she felt distressed.

In the end, she told herself once again, pet him, love him, pet him, praise him to heaven!

So, the hot-tempered Ms. Ou, with an extremely good temper, smiled again in an instant, her big eyes bent into small crescents, "Although you are a wounded person, you have to be good. You just had an operation, so you shouldn't eat too greasy food." It’s easier to digest with some porridge.”

In Master Xiao's heart, a honey making machine sprung up like bamboo shoots. The energy and speed of making honey was unprecedented, and it was spraying out honey.

As a result, Master Xiao's whole body seemed to melt.

However, he still did it, his handsome face tilted slightly, his narrow phoenix eyes staring at his daughter-in-law's flattering little face, "I want to eat meat!"

As a mother, Jing Nianhui's old face soon turned red, and her son acted like a baby with his wife in front of her. This... How is she going to break it?
Zhan Anqi's cheeks were very red and swollen. Looking at this scene, she was jealous and wanted to laugh, but her whole expression turned ugly.

Ou Lan frowned and pouted, what the hell, it's really not a human job to coax people, especially coaxing a stinky man who is almost going to heaven, it makes people scratch their ears and cheeks with anxiety.

There was a little leopard in Miss Ou's body that kept yelling, "Beat him! Beat him! Beat him!"

In the end, she ruthlessly kicked the little leopard aside, "Fuck off, don't encourage me to abuse my man!"

Pet him, love him, pamper him, praise him to heaven!
So, Ms. Ou put on a flattering smile again, and stroked the man's hair with her little hands to comfort him, "Hey, let's drink millet porridge first, and I'll give you chicken soup at noon, ah."

(End of this chapter)