Meow is a cute wife, sweet

Chapter 391

Lu Zhiheng's culinary skills are pretty good. When he started a business with his friends abroad, he almost always cooked by himself. After a long time, his cooking skills were developed.

It's just that he rarely cooks, unless there is something good to celebrate.

Thinking that the little girl might not have had breakfast this morning, Lu Zhiheng felt helpless and cared for her.

I had to quickly use the ingredients to make a soup, a dish and two meats.

Until the meal was cooked, Lu Zhiheng did not see the little girl come out of the room on the second floor.

He couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Could it be that you are not feeling well?
When he thought that Xiaoguai might be slightly ill, he immediately became anxious.

Lu Zhiheng put all the food in the heat preservation box, and then walked quickly to the upstairs room with his slender legs.

He couldn't push the door open.

Lu Zhiheng remembered that he locked the door of this room himself.

When he was at work, he was afraid that he would disturb Xiaoguai's sleep, so he closed the door of her room, but unexpectedly he couldn't open it himself.

I wanted to get the spare key, but when I turned around, I remembered that all the spare keys were in this room.

There was no key to open the door, so he had to knock on the door.

Tong Qiaoqiao vaguely heard a knock on the door, which seemed to be mixed with the voice of the land owner.

"Little boy, it's time to get up, don't sleep anymore."

Hearing the voice outside the door, she reluctantly opened her eyes, a pair of black eyes filled with mist.

"Well"

The person on the bed coquettishly rolled around on the bed before softly saying, "I'm up."

"Little boy, open the door first."

Lu Zhiheng didn't believe that she would be so obedient, so he insisted on asking her to come and open the door.

The room was quiet for a while, and there was a slight sound of footsteps approaching the door.

With a "click", the door opened.

Looking at the little girl standing at the door, Lu Zhiheng frowned indistinctly, her forehead was flushed.

Maybe he didn't pay attention when he was sleeping and was crushed.

He reached out and pressed her forehead, "Does it hurt?"

Tong Qiaoqiao shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."

"Yeah." He nodded, then walked past her into the room.

Lu Zhiheng's eyes fell on the bed inadvertently.

She just got up, and the quilt on the bed hadn't had time to tidy up, and it looked very messy.

The little girl stood obediently and dumbly by the bed, as if she hadn't woken up in a daze.

"Little boy, aren't you going to take a shower?"

While talking, he approached the bed, as if to help her tidy the quilt.

Tong Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment before she realized it. She responded and turned around and walked to the bathroom.

Just as Lu Zhiheng lifted the quilt and was about to fold it up, he inadvertently saw the dried blood on the bed.

He froze for a moment, and suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Brother Lu?" She raised her head with blank eyes.

"Wait," he asked nervously, "Little boy, where did you get hurt?"

"Injured? No?"

Tong Qiaoqiao shook her head, the wound from last time has healed, so where is the injury?

Lu Zhiheng's heart tightened, and he pointed to the pool of blood on the bed, his voice couldn't hide his worry, "Little boy, what's going on?"

Following the direction he pointed, the little girl also saw it.

Her porcelain white cheeks suddenly turned red, her ears were slightly hot, but she tried her best to keep her voice steady. She lowered her head and her voice was as thin as a mosquito screeching, "That's different..."

"What's different? Be good, don't be self-willed, tell me where you hurt? I'll go and get the medicine box."

Lu Zhiheng's face was serious, his dark eyes were fixed on her face, and he looked her up and down, but he couldn't see any blood on the pajamas.

　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)