Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Jiang Qihong looked at Ye Jingtang with red eyes. He threatened her not once or twice. Anyway, she had no strength to fight back. Anyway, she broke the jar. She pulled the corner of her mouth and said to Ye Jingtang, "Mr. Ye, if you don't, my life is yours."

However, whenever she puts on this hypocritical and flattering smile to face Ye Jingtang, there will be a restlessness in the man's heart that can't be dispelled at all. The guard in her heart will be irritated even more So resistant to yourself.

Ye Jingtang did not speak. For a long time, the ash fell down. He wiped Jiang Qi's lips with his fingers. Although his voice was light, his words were very cruel. "Sometimes I really want your smile to turn into tears."

Jiang Qi shivered for a moment, did not resist, that look, but looked directly at Ye Jingtang.

Ye Jingtang did not speak, sneered and let go of Jiang Qi. Then he looked out of the window.

The late autumn is approaching, the winter is coming, the weather will be cold, and pedestrians have one after another.

Jiang Qi thought, this period of imprisonment When is the end.

******

in the second month of Tang poetry's hospitalization, Bo Ye often came back late at night, occasionally covered with a room full of wind and rain, and met Tang poetry who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. The wound on her body has healed. Tang Wei often comforts her that when she is discharged from hospital, she will go to tattoo a pair of wings on her back to cover the scar.

Tang poetry has seen a row of English characters on her waist, but because the font is too complicated, she can not see what the pattern is, and can only suppress her doubts, thinking that maybe this is the pattern of her non mainstream time.

When Bo ye came back that night, it was raining heavily outside. There were some wet marks on his shoulder. Tang poetry was practicing cooking. Later, when he saw Bo Ye coming late at night, he felt embarrassed, "Mr. Bo, every time you come from the next city..."

Bo Ye looked at the thin back of Tang poetry and said in a low voice, "don't care. You will be injured and hospitalized in order to save me."

Tang Shi was in a trance for a moment, and then he gave a slight hum. He dressed himself in a broad suit and cooked his own dishes. As a result, all the dishes except fried eggs were black.

“……” Thin night did not hold back, "this Is prison food better than that? "

Tang Shi blushed, "anyway, I just can't cook. If you can, you can come!"

As a result, Bo Ye really took over the pot, washed all the remaining ingredients, and began to put them all into the pot for stewing. But the stewed things were very fragrant. He hooked a Gorgon, and immediately the grade came out. Then he directly poured the things into the big bowl and said to the Tang poetry, "do you want to try it?"

Tang poetry some surprise, "you can cook?"

Bo Ye never let people know what he can and what skills he has hidden.

Bo Ye nodded, then put the things in front of Tang poetry, "do you open a small stove every night?"

How can you be so thin when you open a small stove.

In the afternoon, I'm sorry that Tang sleeps in the afternoon, but I don't sleep with medicine

"Well." Bo Ye washed his chopsticks and put them on the side of Tang poetry. Then he sat down on the small table. "I'll go to talk to Jiang Ling tomorrow and ask him to take away the tranquilizing drugs you have at noon."

Tang Shi holds the chopsticks in her hand. I don't know why there is a fear in her heart. It seems that the man in front of her suddenly changes his temper. She has to be careful when she will be killed again.