Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

When Tang Shi woke up the next day, he saw a precious blanket on his shoulder. It was a private custom made by thin night, with his initials embroidered at the end.

B. The word "Y" was like burning into her field of vision. Tang poetry seemed to be stimulated to throw the blanket on the ground, and the whole person breathed.

Tang Wei was startled by her action, opened his eyes and looked up at her, "Mommy, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine..." Tang poetry put his flustered mood away and covered himself with a blanket at night How is that possible?

"I fell asleep with you last night." Tang Shi touched Tang Wei's face and said, "does the fever subside? It's time for mommy to go. "

"No, mummy

Tang Wei pulled the corner of Tang poetry and whispered, "will you stay with me for another day?"

Tang Shi looked at Tang Wei's yearning in his eyes. He couldn't bear it, so he sighed, "Mommy won't stay here for the night, can I accompany you to the afternoon?"

Tang Wei nodded with red eyes, "I don't want mommy to go I don't want to be alone in such a big house. "

Lonely, no family and warmth.

Tang Shi comforted Tang Wei and went downstairs to make breakfast for him. He acted skillfully as if these things had happened countless times.

Bo Ye got up early and walked down from the upstairs. When he saw the figure in the kitchen, he was shocked. He seemed to return to five years ago. Tang Shi got up early every day and insisted on making breakfast for him, although he never took it with him once.

But now when I see this figure again, the familiar feeling sweeps over. Standing at the entrance of the stairs at night, I lost my mind.

Tang Shi came out of the kitchen with sun eggs and bacon. When she saw the thin night, her voice was cold, as if she had always been a routine. "Sorry, I used the ingredients from your refrigerator."

She said so ordinary, but clearly she remembered everything, including every piece of furniture in the kitchen, with the smell of memory

Tang Shi's shoulder is shaking. She meets the thin night. She tells herself not to be afraid. She has nothing to lose!

Bo Ye was aware of the subtle tremor of Tang poetry. He stared at her for a long time, and then quietly vomited out a syllable, "well."

Look, he looks fearless. Tang Shi feels that he is sentimental and hurt by memories. It seems that she is the only one from the beginning to the end!

Tang Shi took the tableware and breakfast and went back to Tang Wei's room. He quickly hooked the door with his feet and isolated the thin night outside.

Thin night as if nothing had happened to continue to go downstairs, but in the kitchen to see the kitchen counter side of another good sun eggs, the man has always been calm face seems to have finally cracks.

Medium rare, with yellow Sun egg.

It used to be his most familiar breakfast five years ago.

Innumerable past is like a fleeting glance from the deep crack in his mind. In the moment of electric light and flint, he felt that there was something trembling at the tip of his heart, and a sour and sour pain was so overwhelming that he could not prevent it.

A trace of consternation passed over the delicate and beautiful face of the thin night. His pupils tightened slightly, and his fingers hanging on his side tightened inadvertently.

The details of his life that he had never used to look at with his eyes turned out to be the object of remembrance now.

Tang poetry this is Did you leave it for him?

She doesn't eat half cooked fried eggs, only he I have the habit of eating half baked eggs.