Mu Yi looked at Ling Zihuan, her eyes reflected her tired face, pulled her lips slightly, and handed over the lunch box in her hand, "Your favorite claypot rice." ”

"Wow!" Ling Zihuan's eyes instantly burst with joy, she clapped her hands and stepped forward to hold the lunch box in her arms, leaned in and sniffed, the fragrance was fragrant, "I'm just hungry, Da Mu, you're so good!"

Qiao Mu's heart hurts again!

What a good!

Is a bowl of claypot rice too good?

If you like it, Lao Tzu can buy you all the claypot rice in the city.

Qiao Mu covered his chest with one hand and clenched his fist slightly with the other.

He was a little disgusted with his current weak appearance, and when he cultivated for a few more days, he had to go to that little deflated San, dare to stab him, this account must be calculated!

Ling Zihuan ran back to the ward with the lunch box in her arms, and when she opened it, she saw that there was still a bowl of white fungus porridge inside, her eyes were shining, she opened the lid and took a sip of the porridge.

It's sweet!

"Wood, have you eaten it?" Ling Zihuan held the porridge bowl in both hands, and the sweet taste spread in her mouth, cutting across the tip of her throat, warming her shriveled temple.

Mu Yi looked at her overjoyed appearance, his eyes softened, and even his cold facial features were much gentler, he shook his head slightly, and his tone was light, "Not yet." ”

"Let's go together, there are so many claypot rice, I can't finish it. Come on, let's eat together. ”

Ling Zihuan heartlessly pulled Mu Yi to sit at the dining table not far from the ward, probably too hungry, the dinner sent by Mu Yi was like a timely rain, moistening her depressed mood.

On the hospital bed, Qiao Mu was dumbfounded!

What the is this called?

His little girl pulled others to sit in front of her to eat.

And that piece of wood, who allowed you to use chopsticks to pick up vegetables for the little girl?

Who told you to use your own chopsticks to pick up meat for her?

Nima, my heart hurts and I'm going to explode!

However, while Qiao Mu's face was gloomy, he could only sulk alone, suppressing all his moods.

The little girl, she was so hungry that he was reluctant to find fault when she was eating.

Bear with me!

……

The next day, at five o'clock in the morning, Cheng Yenan arrived at Linhu Bay with the live broadcast team and makeup artist.

Because he received the notice in advance, Yan Shiqi also got up early to prepare.

The light in the bedroom is very dim, revealing a reassuring steadyness.

As soon as Yan Shiqi sat down, she turned her head and saw the man open his eyes, she leaned over, "Did you wake you up? ”

The man stretched his eyebrows, pulled her arm, kissed her on the lips, and said in a voice that was hoarse as he had just woken up, "Don't work too hard." ”

"No, the script for the shoot was revised yesterday, and it will be finished in about two hours. Yan Shiqi kissed the man back and pressed him back to the bed, while he went to the dressing room to change into a thin plush nightgown and left the bedroom.

Downstairs, Sister-in-law Lin had already invited Cheng Yenan and others to the living room, and five or six staff members came to participate in the live broadcast.

This will, standing or sitting on the ground chatting, by the way, looking at the interior of the villa.

Makeup artist Dylan sat next to Cheng Ye Nan and touched the sofa with her orchid finger, "Ouch, Baxter series sofas, a million-level home furnishing brand, are seventeen families so rich?"

Yan fell, the colleague sitting next to him stood up silently, walked two steps and turned back to look at the sofa, but don't sit down, I can't afford it!

At the top of the stairs, there was a sound of footsteps, and Yan Shiqi came pacing without makeup in a conservative nightgown, "I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time!"