His sad mood raised the corner of his lips happily because of her sentence, "Do you care about me?"

"If you don't eat, just shut me up!" She sat on the sofa and watched TV. She picked up the remote control and changed to a French TV station.

He sat next to her and said warmly, "Do you understand French?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, his tone is certain.

She was too lazy to care about him.

He didn't eat any food and took the initiative to help her cut a plate of fruit. She picked up a imported fragrant pear and handed it to her. She didn't accept it.

He changed an apple, and she still missed it.

She changed a dozen fruits very patiently, and she didn't even take a look.

I knew in my heart that this little woman was so hard to coax. She was really not the kind of person who was hurt.

There was a trace of sorrow in the gloomy pupil, what should I do to release my suspicions from her?

He wanted to slap his face again...

Why did she misunderstand her? It can only be blamed that he loves her too deeply, and even with things about her, he is too deeply trapped to allow her to betray or betrayed, and even his IQ becomes lower.

Heard that women in love are irrational, he is deeply touched now, and men in love are equally unwise.

Cheng Yingxuan took a look at the time displayed in the lower right corner of the TV screen. It was nine o'clock in the evening, and she had been drinking the glass of water in her room for two hours. There was no response at all.

She stared at him suspiciously. "Don't you say that you put medicine in my glass? I don't feel anything at all."

"Cough..." He coughed lightly, "Just kidding me, I'm willing to give you medicine, if you want it, it's also a medicine that will make you feel sorry for me."

She was fooled and hurt her for two hours... afraid she would be hung again.

A deep meaning flashed in his sharp eyes, and he approached her ear and said warmly, "Want me to give you medicine? Then I will send someone to make you want to be immortal and die under me..."

"Go Nima!" She was fiery.

He picked up the tea on the table and handed it to her, "Wife, drink some tea and put out the fire."

She took the drink just now and heard that he actually called her wife, and the tone was so natural that she almost spewed out tea again, barely swallowed it, and choked, "Cough cough... cough cough... …"

He frowned, and patted her chest gently. The soft touch made him feel like a horse, with a distressed look on his face, "Look at you, how old is you, you can still choke with a drink of water, not a child... "

The indulgent tone makes any woman be moved. She feels her heart numb. How can this dead man become a super warm man who won't lose his temper from the black-faced **** before she wakes up?

She finally caught her breath and stopped coughing, glaring at him, "Where is your hand?"

He reluctantly took back the big palm from her chest and said seriously, "Who can I touch without touching you?"

"Aren't you particularly fond of recruiting ji? You just touch the prostitute." She stepped on his aching foot.

He stretched out his arms and arrogantly wrapped her in his arms, leaning his lips to her ears, "I want to tell you a secret..."

"I don't want to hear your secrets." She said that, she still wanted to know.

"You have to listen if you don't listen, lest you always injustice me." He licked her exquisite earlobe with his tongue, and a warm scent spurted on her ear. "When I touch another woman, or I get touched by another woman After that, there will be a red rash all over the body, which can only touch you."