Chapter 547 The heart hurts like an explosion!

  Mu Yi looked at Ling Zihuan, her tired face was reflected in her eyes, he pulled his lips slightly, and passed the lunch box in his hand, "Your favorite claypot rice."

   "Wow!" Ling Zihuan's eyes burst into joy. She clapped her hands and held the lunch box in her arms, sniffed the scent, and said, "I'm just hungry, Da Mu, you are so kind!"

  Qiao Mu's heart hurts again!

  What a good thing!

  A bowl of claypot rice is too good?

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

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

  He feels a little disgusted with his weak appearance now, and when he cultivates for a few more days, he has to go to the little boy and dare to stab him. This account must be settled!

  Ling Zihuan ran back to the ward holding the lunch box. When she opened it, she saw that there was a bowl of white fungus porridge in it. With her eyes lit, she opened the lid and took a sip of the porridge.

   is very sweet!

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

  Mu Yi looked at her overjoyed and pretty, his eyes softened, even the cold facial features were much gentler, he shook his head slightly, 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 unconsciously pulled Mu Yi and sat at the dining table not far from the ward. He was probably too hungry. The dinner Mu Yi sent was like a timely rain, which moistened her depressed mood.

  On the hospital bed, Qiao Mu was dumbfounded!

  What the **** is this?

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

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

  Who asked you to use your own chopsticks to put her meat?

  Nima, my heart hurts and is about to explode!

  However, while Qiao Mu's face was full of sullen expression, at the same time, he could only get sulky by himself, suppressing all his emotions abruptly.

  Little girl, he was so hungry, he was reluctant to find faults while she was eating.

  Let’s bear it!

  ……

  The next day, at 5 o'clock in the morning, Cheng Yenan arrived at Linhu Bay with the live broadcast team and makeup artist.

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

  The light in the bedroom is very dark, which makes people feel at ease.

  Yan Shiqi just sat down, and turned her head to see the man opened his eyes, and she leaned forward, "Did you wake you up? You will go to bed again. I will prepare and try not to disturb you."

  The man stretched his eyebrows, pulled her arms, and kissed her lips, his voice was full of awakening mute, and said, “Don’t work too hard.”

"No, the script for the filming was modified yesterday, and the filming will be finished in about two hours." Yan Shiqi kissed the man back and pressed him onto the bed again, and went to the dressing room to change into thin fleece. Nightgown, left the bedroom.

  Downstairs, Wife Lin has invited Cheng Yenan and others into the living room, and there are five or six staff members who came to participate in the live shooting.

  At this time, I will stand or sit and chat, and by the way, I look at the interior of the villa.

  Make-up artist Dylan sat beside Cheng Yenan, and touched the sofa with her orchid finger, "Oh, Baxter series sofa, a million-level home brand, is the Seventeenth Family so rich?"

  The word fell, the colleague sitting next to him stood up in silence, walked two steps and turned around to look at the sofa, but don't **** sit down, you can't afford it!

  At the top of the stairs, there was the sound of footsteps. Yan Shiqi wore a conservative nightgown and walked in plain face, "Sorry, I've been waiting!"

  (End of this chapter)