Erosion Bone Pet Marriage: Good morning, my wife

Murong Rong suddenly remembered something, hooked his head and slid towards Lu Jingchen's hand.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Lu Jingchen turned his body sideways and moved the bowl to the other side.

Xixi sniffed her nose: "This taste is so familiar, it seems to be millet porridge. When I am sick, I will cook it for me every time."

She managed to avoid Mu Xiangrong's eyes, but finally she couldn't escape Xi Xi's "dog's nose".

"You don't seem to be sick."

Zhenzhen raised her hand to test Xixi's forehead, and then spoke seriously.

This little girl called him "brother" so many times, it always made him want to protect her involuntarily.

Some people are like this. They try their best to resist and hate, but they still can't escape the arrangement of fate.

"I'm not sick, so who is Papa making the porridge for?"

Xixi stirred her fingers, her eyes drifted upstairs.

Mu Xiangrong nodded, then stared at Lu Jingchen and smiled meaningfully.

Lin Yan still looked the same, but she also secretly glanced towards the direction of the second floor.

"What are you doing upstairs?" Zhenzhen frowned, "Is it because I am sick?!"

"It's possible." Murong nodded again, "Just now she vomited several times in a row, probably due to her stomach upset. She feels like she should eat some millet porridge. Boss Lu is very caring, and he is... ...the staff...are so nice..."

Lu Jingchen's eyes sank, and then he said with a cold face: "I boiled it for myself, and I made a bowl for her by the way."

He turned his head and stuffed the porridge bowl into Mu Xiangrong's hand, "You send it to her—"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mu Xiangrong to react, he turned around and left the gate of the villa.

"Oh?! Why me?!" Mu Xiangrong looked confused, "Is it so difficult to deliver porridge by myself? Then what should I say when I deliver it?! Do you mean that you boiled it or I cooked it?" ?”

"You did it."

The man threw three words from a distance.

Mu Xiangrong's heart was racing, and he really wanted to pierce this layer of paper for them.But... But some people are entangled in their hearts. If they don't get a satisfactory answer, they may be entangled for a lifetime.That's all.

……

Gu Nanshu took stomach medicine, but his stomach still felt very uncomfortable. After working hard for a long time, he still couldn't concentrate on drawing a manuscript, so he could only lie down on the table to take a rest.

There was a knock on the door, and she woke up suddenly.

"Come in."

Afraid that the person outside the door was Lu Jingchen, she straightened her sitting posture immediately, keeping her back straight.

Mu Xiangrong pushed the door open and came in, said with a smile: "Miss Su, I was wrong just now, I accidentally smoked you with durian. I know that your stomach is uncomfortable, so I brought you some millet porridge."

"Millet porridge?"

Seeing that it was Mu Xiangrong who came, Gu Nanshu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, millet porridge." After all, Mu Xiangrong was still soft-hearted, and he still endured the phrase "I boiled it".

"Thank you."

Gu Nanshu was stunned for a while, then took the porridge bowl.

She was actually wondering if Lu Jingchen made the porridge, but after thinking about it... probably not.

If he did it, how could he let Murong send it up, wouldn't it cause some unnecessary misunderstandings?

Although Murong is obedient and sensible, if she really finds out about some things... she probably won't be able to bear it.

"Thank you. You are not feeling well, just tell us. Everyone is worried about you." Murong sat down beside her.

"Everyone?" Gu Nanshu was very good at capturing the key points.

Murong frowned, then quickly changed the topic: "Yes! Especially... Especially me."