Erosion Bone Pet Marriage: Good morning, my wife

"He boiled it for me specially?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Gu Nanshu's eyes.

Lan Keke squinted her eyes and smiled: "Of course it's specially boiled for you. Jingchen knows that I like sweets, so he can't boil such bland and tasteless things for me to drink!"

Gu Nanshu frowned.

Seeing that she didn't reply, Lan Ke said, "Sister Ah Shu, won't you drink it? If you don't drink it, I'll pour it out now..."

"and many more!"

Gu Nanshu opened his half-closed eyes, called her to stop, frowned and said, "Bring it here. Since Mr. Lu personally made the porridge for me, even if I want to throw it away, I, Mrs. Lu, have to come in person." Well, it's not the turn of an unknown mistress to intervene!"

Nameless? !
Little three? !
As soon as Gu Nanshu got used to speaking unforgivingly, Lan Keke's face suddenly turned into a pig's liver color!

"Okay! Here you are! I am nameless, but you are famous! Mrs. Lu, you are amazing, you are amazing!"

With a gloomy face, Lan Keke passed the porridge bowl in her hand, with a sneer on her lips.

Gu Nanshu knew Lan Keke's temper, if she had changed before, she would have slammed the door and left, but she didn't today.

Lan Keke stood still, silently staring at the porridge bowl in Gu Nanshu's hand.

Gu Nanshu twitched the corner of his mouth, made a gesture to spoon a spoonful of millet porridge, and blew it on his lips.

Lan Keke stared straight at her, staring at her.

Gu Nanshu suddenly sat up straight, raised the porridge bowl in his hand high, and then poured most of the bowl of millet porridge into the trash can beside him.

Lan Keke's eyes widened to the extreme in an instant, and the corners of her lips trembled with anger: "Gu Nanshu! What are you doing?! That's the porridge made by Jing Chen himself!"

Gu Nanshu is not stupid, so he naturally guessed that Lan Keke added something to the porridge.

Otherwise, how could she be kind enough to bring her porridge? !
Still waiting helplessly for her to eat it?

"Jingchen one mouthful, Miss Lan's voice is really affectionate." Gu Nanshu twitched the corner of his mouth, "After all, your child's father cooked the porridge himself. How dare I, Mrs. Lu who is not worthy of the name, dare to taste it casually? If Miss Lan thinks it's a pity Huh... there's still half a bowl left, eat it all!"

While talking, Gu Nanshu handed back the porridge bowl in his hand.

Lan Keke's eyes were staring with anger, but she wouldn't drink millet porridge mixed with two tablespoons of salt!

The corners of her mouth twitched, as if she was going to pick up the porridge bowl, thinking of taking the opportunity to spill it...

Unexpectedly, Gu Nanshu raised his hand and smashed the porridge bowl to the ground!
With a bang, the tiles shattered!

Before Lan Keke could react, Gu Nanshu frowned and shouted: "Miss Lan! What are you doing?! Even if you don't like me, Jing Chen made the porridge, so you don't have to spoil him Your blood, right?!"

"Gu Nanshu! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

With a trembling voice, Lan Keke was about to retort when the door behind her was knocked open!

Lu Jingchen stood behind her with a gloomy face, his red eyes seemed to swallow her up at any moment!
Lan Keke was so frightened that her heart beat faster, her head was sweating profusely, she waved her hands quickly, and said in a trembling voice: "Jing Chen, that's not the case... I didn't spill the porridge, it was Gu Nanshu! Gu Nanshu deliberately made things difficult for me... ..."

Gu Nanshu's finger was cut by the shattered porcelain, and bright red blood flowed out, stained on the milky white mattress, and fell into Lu Jingchen's eyes, which was particularly glaring.

"It's not me! Jingchen... I really didn't spill it!"