I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

‘I’m just afraid that when that time comes, you will become a roaster yourself.

Forget it, I'll do it myself. ’

At that time, they were collecting medicine together in the deep mountains and old forests. Because the required medicinal materials had not been collected yet, they could only stay in the woods for one night.

None of them knew how to light a fire, having never made one before. It was extremely embarrassing, but fortunately the hard work paid off, and the pheasant that was caught was finally roasted.

"Cough cough cough..." Fang Ling'er choked on the smoke and kept fanning the wind in front of her nose with her hands.

"You can't do this."

Sheng Zhongye walked towards her and saw a special fire tong placed in the woodshed in front.

"Take that thing out."

"it is good."

Fang Ling'er hurried over and took the iron pliers.

After Sheng Zhongye took it, he poured out the burned charcoal from the stove.

"There is too much ash in here, and it needs to be cleaned out. Otherwise, when the fire burns, it won't receive enough oxygen and it won't burn well.

On the contrary, as soon as it burns, it will be extinguished by the air pressure. "

"Well, thank you." Fang Ling'er imitated his method and put a handful of straw into the stove again. After it burned this time, it did not go out like before.

She was sweating profusely, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, which turned her beautiful face into a tabby cat.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, a low coughing sound came from inside the wooden house.

Fang Ling'er threw the smaller stick into the stove and let it burn slowly.

The coughing sound became clearer and clearer, and she suddenly came back to her senses, thinking that it was Luo Zixuan in the wooden house. He immediately dropped the wooden stick in his hand and ran quickly into the wooden house.

"Luo Zixuan, are you awake..."

The lips under Sheng Zhongye's mask pursed slightly, forming an arc of joy.

He held the wooden stick in his hand and limped outside.

Throw away the wooden stick in your hand, pick up the walking stick that was hidden in the grass outside the door, and leave along the rice fields of rape flowers.

"Ahem...this..." Luo Zixuan was very weak, his cheeks were pale and bloodless.

Fang Ling'er grabbed the pillow next to her, placed it behind Luo Zixuan, and then helped him up.

"How do you feel? Is there any discomfort? Where does it hurt..."

Luo Zixuan looked around. There were wooden walls on all sides, and the room still smelled of Chinese medicine.

He felt dizzy and his whole body ached. The whole person is indifferent.

"Luo Zixuan..." Fang Linger stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes. "Can you see me? Don't scare me..."

Didn't he fall off a cliff and break his brain?

"Where is this?" He covered his head with his hands, feeling so dizzy that he felt like vomiting in his stomach.

"This is...I'm not sure. Have you forgotten what happened to us in the mountains and forests? There were many men in black, and the leader was named Nucen.

He...he tied you up and hung you in the car..."

Luo Zixuan looked directly at Fang Ling'er's face, and the thoughts slowly emerged in his mind, the scene of him being tortured to the point of death.

In the end, he and Fang Ling'er fell off the cliff together.

"You..." Thinking of this, he seemed very excited. As soon as he raised his hand, the injury on his body hurt.

"Don't get excited, you are injured, very seriously."

"Ling'er, Ling'er, you..." He looked at Fang Ling'er to make sure that she was alive and well and still in front of him.

Unable to restrain himself, he pulled her over and held her tightly in his arms.

"I'm fine. You were seriously injured. I was only slightly injured."

She didn't push away, holding him for gentle comfort.

His ability to come back to life was undoubtedly due to good luck and God's favor.

If there is really something wrong with him, if she is still alive, she will return to the city. She couldn't do anything when she saw his father.

"Let me take a look..." Luo Zixuan wanted to make sure again.

He took Fang Ling'er's hand and looked up and down.

There are still residual scratches on the side of her neck, but they are much better now. When he was first rescued by the weirdo, the large area was full of injuries, and it felt very painful just to look at it.

"You have been in a coma for nearly six days, and you are almost dying of anxiety.

Are you hungry? I made porridge with green vegetables. I will bring it in for you now. "

Fang Ling'er stood up happily and trotted to the yard.

The water in the pot has boiled, but the weirdo who was supposed to be in the yard has disappeared.

In front of the door of the wooden house next door, the slender black snake was still lying there, as if guarding its owner until death.

She couldn't control that much, so she took care of Luo Zixuan first.

"Here comes the porridge."

Fang Ling'er took a spoon, stirred the steaming porridge in the bowl, and carefully blew the hot air inside.

She sat on the edge of the bed and fed him with her own hands.

"It's a bit hot, eat slowly."

Luo Zixuan subconsciously opened his mouth and drank the porridge from the spoon.

He saw that her face was covered with pot helmets and was as dirty as a little wild cat. He couldn't help but raise his hand and gently cover her face.

The warm thumb pads wiped the dirt on her face.

"Thanks a lot."

Although he didn't know exactly how long he had been lying here, he could feel that his body was particularly tired. She must have been taking care of him during this time.

"What's so hard about it?" With a forced smile on her face, she fed him porridge again and again.

She had seen fools before, but never one as stupid as him.

He knew there was danger, so he just didn't hide. Instead, he rushed forward bravely.

If he really died on the cliff, wouldn't he regret it? Not afraid at all?

"It's delicious. It's sweeter than anything I've ever tasted on earth."

Two people, three meals, four seasons. Living in such a simple place is a kind of extraordinarily happy life.

"Have you eaten? You should eat some too."

"No...I'm not hungry." Fang Ling'er lowered her head and shook her head.

Seeing Luo Zixuan doing this, she couldn't help but blame herself.

The tears in the corners of his eyes slipped down quietly and inadvertently.

"Ling'er, you're crying..."

"No, some slag fell into my eyes when I was lighting the fire just now. Eat it quickly."

She wiped the tears from her eyes with her hands and continued to feed him porridge.

"Both of us are blessed with great fortunes. We didn't die even after falling from such a high cliff. Do you know why?"

"why?"

She was worried to death, but he could still laugh at this moment.

It would be better if she was the one who was more seriously injured, so that she wouldn't feel so tortured every moment.

"What a fool, don't you even understand such a simple truth?

Because God will never separate lovers, they will either live together or die together.

We are not dead, which means everything. "