Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

"You haven't been busy with anything other than surgery recently, that Xiao Zhang whom I introduced to your hospital a few days ago seems to be interested in you."

Liang Mujin blinked her starry eyes as if I was a gossiping matchmaker.

Cheng Yue's tone was as calm as ever, but with a hint of displeasure.

"Liang Mujin, when did you become so keen on being a matchmaker?"

"Cheng Yue, you don't know good people, I'm thinking of you."

"I'm thankful that you don't want to be such a badass."

"Then when will you find a wife to come back? Don't you still miss my man now?"

"Even if I miss your man, your man must have my place in his heart."

"You don't think it's too hard to just find someone for the rest of your life, do you? Or you have already hidden our golden house behind your back?"

"I'm not that hungry."

Cheng Yue sat up empty-handedly, his eyes were deep, his tone was always casual but with an element of loneliness.

From the angle where he is sitting, he can just see Liang Mujin's exquisite side face and the looming dimples on his fair cheeks, his long dark hair is thickly scattered on his shoulders, his graceful and slender neck is slightly raised, and his loose low neckline The sweater was worn loosely on her body, hugging her clear collarbone.

It looks like a beautiful painting from a distance.

If you ignore her tough voice and nonsensical jokes.

The domineering Master Liang really lived up to everyone's expectations. Under Cheng Yue's affectionate gaze, he was nervous like sitting up in a dying illness. Hula sat up and spouted a sentence from his mouth, which is not surprising after getting used to her. The corner of Cheng Yue's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Damn it, shit, the porridge cooked for my man is almost at the bottom of the pot."

After saying that, she stood up and rushed into the kitchen. Mrs. Liang and her mother, who were still busy in the kitchen, were taken aback, and almost put the spoon in her hand on her head.

"Mu Jin Zai Zai, do you want to use your blasting skills in the kitchen again?"

Comrade Lin Mu glanced at his own daughter with distaste, and winked at the other two mothers to fight against the enemy together.

Naturally tough, Mr. Liang didn't care about arguing with his mothers and jumped on the porridge pot. He stretched out his claws to lift the lid, but was slammed by his own mothers and retracted.

"I brought it to you earlier, just wait for you to come out and eat the bottom of the pot directly. Go out and clean up, and you can start eating when you gather people together."

The three old men are all lovers of drinking, and it was inconvenient for the three mothers to stop the little princess' birthday, but they just brought out red wine to help them satisfy their cravings.

Lu Zichen is the one who can drink, but he is away on a business trip because of his business. Liang Mujin has already stopped the three old men's attempts on his husband with his fierce eyes, so Cheng Yue can only do his part and bite the bullet to accompany the huge amount of people. The three old men drank, and the toasts made Cheng Yue's pain, which had already fully awakened, worsen. The few painkillers he swallowed before eating didn't seem to have much effect at all. He concealed it well, but his increasingly pale complexion and the beads of sweat all over his face could not deceive anyone.

Later, the three old men started their internal strife with their drunken eyes, dragged Cheng Yue to be a comrade in the trenches, and Liang Mujin's three mothers dragged each of them back to the room, leaving the younger generation at the dinner table alone. They just stopped.

Xiaoxue Tuanzi was privately possessed by Lu Wutong's child and hugged her next to her seat, picking up vegetables for her from time to time, wiping her mouth, her movements were gentle, and her eyebrows were affectionate at such a young age.

The little princess Lu Jingyuan was very satisfied with the gift from her godfather. After the whole meal, she bounced around the dining table for a while and ran into Cheng Yue's arms to act coquettishly, every time he hit him dizzy and turned his already dizzy head even more dizzy When he got up, the sweat was dripping from his head.The little girl gnawed on a chicken leg and looked at Cheng Yue suspiciously with her shiny eyes open.

"Godfather, are you hot? Jingyuan will fan you." As he spoke, he slid down from Cheng Yue's arms, and a big fan came from nowhere, and slapped Cheng Yue violently.Then he climbed up and touched the sweat on Cheng Yue's face.

"Godfather, do you want to cool down?"

"Jing Yuan is so good, godfather is not hot anymore, hurry up and eat."

Cheng Yue smiled with a tired face, and his voice was not as full of air as before. The sweat on his head evaporated a little after being slapped by the little princess just now, but he didn't appreciate the intensified stirring in his stomach. The hand under the dining table pressed his stomach harder and felt that the shirt he was wearing inside was wet and clinging to his body again. Cheng Yue's beautiful eyebrows were tangled together, his head was slightly lowered, and he clenched his teeth to resist the pressure in his stomach. Overwhelmed.

Liang Mujin, who was sitting opposite, was full of Lu Ziqian, and he put the hot millet porridge in front of Lu Ziqian, and Cheng Yue couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth, and Lu Ziqian pulled it down. She put her hands in her own and lowered her head to exhale softly, with a look of reproach and distress.Cheng Yue, who was sitting across from him, was slightly sour, with such a deep affection, the scene of Qin Se and Harmony made him both envious and sad, the loneliness in his heart and the intense pain in his stomach tore him, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

I'm afraid that if I stay for one more second, even if I can bear it, this fragile stomach will not be able to bear it, right?Cheng Yue smiled wryly, covered his lips with his fist and coughed softly.Somewhat unsteadily, she stood up and said goodbye to Lu Ziqian and Liang Mujin.

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