Rebirth of a Counterattack: Godly Doctor Shizi Fei

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Chapter 1271

"How can you suddenly look like a serious person?" She narrowed her eyes and sighed.

Wan Yan raised her eyebrows, staring at the girl who looks like a pink peach in the mirror: "What has changed?"

She chuckled: "I don't say, you know."

The two had a nonsense conversation, a warm feeling, I don't know when, began to slowly flow in the eyebrows of the text, not rich, but everywhere.

"Well, I've cooked a bowl of **** soup for you. You can drink it hot."

He pulled her up and made her sit at the little round table.

There were a few pieces of light yellow **** in the yellow and yellow soup. There was nothing else, and it was not delicious at first sight. She frowned and shook her head: "I don't want to drink this."

Wan Ye said, "Obey."

She shook her head: "No, I'm fine, I'm not cold, I'm fine at all."

Wan Yan sat down in front of her, stared at her eyes, and asked, "So, do you want me to feed you?" His eyes scanned the bowl of **** soup, and his lips croaked: " I just forgot to take the spoon, and it looks like I will feed with my mouth. "

Nianwen said nothing, immediately raised the bowl, grunted a big sip, almost did not choke to death, coughing, tears flew and flushed his face.

He sighed and reached out and patted her on the back: "Why are you in a hurry? If you like, there is still in the kitchen, no one will grab you."

The reading has slowed down for a long time, and then he breathes out. Good guy, this is **** soup. It doesn't matter if it's simmered with tea, the **** soup is very spicy.

He touched his arms, and there was nothing else but a few wet silver tickets. The papa originally on the body, together with wet clothes, was washed by Xiao Er.

He had to tear his sleeves and wipe her tears: "Look, this big person can cry with a sip of **** soup, and he can't laugh at anyone when he talks out."

Nianwen gave him a glance at him, but he said, "It's not you yet. If you say something that's out of your way, it hurts me to take a sigh of relief, it almost didn't kill me."

Wan Yan rubbed her head and drowned, looking back at the two buckets outside the bathroom, and said, "Drink slowly, I'll take a bath, the water will be cold for a while."

It wasn't until Wan Ye's figure completely disappeared in front of her eyes that she picked up the soup bowl again, took a sip of two sips, except for the spicy, there was no other taste. When she heard the sound of water in the bath, she took the bowl and went quietly Walk by the window.

Wan Yan's deep voice came from the bathroom: "Don't forget, there is a whole bowl of **** steam in the kitchen. If you pour, I will let you drink two more bowls."

She flattened her mouth, turned around helplessly, and drank half of the bowl obediently. After a while, she began to sweat.

Wan Yan heard the sound of the bowl on the table and said, "A clean cloth towel is put on the bed. You can wipe it with sweat."

Her belly was deflated: Did this guy have a pair of perspective eyes? How can you know everything?

Wan Yan came out of the bath, and Nianwen had fallen asleep on the bed, holding a semi-wet cloth towel in his hand.

He sighed, quickly threw down the cloth towel that wiped his hair, walked quickly to the side of Nianwen, and covered her with a thin sheet from the corner of the bed: he slept so well, and still snoring. It seemed to be really tired today Already.

Looking at the text in the doze, looking at her beautiful side face, wrapped in a thin and slender body, thinking of the scene previously seen in the bathroom, he swallowed a spit of water, and the lower abdomen finally calmed down. The flames were lit again.