This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

   Chapter 1980 Men are all dead ducks with hard mouths!

  Qiao Qing, dumbfounded!

   gone again?

  He subconsciously touched his cheek. Isn't his appearance obvious enough? !

  Even if his mouth is stiff, can't he care about him a little bit? !

  Men are dead ducks with hard mouths, does she understand? !

   In short, Xiang Qiao Qing, who has a high regard for himself, was frustrated again and again in front of Han Yunan, and felt that he was becoming more and more humble.

  He folded his legs, leaned his head on the back of the sofa, covered his stomach with one hand, and put one hand on his forehead, feeling the sense of loss of being despised by others alone.

  It seems...he used to treat all women like this.

  Now, all the causal cycles have been experienced in Han Yunan.

  Qiao Qing felt that he was a little hypocritical, and wanted to leave, but was unwilling to do so.

  He slowly opened his eyes, and unexpectedly saw a briefcase where he could reach.

  That's...Han Yunan's!

  She forgot to take it away?

  Seeing this, Qiao Qing wanted to contact her again.

  However, the crushed self-esteem is also reminding him not to be moved by himself!

  In this way, when Qiao Qing hesitated, Han Yunan had already turned back again.

  The door she opened by herself was the key card that she asked for downstairs.

  Qiao Qing heard the door opening and immediately sat up, trying to make himself look the same as usual.

  He maintained the motion of raising his head, pretending to open the corner of his eyes lazily and squinted at her, "What are you doing back again?"

  Pretend!

  At this time, Han Yunan saw this kind of Qiao Qing, and these four words instantly appeared in his mind.

  She looked at the man with a smile, put the medicine box in her hand on the coffee table, and turned to boil the water.

  Qiao Qing caught those medicine boxes, took advantage of Han Yunan's turn, quickly put down Erlang's legs, and leaned forward to take a look.

  Stomach medicine!

  She knows that she is unwell? !

  Thinking about this, Qiao Qing's tight cheeks gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth rose inadvertently.

  Suddenly, hearing the sound of Han Yunan's footsteps, he immediately resumed his original posture, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the sound of the kettle sounded, Han Yunan leaned down and sat down, took the pill box and looked at it. He opened a capsule pill first, poured out two pills and handed it to Qiao Qing, "Since the stomach hurts, don't do it. Take this medicine first, and when the water is boiled, I will make you a cup of granules for stomachache."

  Obviously it is a very simple care, but Qiao Qing can no longer remain calm, staring at her deeply, taking the medicine very obediently, unscrewing the mineral water on the table and feeding it in.

   Then, he leaned back on the sofa again, twisted his eyebrows tightly, and looked unbearable pain.

   Seeing this, Han Yunan shook his head and sighed. He caught a glimpse of the beer bottle on the table. He reached out and tried it. The bottle was still misted with water, which was obviously taken out of the small refrigerator.

   "The temperature in Imperial Capital is lower than that in Licheng. It's strange if you wear so little clothes and drink cold beer, your stomach doesn't hurt!"

  The words fell, without waiting for Qiao Qing's reaction, she rubbed her palms, and slowly put her palms on his stomach, "It should be caused by the cold. You go to lie down, and I will ask if there is a hot water bottle at the front desk."

  Han Yunan was going to get up to make a call, but as soon as he made a move, Qiao Qing's arm was caught by Qiao Qing.

  He pressed his damp palm on the back of Han Yunan's hand, and refused to let her go, and said in a low voice, "No, that's fine."

  Han Yunan could not withdraw his hand, so he could only calm down patiently, "My hand is not hot enough, you let go first, the water is boiled, I will give you medicine."

  (End of this chapter)