This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 664 She prefers sandwiches and sweet milk at the corner coffee shop!

  At that time, the United States was at 8:30 in the morning in LA.

  In Ling Zihuan’s apartment, Mu Yi's tall and wide figure is busy in the kitchen.

  The little girl was lying on the bed to make up for sleep. Today is the first day of her menstrual period. She was so haggard early in the morning, she almost cried.

  Mu Yi made **** soup for her expressionlessly. He sliced ​​ginger skillfully, but his drooping eyelids covered the irritation under his eyes.

  I was angry and didn't record her menstrual period. But yesterday, she took her to Universal Studios for a day of crazy fun.

  Just now, the little girl’s mobile phone in the living room rang, and he saw the caller ID, it was Qiao Erye.

  Ben didn't want to answer, but when he called the second call, there was a voice in his heart yelling and urging.

  So, in such a surging emotion, he took the phone over the time and said something imaginative.

  This was not his intention, but he still blurted it out.

  Mu Yiqie Jiang's movements paused slightly, and he thought, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

  Probably the words of the Fourth Young Master gave him too much courage and support, so he thought that he could compete with Qiao Er Young.

  Mu Yiwu thought to himself. He put all the sliced ​​ginger in the pot. As soon as he turned on the gas, a small gap was opened in the kitchen door.

  Ling Zihuan’s pale and slightly surprised face came in from the crack of the door, and the head of the ball on top of his head shook: "Wood, what are you doing?"

  As she asked, she kept pressing and rubbing her lower abdomen with her hands, her dark eyes were clear and she was a bit innocent.

  Mu Yi's hand holding the spoon paused in the air, and looked back at her, with raised eyebrows, "Why are you up?"

  The little girl blinked her eyes, then squeezed in the crack of the door, "I'm hungry."

  "Go to lie down, I will buy you breakfast after boiling the soup." Mu Yi stirred the brown sugar and **** slices in the soup pot, raised his wrist to check the time, it was almost nine o'clock, she was starving.

  Ling Zihuan said ‘oh’, looked at the soup pot eagerly, turned around and shook his slippers back to the living room step by step.

  She couldn't sleep. Just now, she was dimly drowsy. I don't know if it was an illusion. She seemed to hear the second uncle's voice.

   "Hey..." The little girl nestled on the sofa, pulled a blanket from the side to cover her body at will, Shui Lingling's eyes fell on the window sill impartially.

  Recently, she likes to stare at the window sill in a daze, like a demon. Every time she put her gaze on it, her eyes seem to be woven with the figure of her second uncle standing in front of the window wearing a hospital gown.

  Ling Zihuan squashed her mouth and scratched her forehead irritably. Recently, she has been studying very hard.

   But seeing those courses, she consulted the professor again, and it would take a year and a half at the earliest to finish all the courses.

  Long time!

  In less than ten minutes, Mu Yi walked out of the kitchen carrying **** soup.

  At a glance, he saw the girl shrunk into a small ball on the sofa, and her faint face became soft inadvertently.

   She fell asleep, it may be uncomfortable in her menstrual period, her small brows were frowning, and the corners of her ruddy mouth fell slightly, looking very uncomfortable.

  Mu Yi sighed, and when he put the **** soup on the table, he wanted to wake her up, but he hesitated again.

  Finally, he gave up his thoughts and covered her with another blanket before going out to buy her breakfast.

  He can cook, but the little girl prefers sandwiches and sweet milk in the cafe on the corner, so he will buy her a copy in advance these two days.

  Later, he learned that the breakfast in that cafe was because Qiao Er Shao had bought it for her, so she could not forget the taste there.

  (End of this chapter)