[The 1980s + True and False Daughter + Stepmother + Chasing Wife to the Crematorium]
Su Luoluo, the descendant of a ghost doctor, accidentally traveled into a period novel and became the ugly...
The morning light broke through the clouds and spread onto the earth.
The silence was gradually replaced by the sounds of insects and dogs barking.
Su Luoluo felt as if her whole body was dismembered. Every part belonged to a different unit and was completely out of her control. Every time she moved, she felt a pain that went straight to the top of her head.
Su Luoluo's sleepiness disappeared completely, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing is the white mosquito net.
She cursed Fu Yichen, that bastard, hundreds of times in her heart.
"woke up?"
With a squeak.
Fu Yichen pushed the door and walked in.
He came in with a bowl of porridge in his hand and put it on the table.
Then he sat down on the bed, held her little face in his big hands, and gently stroked her skin with his thumb, "Are you awake?"
"You still dare to ask, who is to blame for this?"
Su Luoluo glared at him angrily, slapped his big hand away, and spoke unhappily.
"Blame me. It's my fault."
Fu Yichen coughed lightly, looking a little unhappy.
"I told you I didn't want it anymore, but you still refused to let me go. You're going to kill me."
Su Luoluo is in pain all over her body now, and her temper is not that bad.
"Let me rub it for you."
Fu Yichen put his big hands on Su Luoluo's waist and massaged her gently.
"Hiss...be gentle, or you're going to break my waist."
Su Luoluo wrinkled her pretty little face, reached out and slapped Fu Yichen's big hand away.
Fu Yichen looked at his hands in confusion. He didn't use much strength and his wife was too delicate.
However, this kind of delicacy is a blessing in some special situations.
Thinking of her performance in bed last night, Fu Yichen's mouth was dry and his tongue was parched. He even felt a faint tendency to stand up somewhere. He hurriedly opened his mouth to divert his attention, "Do you want to drink porridge first?"
"I don't drink."
Su Luoluo didn't want to forgive this stinky man so quickly.
Just as she finished speaking, her stomach made a gurgling sound and her pretty face turned red.
I wanted to bury my head in the quilt.
"Just give me some face. I cooked this porridge for a long time. The chicken is all in the porridge. It smells delicious. Try it."
Fu Yichen knew that she was embarrassed, so he pretended not to hear her refusal and coaxed her patiently.
Su Luoluo mumbled a few more words and was held in Fu Yichen's arms.
He reached out, took the bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful of porridge with a ceramic spoon, blew on it to his lips, and waited until it cooled down before handing it to Su Luoluo's mouth.
Su Luoluo glanced at Fu Yichen before opening her mouth.
The porridge is soft, glutinous and smooth. It has been cooked for a long time. The chicken is all in the porridge. The porridge has a strong chicken flavor and is very fragrant. Adding chopped green onions makes it even more fragrant.
This porridge suits Su Luoluo's taste very well.
She patted Fu Yichen's arm, urging him to hurry up, as she still wanted to drink.
Fu Yichen scooped another spoonful for her with a smile in his eyes.
Su Luoluo was really hungry, and the porridge tasted good.
The bowl of porridge was soon finished.
She lazily nestled in Fu Yichen's arms.
"Would you like another bowl?"
After Fu Yichen put down the bowl, he placed his big hand on her waist and pressed it lightly.
Su Luoluo shook her head, turned around, and lay in his arms.
This strong physique and bulging muscles make people feel safe.
"Sleep a little longer?"
Seeing that she looked listless, Fu Yichen couldn't help feeling guilty. It seemed that he had gone too far last night.
Su Luoluo nodded.
Fu Yichen put her back on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
Su Luoluo held Fu Yichen's hand tightly, unable to open her eyes, and still murmured, "Children...eat..."
Fu Yichen felt warm in his heart. Even though she was so tired, she was still thinking about three children who were not related to her by blood.
He was so lucky in his life to marry such a kind and excellent woman like her.
"Don't worry, they won't go hungry."