Xia Wanxin walked over a little.

Seeing his posture, she hesitated: "President Bo, should you want me to feed you?"

Bo Qingyu raised his eyes, and he should not deny that she was said to her: "This injury is because you only suffer, I don’t deserve it?"

In a word, the next words of Xia Wanxin were blocked back.

She went to the bed completely.

Picking up the spoon and porridge bowl, the reason why she often feeds the heart of Xiaotian, her posture is no stranger.

I just tightly stretched my lips, and handed the spoon over without a word.

I just talked well not far away, and now I shut up again.

Bo Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked at it, and he opened his mouth, and took over her porridge.

The thin lips moved, and he said indifferently: "It's a bit hot."

Xia Wanxin nodded and didn't speak. After a spoonful of porridge, his wrist shook, and then handed it to his lips.

Bo Qingyun opened the open open.

He asked coldly: "Dumb?"

Xia Wan's heart was slightly moved and did not speak.

The spoonful of porridge still didn't move in front of the pestle, and Bo Qingxuan was impatient: "Talk."

Xia Wanxin closed his eyes.

What happened to this person? Drink porridge and drink porridge. What do she want to talk about? Is there any cause and effect in these two things?

She pursed her lips and said quickly: "I didn't brush my teeth."

Bo Qingyun: "..."

Xia Wanxin said again: "This is what you want me to speak."

A pair is smoked to blame her.

Bo Qingyun's eyebrows jumped.

He was silent for a long time, and finally said calmly: "Go to the bathroom."

Xia Wanxin saw what he meant instantly and shrugged: "Okay, but I have to wait for a while, but the porridge is not hot, just cold."

She smiled perfunctoryly. She put down the bowl and walked briskly towards the bathroom.

Bo Qingyan's eyes were quiet and did not speak.

Xia Wan Xin brushed a teeth at the slowest speed and washed his face.

Suddenly, Walker came, and she forgot it for a while.

Now think about it, she seems to be close to him when talking to him.

When I thought it might smoke him, there was still a little bit.

Xia Wanxin tried to waste time as much as possible, but it won't be long before dragging.

When she goes out, the porridge bowl is still hot.

Xia Wanxin's face just washed, very white and delicate, and the surprised expression was very vivid: "Isn't the porridge yet cold?"

Bo Qingyi's laughed without a smile: "Seeing you delaying for so long, it makes people change a bowl, is it satisfied?"

Xia Changxin's teeth were grinded.

Is this person mean, do you have to find this little thing?

Every time she was impatient, I looked at his chest.

Imagine what the big hole there is like, how the blood flows from his chest.

Thinking of this picture, she can bear it.

Xia Wanxin resentfully held the porridge bowl again.

Put a spoon with a spoon, put it on the lips and blow it, and then hand it to him.

This time, Bo Qingye ate cooperated.

Two people feed one by one, one eats, and gradually, the atmosphere seems to have changed a little.

Xia Wanxin is unimaginable, she has done this now.

Should she cover the porridge bowl on Bo Qingyan's face, isn't it?
Chapter completed!