Xia Jin was hit in the heart by the word "go". Damn it, when had Gong Shentuo ever used this word to her?

She was a little injured.

But Miss Xia has such a strong heart, how could she just go away if you tell her to go away? She said with a straight face, "I'll go away after finishing the porridge, drink it."

She cursed in her heart, she would not get out. If she did, where would she sleep?

These days, Xia Jin has been careful and obedient like a little daughter-in-law. When did she dare to talk to him like this?

"Don't you understand? I don't want to drink." For the cooking skills that other men have developed, he would rather not eat the food she cooked in this life.

Xia Jin rolled her eyes, started to act rogue, and approached with a smile, "Boss, why are you, a grown man, so willful as a child? Be good, and you must eat well when you are sick."

If she didn't finish the bowl of porridge tonight, there was no way she would give up. Xia Jin clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

Gong Shentuo's eyes immediately turned gloomy, her shoulders flinched, and she muttered unwillingly, "Originally, if I make you unhappy, you can just punish me. Why should you be so hard on your own body?"

I don’t care, you have to drink.”

"Get out." Gong Shentuo looked at the door and said again. If the word "roll" was one-third of anger, then these two words were seven-tenths of it.

Xia Jin was angry. She stood up from the bed, her eyes were red, "Why are you so mean? If you don't like the porridge I cook, just say so."

She got out of bed angrily and walked out the door. It was really too much. He said he wanted to drink porridge and she immediately went to cook it eagerly. Porridge is very time-consuming, okay? Just take a sip and don't want it. It's trampling on her labor.

Trample on her thoughts.

It seems like her little wife is easy to bully, right?

"Where are you going?" A man's voice came from behind.

"Didn't you tell me to get out?" She went to the kitchen and asked the chef to prepare another bowl of porridge!

She despises him for showing off his temper when he is sick. Her porridge is delicious.

"Come back." The words came out of his mouth before his mind could turn around.

Xia Jin paused, turned around, and showed a bright fake smile, "Boss, you just told me to get out a second ago, and now you tell me to come back." She paused for a while and concluded with great seriousness, "You

Very confused."

That's what she said, but she still walked back and put the bowl in the car on the small table again. She raised her smiling face again and said coquettishly, "It's my fault. I shouldn't make you angry. Let's eat first, okay?"

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Gong Shentuo glanced at her and said nothing. Xia Jin was overjoyed, knowing that he agreed, and murmured while feeding her, "Boss, you are really difficult to take care of."

Having said that, she was so complacent that she was the only one in the world who had such a thick skin and could continue to smile playfully with him.

While drinking porridge, Gong Shentuo asked casually, "Why couldn't you deal with those three people when you were in the palace? If I didn't go, were you planning to die by that knife?"

Xia Jin blinked and said with a sweet smile, "How could it be? With you here, how could I die?"

Gong Shentuo stared at her quietly and said calmly, "Change the subject? Are you having a ghost on your mind?"

He knew very well Xia Jin's skills. Although she was not as good as a first-class killer like A Jing and Tang Jian, her ability to protect herself was definitely more than enough.

Xia Jin puffed out her cheeks and said dullly, "My hand has not recovered from the stabbing last time, so I don't have the strength." As she said that, she stretched out her right hand openly and spread her palm, making a line that was neither too long nor too short.

The scars were clearly visible, "There will be no next time."

Although she was smiling, she still looked at him with a cautious look. How did she get this injury? Who knows if he would be angry.

Gong Shentuo stretched out his hand and held her hand in his. He had obviously practiced martial arts and held a gun, but his hand was as soft as a bone. Even the skin was incredibly smooth and tender, with Xia Jin's unique body temperature.

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He lowered his head, his lips slowly falling on her scar, and the soft touch suddenly flashed through her heart like an electric heat stream.
Chapter completed!