Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    "Son."

    Zuo Yan looked at the tray in her hand, "Gu Zhi wants to eat the porridge you made."

    The two people outside the door heard him say this in their hearts. With a shake, Wen Lan handed the porridge over, "I made two portions, and you both eat more." The

    door closed again in front of them, and Chu Shixiong looked at Aunt Wen, "Zuo Yan...no What's going on." This situation looks much more serious than yesterday.

    Wen Lan wiped the corners of her eyes, muttered something and went downstairs, still looking a little anxious.

    Chu Shixiong's cold sweat has come down. If he had heard correctly just now, was Aunt Lan going to buy freezing liquid?

    Is this to keep Gu Zhi at home for a long time? Grandpa Gu won't agree.

    On the other side of the door, Zuo Yan walked to the bed with the porridge and tucked the quilt on the bed. "Aren't you cold? Why do you always throw your hands out? Do you just wait for the little master to stuff you in." "

    It was quiet, and Zuo Yan seemed to have heard something, "I know, you used to play this set. In the past, you used to camp in the field. It was obviously one person and one tent. The whole class was only one of you. The tent broke down. It was in my tent. The next evening it started to rain heavily, and the wooden house I lived in was cold. I woke up twice in the middle of the night, half of your body was exposed, and I thought you were dead if you were cold..." Zuo Yan raised his hand. I gave myself a slap, "Then I covered you with a quilt out of good intentions. Who knew you kicked it away after a while? I thought, how come there are people in this world who sleep so badly? Whoever is with you? Together, I can't be kicked out of bed by you every day."

    Zuo Yan remembered that he was tossing and sleepy that day, so he got into Gu Zhi's quilt and pressed the quilt tightly. He felt warm in the middle of the night after the two leaned together. It's like holding a stove.

    "Later when I went home to take a bath, I found several red patches on my body. I always thought it was bitten by a bug. Do you think the bug was surnamed Gu?"

    Zuo Yan sat on the bed and chattered, "I have forgotten after I said it for a long time. No, I don't dare to eat the porridge made by my mother. You can try to poison it." I

    picked up the spoon and pulled the porridge bowl, "It's not mashed, it's not black, it's really unexpected." Gu Zhi's mouth.

    Time seemed to stand still, Zuo Yan remained motionless while raising his hand, the liquid under the spoon slowly slid down the corner of Gu Zhi's mouth, and was finally kissed by a pair of lips.

    "It's terrible." Zuo Yan's lips moved to his lips, and he kissed him twice, "Your mother-in-law made it for you, so she can save her face by eating two bites, otherwise my dad's wife-protecting madman will know It's time to trouble the two of us. Let me tell you, his man is in the dark. He has dug countless pits for me and Zuo Si since childhood. We both jumped into the pit and raised our heads. Thank him for filling in the soil. Pointing at you to take me to elope."

    Zuo Yan was afraid of the heat of the porridge. He kept moving the porridge bowl and blowing on the heat. This time he took a bite by himself, leaned over, mouth-to-mouth, and fed it into Gu Zhi's mouth. The mouth is soft, but it makes no difference to a person who can't swallow.