WIFE CAN'T ESCAPE MTL

Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

Song Luan's sleeping appearance still didn't seem to grow. When he woke up the next day, he found that he was wrapped around him. Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to wake up yet. She gently retracted her legs and feet, and slowly retreated from his arms. come out.

Song Luan gazed at the man in front of him, and there was a dark black under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, she stretched out her fingers, stroked his eyebrows, and her slender fingers fell on his thin lips on.

His eyelashes are long and curled, his nose, eyes and mouth are all delicate, his face is a sickly white, his white tunic is slightly open, and his collarbone is prominent.

The sky outside the window was still dark, and only a light could be seen in the distance.

Song Luan was just about to take his hand back. The man suddenly opened his eyes and took her finger. His dim eyes gradually became clear, and his deep and magnetic voice sounded into his ears, "Why did you wake up so early? Have a nightmare ?"

Song Luan pulled out his finger and watched him shake his head, "No."

Zhao Nanyu got up, even if the room was a little dim, he still didn't light the lamp, and after turning on his clothes, he turned to her and said, "It's still early, you should sleep a little longer."

Song Luan's eyes never looked away from him. He was really a lot thinner. The gowns looked a bit empty when she wore them. She looked at his back and suddenly asked, "Are you going up?" "

"No." Zhao Nanyu explained to her in a low voice, "I'm going out to work, and I will be back soon."

Song Luan snorted slowly, got up from the bed slowly, she licked her mouth, and explained to Zhao Nanyu: "I am hungry, get up for breakfast and then sleep."

Zhao Nanyu held her shoulders, "Okay, I will order the next man to prepare breakfast."

Song Luan dropped her face, and her long black hair blocked her half of her face, and she couldn't see the expression on her face.

After she put on her clothes and rinsed, the sky was slightly shining.

Zhao Nanyu filled a bowl of millet porridge for her and pushed to her, "Taste the taste."

Song Luan took a sip and almost didn't spit it out immediately. Her brows were tight and frivolous, outspoken, "It's delicious."

It's very salty, and it's a bit burnt.

Zhao Nanyu's eyes dimmed, and she took the millet porridge in her hand to her side, "Then don't eat it."

Grandma Lin standing on the side couldn't help but cough twice, but the master was there and she couldn't say anything. The young master went to the kitchen this morning. I don't know if it was on impulse. The first time he cooked porridge inevitably did not taste good.

Song Luan naturally did not know that this came out.

Zhao Nanyu's loss of appetite these past few days, she saw that he ate a little bit before putting down the chopsticks. Song Luan was supposed to pretend to see nothing, but she was still too soft to hold back and said: "You Eat more."

The figure became thinner, and it seemed strange to feel distressed.

When Zhao Nanyu heard the words, he ate an extra bowl of rice.

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Later, the old lady sent two close-up waitresses over there, and the two Shui Lingling girls looked very young, about fifteen or sixty years old, just in time.