Chapter 772

Fu Nanli took a look at her bed. It was a small bed that he once disliked. Her legs were hard to stretch out.

He sat by the bed, and wenjo was at a loss.

The room is too small, the bed is too small, and they are familiar with the territory. Mother and they are in the neighboring courtyard, the opposite door has Wenchi and Wenmo, and occasionally can hear Wen Chi playing games.

How can she leave people behind in such an environment.

People are left by themselves, and they have to spend the evening on their knees.

She was just about to take off her down jacket when he grabbed her hand. "I'm hungry."

Before dinner, the old man fell ill. He was really hungry.

Wenqiao looked at him in embarrassment: "didn't you drink with your friends? Just drinking and not eating? "

"No

Wenqiao said softly, "why don't you know how to take care of yourself at all? Drinking on an empty stomach hurts the stomach

He sat on the bed and looked up at her. Wenjo took his helpless look on his face. "I can only simply cook a bag of instant noodles for you, for fear of waking them up."

"Shall I go to the kitchen with you?"

"No, No

About ten minutes later, Wenqiao appeared at the door of the room with a small copper pot. Wen Chi's voice came from behind: "you didn't have enough dinner?"

Wenqiao felt a thump in his heart and looked back at him: "what? Can't you? "

Wenchi: "did I say no? Why are you so fierce? "

He had already reached the door of wenjo's room, and pretended to help her open the door.

Wenjo immediately crossed him and looked at him defensively: "what are you doing?"

"Open the door for you, my dear sister."

Wenjo: No, I can drive it myself

Wenchi frowned: "how strange are you? Is there someone in the room? "

"What are you talking about? It's past twelve o'clock. Why don't you go to bed? "

The door creaked open, and Fu Nan Li stretched out his hand on the low door frame. "Why don't you come in yet?"

Slapped on the spot.

What is the face of sister Qiao?

Wenchi Leng in the spot, and then affectionately pushed Wenqiao into the room, and gently closed the door for them, but also pasted it on the door, whispered, "brother-in-law, I think I didn't see you."

With a smile in his mouth, Fu Nanli looked down at the man leaning on the door: "your brother is very considerate."

Wenjo put the pot on the desk. "Come and eat it."

A small copper pot, which is pig bone ramen, lying on one side fried eggs, there are two pieces of lunch meat, and some small vegetables embellishment, it looks very appetizing.

Fu Nanli sat in her chair, picked up chopsticks and ate the instant noodles she cooked.

It tastes really good.

"Would you like some?"

Wenjo sat cross legged by the bed and looked at him. "I'm not hungry. You can eat it."

For the first meal of the new year, funanli had instant noodles, which was also the first time in his life.

After eating instant noodles, Wenqiao handed him a paper towel: "wipe it, you can go to bed."

"I have to brush my teeth." So said the young master.

Wenqiao squinted: "in our courtyard, the bathroom is outside the house. The sound of door opening and closing is not small. It doesn't matter if you don't brush it all night? Will you make do with it? "

"You can't sleep without brushing your teeth."

Wenqiao helped his forehead. The young master couldn't do with it at all. He could only tiptoe out of the room. As soon as he went out, the opposite door opened. Wen Chi said in an angry voice, "Wenqiao, can I help you?"

Wenjo gritted his teeth. "No, go to sleep."