Chapter 19

Bursts of fragrance awaken Tang Wenyang from his sleep. He opens his eyes and finds himself lying in the hospital. He turns his head and sees Luo Juntian standing on the side of the table, pouring the porridge out of the heat preservation bucket.

He is careful, calm and indifferent, which makes people feel warm, just like the white porridge with hot air in his hand. It is delicate, warm and gentle. Just smelling and seeing can cure the pain in the bottom of my heart.

Luo Juntian turns around and wants to wake up Tang Nuanyang, but she doesn't want to. She has already woken up and looks at him with big black eyes.

Her eyes are very beautiful, clear and resolute. Her eyes are black and bright. When she looks at people, she is calm and direct. Just like now when he suddenly looks back at her, she still doesn't avoid it. On the contrary, he feels a little uncomfortable.

He took the porridge and stood beside her. He said in a very dismissive tone, "let someone cook you some porridge. Get up and have some.".

"Thank you Tang Nuanyang, holding his arm, sat up and went to get the bowl in his hand.

Luo Juntian avoided her hand and looked at the other side of the porridge. "Forget it, I'll feed you!"

"What? Can you say that again? " Tang Nuanyang's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at him in disbelief. Her ears must be wrong. The man who always put her in deep water and tormented her for fun would say that he wanted to feed her, and there would be no poison in the porridge.

She looked warily into the bowl.

Luo Juntian has an impulse to vomit blood. What's her look like!

"Do you want to eat it or not? Don't let me pour it out?" he roared unhappily. In this world, only she, Tang Nuanyang, can make him angry like a hairy boy. She has no other ability, but the ability to annoy him is world-class.

"If you want to eat, of course I want to eat." Tang Nuanyang believed that he was not joking any more. He quickly said, sitting upright, pretending to be cute and opening his mouth "ah"

LUO Juntian coughed uncontrollably again, and carefully delivered a spoonful of porridge to her mouth. "You know, you are not suitable for pretending to be cute, like an idiot.".

"Thank you! After eating, ah, "she continued to pretend to be cute and long open mouth. It was like asking for a kiss from him. He seldom treated her well, and she had no reason to refuse.

"Fool" Luo Jun day face dew disdain of scold a way, but still careful blow cool porridge, send into her mouth of, eyes also gentleness many.

If you feed me like this all your life, I'd like to be a fool all my life, for nothing else but your tenderness now.

A bowl of porridge soon came to the end. She was still eating it, and he was still feeding it. He always felt that time passed too fast.

"I'm not full yet." Tang Nuanyang tries to control the urge to burp. She also wants to experience his happiness of sitting in front of her and taking good care of him.

Luo Juntian can't stand the mouth "what woman, sick also so can eat" he stood up, turned around, gently smile.

He stood at the table, opened the thermos and poured the remaining porridge into the bowl.

Outside, Luo Ningxiang and an siyao push the door in. As soon as they see Tang Wenyang lying on the hospital bed, Luo Ningxiang shouts, "sister-in-law, OK, how can you be sick?".

Luo Juntian turns around when he hears the sound, and his eyes collide with an siyao. He doesn't forget the scene when he kisses his wife and holds the bowl, which shows his bones.