Chapter 30 Bring Her over

Zong Beili's slender body stood by the bed, his eyes looking at her quiet little face. After a while, he pulled the quilt and lay down. He reached out his long arm and pulled her body into his arms.

He could not have planned to sleep anymore, but seeing how comfortable she was sleeping, he felt as if he had been infected, and suddenly felt that it would be good to lie down for a while longer.

Tong Huaer fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up, she felt as if her body was being pressed down by a mountain. She opened her eyes with great effort, and the man's strong chest jumped into sight, and she was stunned.

She was...

Zong Beili?

Tong Huaer looked up at the man's handsome face and was momentarily lost in thought.

No wonder Huaer was surprised. After all, this was the first time she had woken up in Zong Beili's arms and stared at the sleeping man for a while. Tong Huaer blinked and turned to look around.

She was in bed with Zong Beili?

Aren't they in the living room?

Tong Huaer turned his head to look at the man beside him. Did he bring her over?

It seems that this is the only possibility, and I don't know if his stomach pain is any better, but since he can carry her from the living room to the bedroom, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

Lying on the same bed with zong beili, although this man was asleep, his breath was still too strong. Tong Huaer lay down for a few more minutes and couldn't help it. He gently moved the big hand on his waist away.

It was as if a stone had been removed from his chest. Tong Huaer exhaled and turned to look at the man beside him. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Looking at the clock in the living room, she realized it was four o' clock in the afternoon. No wonder she was hungry. After going to the bathroom to wash up, Tong Huaer went back to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to take out the ingredients.

It had been a long time since Zong Beili had slept so soundly. A faint voice came from his daze, waking him up and making him open his eyes in displeasure.

Frowning, she turned her head away, but the position beside her was empty. Where was the little disaster star?

Zong Beili lifted the quilt and got out of bed. His long body walked out.

It was already evening, and the setting sun shone through the glass into the kitchen, casting a warm hue on the entire space. Fairy tales with seaweed-like curly hair tied up in a neat ponytail, wearing a pink apron, were busy in the kitchen.

When Zong Beili heard the sound and found the kitchen, she saw this scene. There were many things on the counter, but her movements were not flustered at all.

There was a smell of food in the air.

He suddenly remembered the bowl of noodles she had made earlier. Although he didn't eat it, it seemed to smell good.

It seemed that this little disaster star could really surprise him and cook.

Fairy tale was lowering her head and tomato, and suddenly there was a sharp pain on her head. She cried out in pain, covered her head and turned around, stunned for a moment.

"Zong Beili, are you awake?" She returned to her senses and greeted him with a smile.

Zong Beili stared at her condescendingly, her thin lips flinging out cold words, "You didn't wake up. You saw a ghost?"

"... Tong Huaer was stunned.

They all said that she would not hit the smiling face with her hand. Was she being slapped in the face?

Looking at him, she lowered her head and continued to cut the vegetables. Zongbei glanced at her sullen little face and was angry? She could be a little less magnanimous!

"Little disaster, what are you doing?" He turned his slender body to lean against the edge of the counter and asked with his dark eyes staring at her.

Tong Huaer's knife, which was cutting vegetables, stopped, and her eyes flashed. She was so powerless to complain about that nickname.

"Cook." She said, continuing to cut the vegetables.

"Nonsense! It's not like I don't have eyes! I mean, what are you doing?" Zong Beili said coldly.

Tong Huaer looked up at him. She didn't seem to have offended him. Why was he so angry, and his body just happened to be so angry?

But she only dared to think about it in her heart. She now understood that Zong Beili was a dangerous person!

"What is this? Carrots?" Before Tong Huaer could answer, he lowered his head and glanced at the vegetables she had cut. His straight eyebrows immediately furrowed, "Tong Huaer, I'm not a rabbit!"

"Rabbits aren't the only ones who eat carrots." Tong Huaer whispered and looked up at him. "And these aren't for you."

"What do you mean?" Zong Beili frowned unhappily.

"Your stomach just recovered, and you can't eat anything too hard yet, so I made you porridge..."

"Porridge?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Zong Beili interrupted her. The man stared at her fiercely. His handsome eyebrows were twisted together and he shouted at her angrily, "Who wants porridge?"

Tong Huaer was stunned.

Suddenly, he felt like laughing again.

If it was normal times, Zong Beili wouldn't be angry, just a cold face would be scary enough, but now he still has injuries on his face, he looked a little... Funny.

But now she could not laugh, nor dare to.

Tong Huaer tried his best to look calm. He looked at him and said, "No... No, it's for your health. Besides, I made you shrimp porridge. It's delicious!"

"Then I won't drink either! Have you ever seen a man eat porridge?" Zong Beili frowned.

Tong Huaer was stunned. He was speechless. Did the man stop eating porridge? What was his logic?

"You can do whatever you want. I've already bought the stomach medicine. If you want to have another stomachache, I won't stop you." Tong Huaer raised his eyebrows.

Tong Huaer, how dare you talk to me like that?!"

"...

Tong Huaer was completely speechless.

Looks like Zong Beili was here to make trouble for her, right?

At the dinner table in the evening, the atmosphere was more strange than ever. Tong Huaer had two delicious dishes and a soup in front of her, while Zong Beili had only a bowl of porridge in front of her.

Although the porridge was filled with shrimp and vegetables and looked delicious, it looked a little shabby.

Zong Beili's face had always been gloomy. Although he had always been dissatisfied with tong Huaer's practice of only giving him porridge, he ended up drinking two bowls.

Tong Huaer didn't say anything. After dinner, he cleaned up the dishes. Zong Beili sat on the sofa in the living room, stared at her unsteady back, looked away, picked up his cell phone and called.

"Come here."

As soon as Tong Huaer came out of the kitchen, he heard the man's command. He looked at quan beiye, who was sitting on the sofa. He walked over and was pulled into a strong embrace.

It hurts!

Tong Huaer rubbed his forehead and looked up at the man next to him. He was healed, and he began to torment others after eating and drinking.

"Little disaster, who did you learn to cook from?"

The man's deep voice sounded above her head. Zong Beili held her in his arms, his strong arms around her waist.