Chapter 547

Mu Yi looks at Ling Zihuan. Her tired face is reflected in her eyes. She pulls her lips slightly and passes the lunch box to her, "the casserole you love."

"Wow Ling Zihuan's eyes suddenly burst out of joy. She clapped her hands and held the lunch box in her arms. She came close and smelled it. The smell was strong. "I'm just hungry, big wood. You're so nice!"

Qiao Mu's heart hurts again!

Good what good!

A bowl of casserole rice is great?

If you like, I can buy you all the stewed rice in the city.

Qiao Mu covered his chest with one hand and slightly clenched his fist with the other.

He is a little disgusted with his weak appearance now. When he has a few more days of self-cultivation, he has to go to the little bastard. He dares to stab him. This account should be well calculated!

Ling Zihuan ran back to the ward with her lunch box in her arms. When she opened it, she saw that there was a bowl of Tremella porridge in it. With her eyes shining, she opened the lid and took a sip of porridge.

It's sweet!

"Wood, have you eaten?" Ling Zihuan holds the bowl in both hands, and the sweet taste spreads in her mouth, across her throat, warming her shriveled five zang organs temple.

Mu Yi looked at her overjoyed pretty appearance. His eyes were soft, and even his cold facial features were mild. He shook his head slightly, and his tone was light, "not yet."

"Let's do it together. I can't finish all the cooking. Come on, let's eat together. "

Ling Zihuan heartlessly pulls Mu Yi to sit in front of the dining table not far from the ward. She is probably too hungry. Mu Yi's dinner is like a timely rain, moistening her dejected mood.

On the hospital bed, Qiao Mu was stunned!

What the hell is that?

His little girl, pulling others to sit in front of him to eat.

And that piece of wood, who allows you to use chopsticks to pick vegetables for the little girl?

Who asked you to use your chopsticks to hold meat for her?

Nima, the heart's going to explode!

However, Qiao Mu's sullen face at the same time, and can only sulk alone, stiffly suppress all the mood.

Little girl, hungry, he was reluctant to find fault with her when she was eating.

Bear it!

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The next day, at five o'clock in the morning, Cheng Yenan arrived at Linhu bay with the live broadcast team and makeup artist.

As a result of receiving the notice in advance, Yan Shiqi also got up early to prepare.

The light in the bedroom is very dark, which makes people feel at ease.

Inkstone when seven just sat on, a turn to see the man opened his eyes, she cling to the body to get in the past, "wake you up? If you sleep again, I'll prepare first and try not to disturb you. "

The man stretched out his eyebrows, pulled her arm, and gave her a kiss on the lips. His voice was magnetic dumb and said, "don't work too hard."

"No, the shooting script was modified yesterday. It will be finished in about two hours." Inkstone kisses the man and presses him back to the bed. He goes to the dressing room to change into a thin velvet nightgown and leaves the bedroom.

Downstairs, sister-in-law Lin has invited Cheng Yenan and others to the living room. Five or six staff members came to take part in the live shooting.

This meeting, or standing or sitting chatting, by the way looking at the villa interior.

Dylan, the make-up artist, sat beside Cheng Yenan and touched the sofa with his orchid fingers up. "Oh, Baxter series sofa, a million class household brand. Are 17 families so rich?"

Yan Luo, the colleague sitting beside him, stood up silently, walked two steps and looked back at the sofa, but his mother can't afford to sit down!

At the end of the stairs, there was a sound of footsteps. Yan Shiqi, wearing a conservative robe, walked along, "sorry, I've been waiting for a long time!"