Chapter 677

"Sir and madam, you are back." As soon as he and Meimei came back, sister Lin finally let go of her heart and said, "qiqizhizhi, the two young masters went to bed after finishing their homework. I did as my wife told me. Don't worry, sir and wife. "

Tong en nodded. The children just went to sleep and suddenly sneezed. She thought she was really frozen just now.

"Ma'am, is it a cold?" Elder sister Lin cares.

She didn't take a few mouthfuls of dinner. As soon as Tong en heard the suggestion, he felt hungry and promised, "OK, sister Lin, I want to eat tomato and egg noodles."

"Well." He frowned and looked down at her: "I see you have no appetite for dinner. Let sister Lin make something for you?"

Sister Lin came over from the kitchen and said, "have you had dinner with your husband and wife?"

After drying a bowl of ginger soup, the body really warmed a lot, the body temperature gradually recovered, and the hands and feet also had temperature.

This man is too bad.

“……”

He helped pat her on the back and gently touched her head. "You can choke on ginger soup."

At last, Tong en was choked and coughed violently. He took out a tissue for her. Tong en was angry and helpless and took it.

The man quickly fed her a mouthful, face epithelial smile meat don't smile, a spoonful and then a spoonful, soon finished a whole night.

Beichi had already knocked on the spoon. She took another sip. Listening to his words, Xiumei twisted her eyebrows and said, "it's you who drive fast. It's you who freeze me when I don't close the window. How can I not take care of myself? "

"If you can take care of yourself, you won't get cold."

He did not listen to her, and scooped a mouthful of soup, light blow away the heat, again to her lips.

Tong en opened his mouth and asked him to take a sip of ginger soup. She seemed to think it was too arrogant. She said to him, "I can drink it myself."

He said faintly, "drink it."

Tong en is said by him, slightly drooping eyes.

Tong en carried out a series of illusions in his mind. He picked his eyebrows and looked at his woman dully. He opened his thin lips and said, "what do you think?"

He gave her his coat, but his thin white shirt and black suit pants are simple and classic. It's not hard to guess how many women he secretly adores at work.

Tong en sat quietly beside him, and saw that he gently blew the spoonful of ginger soup. His thick short hair was slightly disordered by the wind, but it increased a bit of wildness. His fingers holding the spoon were slender and bony, and when he reached her lips, his nails were pink.

Ten minutes later, in the living room, Wan Jingting was holding the steaming bowl of ginger soup. Jun's face was obviously more patient. The crystal light shone down, and the dense heat blurred his strong outline. Once again, it made people sigh about the man's exquisite facial features. His eyebrows and eyes were so good that he couldn't give up at a glance. After so many years, his temperament and facial features were more refined and deep.

The man with black suit pants and white shirt touched her forehead. Seeing that she didn't care about her body, he looked back and said, "sister Lin, make some ginger soup."

Tong en shook his head and was about to speak.

It's rare that the host wants to have a snack at night. Sister Lin laughs and agrees, "OK. I'll make it for my wife. Then, sir? "

The man waved his hand. Sister Lin nodded and went back to the kitchen.

Wan Jingting took her cold hand, rubbed it, and breathed a few breaths. He watched her recover after drinking ginger soup. Her white face was pink, her watery eyes were smiling, her delicate eyebrows, her reddish nose and lips were charming and lovely.