Chapter 963

The original heavy breath gradually slowed down. Qin Chong's dark eyes blinked at Gu Qingtong, looking at the bright point in her eyes. For a while, he nodded gently.

"OK, let's make up our mind," Gu Qingtong said, nodding busily, pointing to Qin Chong again, bluffing his face. "Today's agreement is clear to God. Qin Chong, you can't repent."

Qin Chong didn't answer Gu Qingtong's words, but suddenly said, "Gu Qingtong, do you want to hear my story?"

When he said this, he was a little nervous and expectant. He looked at Gu Qingtong timidly like a child.

"I want to hear it, but it's not now," Gu Qingtong said, holding Qin Chong back to the bed, getting up and going out of the door. Just as Qin Chong was waiting anxiously, he watched Gu Qingtong come in with a casserole in his hands and put it on the table at the head of the bed. Then he opened the casserole cover and smiled at Qin Chong. "Now, the most important thing for you is to drink more chicken soup I've been stewing all morning

The smell of chicken soup came, Qin Chong looked at the stewed chicken soup full of Danggui red dates in a casserole, and suddenly his eyes were red.

"Must be hungry? I'll get you a bowl right now. You'll wait. " Gu Qingtong also saw Qin Chong's red eyes. He couldn't help sighing again. He got up and went out, leaving Qin Chong alone facing a pot of chicken soup.

Qin Chong blinks hard. He's really hungry. He's been making a lot of noise and spending most of the night. It's hard to imagine his physical strength. At this time, he can't stop saliva in his mouth when facing the pot of chicken soup. He can't wait for Gu Qingtong to come back, so he begins to tear off a chicken leg rudely, and he's too busy to put it into his mouth whether it's hot or not.

As soon as the fragrant and soft chicken came into his mouth, Qin Chong's eyes were even redder, and he couldn't help it any more. His tears "crackled" down, and he just cried and ate the chicken leg.

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Jiasheng, June 16, 34

Royal study.

Zhao Ruhai comes in with the freshly cooked Anshen soup, and Zhong Ruheng seems to be asleep on the Dragon case. Zhao Ruhai puts Anshen soup on the Dragon case, and takes a thin blanket from the soft couch to put it on Zhong Zhiheng. It's not easy for him to rest for a while, so Zhao Ruhai doesn't dare to disturb it. It's just blanket The son just draped on Zhong Zhiheng's body, Zhong Zhiheng woke up, and he sat up while yawning.

"I'm damned. I'm so sorry that I didn't care. I woke up the hooray." Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he picked up the blanket that had fallen on the ground and confessed to Zhong Zhiheng.

"Come on, I'm not really asleep anyway," Zhong Zhiheng asked casually, yawning again, looking at the gloomy window. "When is it?"

"Long live, it's almost time," Zhao Ruhai folded the blanket and put it back on the soft couch. At the same time, he brought the tranquil soup to Zhong Zhiheng's face and respectfully said, "long live, it's not early. You can go back to the dormitory after drinking the tranquil soup."

Zhong Zhiheng didn't speak. He reached out to take the Anshen soup. After a sip, he couldn't drink it. At the same time, he put down the bowl and frowned: "who made this Anshen soup? Why is it so hard? "

"It's Dr. Deng," Zhao Ruhai explained as he hurriedly brought tea to wash Zhao Ruhai's mouth. "Mr. Deng's tranquilizing soup has always been made by the head of the Qin court. When Dr. Deng waited before the emperor, it's hard to avoid that he didn't know what he liked. It's also because I didn't explain these things to him in the morning. When the meeting was over, I went to the hospital."

Zhong Zhiheng takes the handkerchief from Zhao Ruhai and wipes his mouth. Zhao Ruhai is about to withdraw with the rest of the tranquilizing soup. However, Zhong Zhiheng suddenly opens his mouth: "Ruhai, can you tell me if I'm a cold man