Listen to Qiao Liuhua, gong xi shakes his head. "No, no, it's delicious."

As he said this, gong xi Leng picked up his chopsticks and put them in his mouth. When he was eating, his throat felt sour and tears would come out.

He really didn't dare to think about it. The painter would cook for him.

And a lot of the food on the table is his favorite.

He still remembered that when he was in the ghost tribe at first, Qiao Liuhua would make food for him, but at that time he was close to Qiao Liuhua for the sake of hatred. How could he see everything she did with his heart, even if the food she made, even if it was the food he liked, he would deliberately say it tasted ordinary.

Thinking of that time, gong xi was not guilty.

He knew that his attitude was too cold at that time. He knew that he was sorry for Qiao Liuhua.

Later, when he hurt Hua'er like that, he didn't dare to think about it. Hua'er was willing to cook for him.

He didn't even think she would forgive him.

When the doctor said that Qiao Liuhua had lost his consciousness of survival, he felt that his heart would not jump, and he could not breathe.

She slept so many days, his heart was suffering, he did not know when she would wake up, he did not even know whether she would like to wake up.

His whole body was tense in those days, tense in fear.

Until Haiyi said she had their children, at that moment, he couldn't help crying.

He thought, with the children, the painting would survive.

Her heart is so good, how can she leave her child behind.

But he was still afraid. If she didn't wake up, what should he do?

He kept at the edge of the bed, almost did not dare to close his eyes, he spoke in the ear of Qiao Liuhua every day.

He didn't know how long he said it. He's still hoarse now.

It's a sleep. It's much better.

Qiao Liuhua looks at gong xi's cold head, which is constantly eating vegetables. His eyes are shining.

He didn't look up, as if he was in a bit of a bad mood.

Joe is thinking, is he crying?

In her sleepy days, gong xi seems to have cried.

Qiao Liuhua thought of the cold palace stream, and her heart ached. She couldn't help but care about his mood.

She held the chopsticks in her hand and didn't eat for a long time. She took a deep breath and said, "if you think it's delicious, you can make these dishes later." Gong xi Leng hears this sentence, suddenly looks up, he can't believe the literal meaning.

She is Is she willing to stay with Haizu, stay with him, and cook for him?

Gong xi looked at Qiao Liu's face carefully and nervously, "Hua'er, you Would you like to stay with the sea people? "

"If I said to let you free me, would you?"

Gong xi's cold mouth raised a bitter arc. He shook his head and said bitterly, "paint, you are my life. You know, I won't let you go, unless you kill me, I still can't let you go."

He knew in his own heart how deep his love for Hua'er was, and he was suppressing such a strong emotion.

He is afraid that it will burst out and frighten the painting.

After all, he was wrong with her.

Qiao Liuhua sighed: "you are the father of the child, I will not leave the sea people."

In this sentence, Qiao Liuhua is equivalent to telling Gong Xilin that she stays here. She knows that Gong Xilin doesn't dare to believe this, so she adds children, which is more convincing.