High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 771

Porridge.

It was Yang Moyan who cooked it himself.

In order to be more delicate and soft, I am afraid of hurting the boy's wound again.

As soon as Yang Moyan entered the kitchen, he drove out the cooks who wanted to panic or help out.

But a bowl of porridge.

But he did it for an hour.

when coming out.

The bowl of porridge was indeed very delicate and soft.

Basically, it is almost the same as that of water.

Yang Moyan didn't need a bowl anymore.

I brought a cup directly, and after everything was inside, I took a straw and put it in, and waited until the temperature was almost the same before I took it upstairs.

Lin Zhaoxia upstairs was still sleeping.

The phone in my hand has been set, so the screen is still on.

This is what Yang Moyan saw when he opened the door and entered.

He hooked his lower lip involuntarily.

His eyes fell on the mobile phone in the boy's hand, and he took it.

But he saw something on the boy's phone page at a glance.

: Is it self-inflicted?If I knew today, why bother?

It is such a sentence.

All of a sudden, Young Master Yang's eyes were covered with a layer of cold.

He glanced at the ID: I'm also sick.

The thin lips were pulled down, and he smiled coolly.

Is it a forum?

well.

Turning off the boy's cell phone and putting it on the bedside, Yang Moyan looked nonchalant again when facing the boy.

Gently pushed the boy's arm, and called out in a low voice, "Wake up, eat something."

Lin Zhaoxia didn't sleep too hard.

After a few calls, he shook his eyelashes and opened his eyes.

After rubbing it with her hands, she propped herself up and sat up.

His eyes fell, and at the same time he saw the cup of something that Young Master Yang was holding in his hand.

She raised her eyebrows.

Realizing what the young man might say, Yang Moyan stretched out his hand.

Lin Zhaoxia dropped her fingertips: What is that cup?milk?

Such words made Yang Moyan look down at the cup he was holding, "It's porridge."

Lin Zhaoxia:? ? ?

Porridge? ?

It's like water.

As a result, Young Master Yang told her very seriously at this time.

Is it porridge?

What an international joke.

Her eyebrows raised again and again.

It could be seen that the young man didn't believe it, so Yang Moyan handed over the cup in his hand, "Drink it and you'll know."

The corners of Lin Zhaoxia's lips twitched, and then pursed again.

Looking at the cup that was said to be porridge, it looked like water, and looked at something similar to milk... Lin Zhaoxia really had a complicated face, a face of resistance, and even a face of not wanting to drink it!
But Yang Moyan didn't expect the boy to take it.

Just holding the cup like that, the straw leaned over, "I have to eat, be obedient."

Lin Zhaoxia...Lin Zhaoxia wanted to disappear on the spot!

I just want to say forgive me...

But these are impossible.

The fingertips froze and froze, and the corners of the lips froze and froze.

However, Young Master Yang had a face that could not be refused.

Tangled and complicated for a long time.

finally……

Lin Zhaoxia still bit her lips and took a shallow sip.

The temperature is right.

It's really like water.

But it can be tasted, this is indeed rice porridge.

But that's too much.

Lin Zhaoxia really couldn't help pulling the corners of her lips after taking a sip.

It's really beyond words.

How long did this last?

Didn't mutter out poison ==
Seeing that, he took a shallow sip, and the young man stared at the cup of porridge in a daze, and his beautiful bright eyes straightened.

Yang Moyan couldn't help bringing the straw closer to the boy's lips.

(End of this chapter)