To You, My Beloved

Gu Qingcheng struggled for a while, and seeing Tang Shi still looking like he didn't even bother to look at the porridge, he continued without giving up: If you don't eat it, the porridge will be cold.

When Tang Shi heard this sentence, he tried his best to suppress the smile that wanted to appear on his lips. If you give him a little sunshine, he will be brilliant, and if he is given a little flood, he will flood. It was really vividly interpreted, and his whole face was actually a fake one. He looked impatient after being persuaded by Gu Qingcheng.

Ever since Gu Qingcheng became sensible, she had indeed always been kind to Tang Shi, but that kind of kindness was never forced.

For example, when she was in college, there was a flu epidemic in the school. She was afraid that he would be infected, so she brewed a cup of isatis root for him to drink. He didn't like taking medicine, so he frowned and refused without even thinking. She was afraid that if she forced him to drink it, he would be unhappy, so she poured out the cup of isatis root without saying a word.

She had always known that if this man didn't want to do something, others couldn't force him to do it.

At this time, a layer of displeasure appeared on his face. If he kept urging him to drink medicinal porridge, he might be unhappy.

Moreover, last night, he and she had already had an unpleasant incident...

Gu Qingcheng's reason told her that it was best to follow Tang Shi's wishes and give the medicinal porridge directly to Mrs. Zhang and let him take medicine and rest. However, when she thought of his fever that had not gone away, her Her heart was in a state of confusion, always thinking of letting him eat the porridge so that she could feel at ease.

Gu Qingcheng bit her lower lip, lowered her eyes, stared at the bowl in her hand, and fell into hesitation.

Tang Shi had always kept his ears open, listening to the surrounding environment, but who knew that now there was no sound at all, and he couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy in his heart.

Was she ready to give up caring about his body when she saw the impatience on his face?

He had experienced so many storms and waves, but at this moment, he felt nervous in his heart.

The whole room was eerily quiet, and the atmosphere gradually became weird.

Mrs. Zhang moved her lips and broke the tranquility: Master Shi, if you don't want to eat the medicinal porridge because it tastes pungent, then I'll make it for you now.

Tang Shi finally heard someone speaking, but it was not Gu Qingcheng's voice. He was slightly disappointed and no longer in the slightest mood. He complained about Mrs. Zhang's talkativeness just like he did just now. He just closed his eyes motionlessly and pretended not to hear. appearance.

Even though the man was sick, when he was in a bad mood, he still had an innate coldness that permeated his body.

What Gu Qingcheng was most afraid of was detecting this coldness from Tang Shi's body, because it was a symbol of his unhappiness and he could burst into great anger at any time.

Gu Qingcheng glanced at Mrs. Zhang subconsciously. Mrs. Zhang also looked at a loss and shook her head at her.

Gu Qingcheng understood that Mrs. Zhang meant that she should give up persuasion.

Gu Qingcheng shook the bowl in her hand vigorously and bit her lower lip even harder. She secretly raised her eyelids, looked at the man with a frosty face, and then waved to Mrs. Zhang: Sister-in-law Zhang.”

When Tang Shi heard these five words, a bitter smile appeared in his heart.