Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

At this moment, Long Xiaoyu was sitting cross-legged, with a beautiful expression, and the contours of the facial features were expensive and cold and proud, as impeccable as a god.

Seeing such a scene, I suddenly thought about the incident of being besieged by three women not long ago. Mu Ziling hummed and snorted. If he was unhappy, he would just pout his mouth and walk away. Passed.

Mu Ziling walked over without looking at Long Xiaoyu, and directly placed the food that was in the star system on a square table next to it.

Although Long Xiaoyu wasn't squinting, she seemed to be fully absorbed in meditation, but Mu Ziling had been out for so long, and he kept his eyes on the outside movement.

It wasn't until Long Ziyu's heart breathed a sigh of relief until there was a sound of door opening again and again, and Mu Ziling appeared in the corner of his eyes.

However, in the corner of his eyes, he clearly saw his own little girl crossed the screen, and then the moment he saw him was like a little daughter-in-law who was aggrieved outside, pouting and glaring at him resentfully. .

Then approached now, she didn't even look at him.

Long Xiaoyu stared at Mu Ziling's back to his back for a moment, because a moment ago, the renewed anger in his heart uttered a faint sign on the handsome face full of looming fine crystal waterdrops.

"I have eaten." Mu Ziling tepidly left a sentence.

On the other hand, she already had a bowl of fragrant bird's nest lean meat porridge, which was still smelling hot.

Long Xiaoyu did not speak, but her eyes were involuntarily attracted to the past by Mu Ziling.

A bowl of porridge that seems to be ordinary, but full of colors and fragrances, makes the index finger move.

Smelling the scent of the lingering pregnant water, Long Xiaoyu knew that it must have been made by his family Mu Mu himself, and he had done it for him.

It's great that his woman cooked porridge for him.

Thinking of this, Long Xiaoyu's heart that had just relieved a lot of pain suddenly seemed to be irrigated by Gan Lin Yulu, and suddenly felt full of joy.

What Mu Mu made in his family, even if it was unpalatable, would be the best delicious food in the world.

He must eat all that left.

Long Xiaoyu stared at the steaming porridge and steamed fish on the square wooden table, and couldn't help oozing a touching smile from the corner of her mouth, and her heart made up her mind.

Mu Ziling also turned his back to Long Xiaoyu, and did not see the man sitting behind in bed smirking, not to mention the childish psychological activities in his heart.

I saw at this moment, I heard Mu Ziling's unpleasant greeting, but knew that her porridge was boiled by her own hands, and her mood suddenly became beautiful, His Royal Highness King, changed her elegant posture, leaned lazily on the bedside, wait Come over Mu Ziling.

But who knows, Long Xiaoyu just sat down, and then pretended to be a cowardly person who had recovered from a serious illness, waiting for Mu Ziling to come and feed--

I saw Mu Ziling holding the bowl of porridge, then facing away from him, sitting on an ancient sandalwood chair ‘farthest away’ from him, immersing himself in the air while eating with relish.

"..." Long Xiaoyu's face suddenly turned black.

But then, Long Xiaoyu thought that his family could not be hungry, and waited for a while, when she was full, he would not be too late.

Therefore, His Royal Highness King, who has been holding a beautiful mood, watched Mu Ziling eating slowly, without waiting impatiently.

After eating a bowl, I filled another bowl ...

From beginning to end, Mu Ziling didn't look at Long Xiaoyu and drank slowly and slowly.

But she knew that there was a pair of burning eyes behind her.

If this was to be done before, Mu Ziling would definitely not be able to stand being held up by the evildoers, but now she is not afraid of him, let alone being seen by him.

Instead, the more he looked at her, the more she ate.

So, hungry all night and half a day, three bowls of hot bird's nest lean pork congee, Mu Ziling was already full.

After eating and eating, Mu Ziling gave a full meal without any image, then touched his swollen belly, stood up, and opened his chair.

Looking at this scene pleasingly, Long Xiaoyu looked as usual, but in his heart he was drowned and satisfied.

His Mumu is the best looking anyway, the most rare for him ...

At this moment, Mu Ziling turned around and glanced at the square table beside the bed, except that she brought three bowls to restore the still-heated porridge, and she frowned slightly.

Later, Mu Ziling walked over and looked at Long Xiaoyu and asked lightly, "Why don't you eat? Are you hungry?"

Long Xiaoyu raised her head, staring at her blinkingly, not speaking, and the bottom of Rutan's eyes seemed to be aggrieved.

However, Mu Ziling only glanced at him lightly, and waited for a few minutes before he could make a noise. She bent over casually and reached out to the square wooden table.

Seeing this, Long Xiaoyu's eyes crossed a bright smile.

I saw that he moved his body a little, and immediately became the weak and weak look before him, waiting to be fed.

But who knows, Mu Ziling didn't want to feed him porridge at all, but ... she directly returned the half casserole porridge and the steamed fish that had not been moved back to the star system.

Rong was so beautiful at first thinking about eating the porridge that the beloved woman cooks and feeds attentively. At this moment, seeing this scene, Long Xiaoyu also clearly understood ... not only did this woman not feed him, but she also damned He ate.

So this time, His Royal Highness King ’s face was really black, completely black.

When Mu Ziling first stowed the fish and then withdrew the porridge, Long Xiaoyu couldn't sit still.

He grabbed her by the hand, stabilized the casserole, and asked with a discouraged expression, "What are you doing!"

It didn't seem that Long Xiaoyu would suddenly act like a guardian, Mu Ziling froze, and then hummed and laughed in his heart.

Now that I know I'm going to eat, why did I go there early?

I just couldn't bear the tempting taste and watched her eat for so long!

Her heart was defamatory, and Mu Zi's face looked as usual. She blinked, and she took it for granted: "Aren't you not eating? If you don't eat it, I put it away, and go back out and dump."

Hearing that Long Xiaoyu's chest was suddenly filled with resentment anger.

But he did not show up, but grabbed the casserole in Mu Ziling's hands and put it back on the square wooden table.

Subsequently, Long Xiaoyu gave Mu Ziling a vicious look, and then took the result that she had waited for a long time but could not wait, hungry on her stomach, turned her back in an aggrieved state, lay motionless, and ignored her.

Mu Ziling looked at the casserole on the table, and looked at Long Xiaoyu's lonely back with a sense of pique.

For a moment, she didn't know what kind of character she was inexplicably doing with her.

Long Xiaoyu was angry for no reason, but Mu Ziling had no intention of answering him.

Because she went out to cook porridge with good intentions and said nothing, but when she met three women, it should be said. If it was not the evil of the country and the people, she would have to spit any rotten flowers wherever she went.

She hadn't even remembered him, he'd be better, and now somehow he gave her a bad temper.

He has a bad temper, but she has a bad temper too.

As a result, Mu Ziling snorted in his heart, and he was even more unhappy now.

The more he looked at the back of Long Xiaoyu's grievances, Mu Ziling rolled his eyes to the sky with anger and speechlessly, and directly put away the casserole put back on the table.

But I do n’t know. At this moment, Long Xiaoyu, who was facing away from her, seemed to have eyes on her back. When Mu Ziling's fingertips hadn't touched the casserole, there was a dull hum on the bed. Pain.

The sound was small, but it was enough for Mu Ziling to hear it.

However, although it sounded true, Mu Ziling thought it was an illusion. She paused with her hands and raised the pot directly.

however……

"It hurts—" This time it was no longer snoring, but a more real cry.

Mu Ziling frowned subconsciously and turned to look at Long Xiaoyu.

Although he was lying on her side with her back to her at the moment, Mu Ziling, who was standing high at the moment, could see that Long Xiaoyu's handsome face was really twisted because of the pain.

The most important thing is that Mu Ziling also saw a little bit of fine cold sweat that was reflected by the light from that fair skin.

It really hurts!

what happened?

Mu Ziling hesitated suspiciously, and she put down the casserole, and couldn't help but cling to the past: "What happened to you? You ..."

During the conversation, she had eagerly straightened Long Xiaoyu's side.

However, at the fingertips of Mu Ziling, she accidentally touched Long Xiaoyu's skin, and she got stuck instantly when she reached her mouth.

Good ice!

"Long Xiaoyu, do you have a heartache again?" Mu Ziling knew very well that every time Long Xiaoyu's heartache relapsed, his body was as cold as ice.

At the same time, she also learned afterwards that last night, Long Xiaoyu also said that her heart was sore and painful, but her body was as warm as a fire, without any cold feeling.

Last night it was like a fire, now it is like an ice note. What's going on? Mu Ziling was wondering.

It's just that now is not the time for her to think more.

Because Long Xiaoyu only relapsed last night, and now it is recurring ... so often, and still hot and cold, she worried her heart.

When Mu Ziling questioned, Long Xiaoyu replied that he turned his face away and turned his back again, making him more painful.

When did this happen, and how did it get proud again?

If it wasn't for Long Xiaoyu's recurrence and pain, Mu Ziling really wanted to run away and fall out.

At the moment, faced with Xiao Xiaoyu, who was constantly sweating and screaming pain in her mouth, she could only endure her temper and coax with a kind voice: "Hurry up, let me see if you can?"

"Not good ..." Long Xiaoyu murmured.

"You!" Three black lines hung on Mu Ziling's forehead, pressed his temper and patiently asked, "Why is that bad?"

Really, when you meet such a demon, you haven't got angry with him yet, but he directly feels miserable in front of you.

Mu Ziling just felt like he was worried about his life. It didn't take long before he started again.

As Mu Ziling was extremely depressed, Long Xiaoyu's pitiful and pitiful voice came out again: "You're not good."