C4 (1/2)

Liu San nodded, ”After my mother dies, she became my home.”

”I don't care.” Duan Xiaohe laid down straight on her bed, bluntly saying, ”I'm hungry, I want to eat. I'll starve to death if you don't give me something to eat! ”I'm still wearing my wedding dress. Those who wear red will turn into evil spirits, entangling three generations of families …”

”Be quiet, I'll get it for you.”

Just as the Liu San walked out, Duan Xiaohe sat up straight and picked up the bowl of water to look at.

F * ck! How the f * ck was this water a human drank!

The water in the bowl was murky, and some dirt even floated in the air. No wonder her mouth was full of the smell just now. What if you get malaria and you can cure it?

With lingering fear in his heart, he put down the bowl. Liu San sneakily snuck in, and after closing the door, he walked over and took out two sorghum cakes with a silly smile.

”Here, let me warm you up.”

Duan Xiaohe was startled. As she touched it with her hand, it indeed brought a bit of warmth. She thought to herself, 'Does this man have a steamer on her chest? Did she warm it up in such a short time.'

Ye Zichen raised his head to look at the man in front of him. The man looked rough, but he didn't have the temperament of the pretty boy from before. However, his smile was pretty pretty pretty.

The corn was choked with sobs and the sorghum cake didn't feel any better. Before it was pulled, it already felt pain in its chrysanthemum.

Seeing Duan Xiaohe slapping her chest hard again, Liu San passed the water over. Duan Xiaohe snappily snatched the bowl of water and threw it to the side.

”Can you drink this water? I am your wife, how can you be willing to give me such dirty water to drink? ”