Chapter 750

Luo Luo, who woke up at six o'clock in the morning, fell asleep again for some indescribable reasons, and didn't wake up until 12 o'clock at noon.

Beside the ink cold engine has got up, a large spare place beside the bed, the sheets are cold, it seems that ink cold engine has been away for some time.

Luo Luo moved her body slightly, and there was a strong pain in her waist. She suddenly took a cold breath, and her face became twisted because of the pain.

"Click."

The door of the bedroom was pushed open from the outside, and Mo Leng came in with a tray. There were two small white porcelain bowls on the tray. There was still heat in the bowls, and a strong fragrance floated in constantly.

Lolo wrinkled his nose and couldn't help taking two strong breaths.

After a while, she finally put her eyes on Mo lengqing. She pointed to the small white porcelain bowl on the tray: "what is this? It smells good. I always feel like I'm very familiar with it. "

Mo lengqing didn't answer. He strode over and came with a tray. He put the tray on the bedside table and gently took out the small porcelain bowl. Luo Luo saw clearly what was in the small porcelain bowl.

There are several leaves floating in the turbid soup. It seems that the soup should be made with something. It is very turbid, but it makes people have the desire to swallow.

"Goo Goo..."

Luo Luo heard his stomach constantly calling, it seems that after seeing the bowl of soup in front of him, he felt even more hungry.

"What kind of soup is this?" she asked again

"Fish soup." Mo Leng Qing's eyes inadvertently swept over Luo Luo Luo's belly without hesitation. The speech is also very concise, voice, tone, without any procrastination.

Luo Luo didn't notice anything unusual, nodded, stretched out his hand and wanted to take the small porcelain bowl from Mo lengqing's hand, but he avoided it.

"Why? Don't you make me drink? "Luo Luo Leng Leng, looking at Mo Leng Qing, suddenly the willow eyebrows stand up, the expression is some fierce, and some cute, the face seems to be a pair of if he doesn't give himself a reasonable explanation, he will never give up so easily.

Mo Leng Qing's expression is light, and still does not move like a mountain.

He took the spoon, slowly stirred it twice in the small porcelain bowl, and then slowly scooped up a spoon to Luo Luo's lips. His voice was gentle and low, as if he was coaxing a child: "come on, open your mouth."

Luo Luo

After his face twisted quickly, Luo Luo immediately started. He took two deep breaths to suppress his desire to beat the man in front of him. Then he turned his head slowly and said seriously: "I have my own hands, both of them are good."

So if you prepare this bowl of soup for me, then give it to me. I will drink it myself.

Luo Luo has always scorned and despised the pretentious drama in which a minor illness in a TV play needs someone else's medicine.

So how could she allow this kind of plot to happen to her?

"Dear, open your mouth." Mo lengqing's tone is lighter, and his eyes are more gentle and warm.

Luo Luo's heart beat rhythm some uncontrollably disordered, then, supernatural, she opened her mouth.