Chapter 120, It's Night, Here Comes the Problem

Song Wuyou's face was pale, but her skin was delicate and fair.

Looking at it like this, it is white and transparent, with a morbid beauty.

Gu Yanhao felt extremely distressed when she thought that she had not fully recovered from the car accident and fell off the horse.

Gu Yanhao put the food box on the bedside table and sat down.

He stared at her intently, pale face, no powder applied, but it looked better than powder.

Looking at it, Gu Yanhao felt that Song Wuyou was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Before, he had no chance to see her true face clearly.

One, it was she who put on heavy makeup on herself, and the powder on her face was thick and colorful, and it was extremely ugly.

Second, he didn't observe her carefully before, and when he saw her heavily make-up face, he felt sick.

Now, she doesn't apply any powder and looks much better than before.

Obviously you can use your face to please others, but you have to kill yourself and paint your face inappropriate.

Putting makeup on such a pretty face is a waste.

Gu Yanhao stretched out his hand, wanting to touch this fair and beautiful face.

Just as Shen was about to touch her, he suddenly thought of something and stopped.

His hand froze in the air, looking at Song Wuyou's eyes, a little dazed.

After condensing for a few seconds, he finally retracted his hand.

As soon as his hand was withdrawn, Song Wuyou opened his eyes.

"When did you come back?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a large living person sitting here, Song Wuyou's clear eyes quickly passed a touch of precaution and vigilance.

"just came back."

"..."

Gu Yanhao took the food box and said in a low voice, "Are you hungry? I packed porridge for you."

"..." Song Wuyou heard and looked at him in surprise.

He is dignified to take care of the family, packing?

What kind of picture is it when you dress with dignity, your status is honorable, and you carry a takeaway food box?

There must be a high rate of return, right?

"What kind of porridge?" Song Wuyou asked.

Actually, she was a little hungry.

Gu Yanhao and Mu Gu had just left when the doctor came to examine her body.

Said she could eat some light meals.

She also thought about ordering takeout after a nap.

"Millet porridge, very fragrant." Gu Yanhao could easily lift Song Wuyou up with just one arm.

millet porridge...

Song Wuyou liked to eat millet cakes in her previous life.

"You feed me again?" Song Wuyou raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yanhao.

Gu Yanhao raised his eyebrows with a smile on his handsome face, "Can't you?"

"I'll do it myself." Song Wuyou was temporarily unable to adapt to his sudden kindness to him.

"Why are you here?" Gu Yanhao looked at her plastered hand with interest.

Song Wuyou followed his gaze and glanced at his injured hand.

Oh, this hand, when will it be good?

Seeing that she didn't refute any more, Gu Yanhao hooked her lips in satisfaction, revealing a charming smile.

"Mu Gu went back?" Song Wuyou asked.

"Yeah." Gu Yanhao responded lightly, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, froze it, and brought it to Song Wuyou's mouth.

Song Wuyou opened his mouth, the porridge was imported, and the fragrance of the porridge suddenly filled his mouth.

"It smells so good." Song Wuyou hooked his lips and chuckled.

"Eat it."

Song Wuyou glanced at the bowl that Gu Yanhao was holding in his hand.

It's not very big, even if the porridge is full, it's okay to finish it.

The millet porridge was really fragrant, and Song Wuyou was hungry, and after a while, he finished eating.

After feeding her, Gu Yanhao stayed in the ward to accompany her.

She slept, he slept with him, and watched TV with her.

In the blink of an eye, it was night.

Oh, at night, the problem came.