Song Wuyou's face was pale, but her skin was delicate and fair.
Looking at it like this, it is transparently white, with a hint of morbid beauty.
Thinking of her being seriously injured in a car accident and falling off the horse before she fully recovered, Gu Yanhao felt extremely distressed.
Gu Yanhao put the food box on the bedside table and sat down.
He stared at her intently, her pale face was not covered with any makeup, but it was even more beautiful than makeup.
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. The powder on her face was thick and colorful, which was extremely ugly.
Second, he didn't observe her carefully before, and when he saw her heavily made-up face, he felt sick.
Now, without any powder, she looks much better than before.
Obviously you can please others with your face, but you have to die and paint your face so that it doesn't look good.
It is a waste to put makeup on such a pretty face.
Gu Yanhao stretched out his hand, wanting to touch this fair and beautiful face.
Just as Shin was about to touch her, he suddenly thought of something and stopped.
His hand was in mid-air, looking into Song Wuyou's eyes, a little dazed.
After condensing for a few seconds, he finally took his hand back.
As soon as he retracted his hand, Song Wuyou opened his eyes.
"When did you come back?"
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a big living person sitting here. Song Wuyou's clear eyes quickly passed through a trace of guard 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 looked at him in surprise upon hearing this.
He is dignified and cares about the youngest of the family, packing
What kind of picture is it like to dress noble, have a noble status, and carry a takeaway food box
The return rate must be high, right
"What porridge?" Song Wuyou asked.
In fact, she was a little hungry.
Just as Gu Yanhao and Mu Gu left, the doctor came to check her body.
Said she could have some light meals.
She was still thinking about ordering takeaway after sleeping.
"Millet porridge, very fragrant." Gu Yanhao could easily lift Song Wuyou up with one arm.
millet porridge…
Song Wuyou liked to eat millet cakes in his previous life.
"Are you feeding 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 just do it myself." Song Wuyou couldn't adapt to his sudden kindness to him for a while.
"Why are you here?" Gu Yanhao looked at her hand with plaster with interest.
Song Wuyou followed his gaze and glanced at his injured hand.
Oh, this hand, when will it be healed
Seeing that she didn't retort, Gu Yanhao curled his lips in satisfaction, revealing a charming smile.
"Mu Gu went back?" Song Wuyou asked.
"En." Gu Yanhao responded lightly, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew the porridge, and brought it to Song Wuyou's mouth.
Song Wuyou opened his mouth, and imported the porridge, and the aroma of porridge filled his entire mouth.
"It smells so good." Song Wuyou pursed his lips and said with a light smile.
"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 delicious, and Song Wuyou was hungry, so he finished eating it in a short while.
After feeding her, Gu Yanhao stayed with her in the ward.
She sleeps, he sleeps with her, and watches TV with her.
In the blink of an eye, it was night.
Hehe, it's night and here comes the problem.