Tyrant Pampering Wife Diary

33

Snow has been falling for several days in a row, sometimes large and small, sometimes mixed with violent winds. In these days, Li Xiao only went out once in total, and most of the other time he nested with him in the inner room to discuss the secret of having children.

This morning, Song Song couldn't hold it up. When Li Xiao was unable to prepare, he wrapped himself into silkworm babies directly with a quilt. In this case, Li Xiao was really not easy to peel.

He lay on the bed with only one head, and looked back without looking at Li Xiao. The latter sat by the bed and said, "Won't you eat?"

Song Songzhuang didn't hear. Judging from Li Xiao's performance and speech during these few days of discussion, he found that it was because he felt that he could not do something between his words and annoyed Li Xiao. He saw that the man cared about this. Degree, also convinced the man's perseverance.

At this moment, if he came out to eat from the quilt, he would definitely be eaten and wiped clean when he came back. Song Song really couldn't stand it.

"Song'er?" Li Xiao stretched out his hand when he didn't speak, and even took the quilt to hug him over. Song Song's bruised body was soft in the quilt, and his eyes had to face him. He said: "I don't hungry."

His throat was still dumb, to be precise, almost nothing had happened in the past few days.

Not to mention going out, he hardly even got out of the bed, just like a cripple, hugged him over to Li Xiao.

"Song'er admires the king's ambitions, why did he pull his hind legs now?"

He definitely laughed from Li Xiao's voice, Song Song held back, and the exposed face was kissed thinly by him, and he flicked back and forth, "Songer?"

"Song'er didn't want to talk to the prince." Song Song's voice was low, with a faint grievance. After that day, he also questioned whether Li Xiao would be so courageous if he ate the "Xiandan", but the man said nothing. After studying the book with him for a day and a night, Song Song was squeezed out of the last drop of juice halfway through. He really just wanted to rest. He didn't just hurt him, there, there, there, there was a lot of pain.

"Snow stopped today." Li Xiao kissed the tears in the corner of his eyes and said, "Take Song'er out for fun, don't you go?"

"Songer doesn't want to go, Songer wants to sleep."

Li Xiao leaned against his forehead and chuckled, saying, "Alright, take a good rest, this king has to go to the big camp today to see."

Song Song nodded and was put back by him. The silkworm twitched her body with difficulty, and was about to spread the quilt, but found that the closed bed was pulled back again, facing her eyes, and Li Xiao teased a little in her eyes: "Come back to eat with Ai Fei at night ."

Song Song's face was slightly pale, and he watched the bed close again, suddenly turned his head, and stared at the'Secret of the Son' on the pillow with a grudge.

He lay with his eyes closed for a while, and when he was sure that Li Xiao had gone out, he struggled to get out of the quilt, wrapped his clothes, grabbed the book and got out of bed, and then threw it directly into the stove.

He kept staring at the book as it was completely burnt to ashes, then fiddled with the charcoal fire, turned around and wrapped his clothes back to the inner room, and the people served looked at each other.

Song Song finally fell asleep.

It wasn't because of the movement behind him that he woke up this time. He opened his eyes and touched it subconsciously, slightly relieved. When he noticed that the Wuzhang Temple cried out, he got up and ordered someone to eat something.