Chapter 120: At night, the problem is coming.

Song Wushou is pale, but her skin is delicate and fair.
Look at it like this, white is transparent, there is a morbid beauty.
When she thought that her car accident had not fully recovered and she fell down from the horseback, Gu Yu was very distressed.
Gu Yu put the food box in the bedside table and sat down.
He looked at her intently, his pale face, not a little bit of powder, but even better than the grease.
Looking at it, Gu Yu feels that Song is no worries. He has seen the best-looking woman since his life.
In the past, he did not have a chance to see her true face.
First, she made herself a heavy makeup, the powder on her face, playing thick, colorful, and ugly.
Second, he did not carefully observe her before, and felt sick when she saw her face with heavy makeup.
Now, she doesn't apply any powder, but it looks much better than before.
Obviously, you can rely on your face to please others, but you must die and paint your face.
It is a waste to make such a beautiful face makeup.
Gu Yu reached out and wanted to touch this beautiful face.
Shen just wants to touch her, suddenly thought of something, and lived.
His hand, squatting in the air, watching Song's worry-free eyes, some embarrassing.
After a few seconds of deep condensation, I finally got my hand back.
His hand had just been withdrawn, and Song opened his eyes without worry.
"When did you come back?"
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a big living man sitting here, Song’s clear eyes, and quickly walked through a defense and vigilance.
"just came back."
"..."
Gu Yu took the food box and his voice was low. "Hungry? I packed you a porridge."
"..." Song listened with no worries and looked at him with amazement.
He is a big family, packed?
What kind of picture is the dress, the distinguished and noble, and the take-away food box?
The rate of return is definitely high?
"What porridge?" Song asked without worry.
In fact, she is a little hungry.
Gu Yu and Mu Gu just left, the doctor came over and checked her body.
Said she can eat some light meals.
She still thought, when she slept, she called a takeaway.
"Millet porridge, very fragrant." Gu Yu can easily lift Song Wushou with one arm.
Millet porridge...
Song Wuyou was very fond of eating millet cakes.
"Do you feed me again?" Song was worried and looked at Gu Yu.
Gu Yan raised his eyebrows, and Jun’s face was a smile. "Can't you?"
"I will come by myself." Song Wuyou will be unable to adapt to his sudden good for himself.
"How come you?" Gu Yu looked at her gypsum hand with interest.
Song Wushou followed his gaze and glanced at his injured hand.
Hey, this hand, when is it good?
Seeing that she did not refute again, Gu Yu sat back with satisfaction, showing a charming smile.
"Is she went back?" Song asked without worry.
"Yeah." Gu Yu faintly sighed, took a spoonful of porridge, and after blowing it, sent it to Song Wushou.
Song Wuyou opened his mouth, the porridge was imported, and the porridge was full of mouth.
"Good fragrance." Song Wuxiu hooked his lips and smiled lightly.
"Take it up."
Song Wuyou looked at the bowl of Gu Yu Duan in his hand.
Not very big, even if the porridge is full, but after eating, no problem.
The millet porridge is really fragrant, plus Song is worry-free and hungry, and after a while, it is finished.
After feeding her, Gu Yu stayed in the ward to accompany her.
She slept, he slept with her, watched TV and watched with her.
Time flies, it is at night.
Oh, at night, the problem is coming.