Although the atmosphere group did a good job, it still couldn't solve the problem from the essence of this matter. Song porridge was better for a while, and soon it started to hurt again.
When He Junlin and Yan Haoxiang came back with the thermos cup, they saw the Song porridge rolling around in pain in Ma Jiaqi's arms at first sight, and they instantly felt that their hearts were being pulled up.
Looking around, the family farce of the pink hair dryer on one side, the big gecko on the other side vividly interprets how to climb the wall, but it seems to have little effect.
Yan Haoxiang put the thermal insulation bucket on the table, and then He Junlin used a bowl to divide them all. The bowl of Song porridge was the largest, and it was probably enough for Zhang Zhenyuan to eat.
The few of them stopped and sat down and lay down, but Song Yaxuan was still there and stuck on the bed. It happened that Song porridge had improved a little, and when he rolled to the side, he was held firmly in his arms.
Feeling the girl's waist and limbs, Song Yaxuan finally freed himself from the seal of his gecko, staring brightly at Song porridge, unable to tell if he was acting like a spoiled child or what.
However, his smile was really contagious, and the Song porridge was not noisy or noisy in his arms like this, as if the pain had completely disappeared.
songzhouzhouXuan Xuan is a gecko warrior!
The girl who had regained some vitality excitedly stretched out her small hand, but it was wrapped by Song Yaxuan's long-awaited palm, and then her body was supported up by him.
Of course, the rest of the people were unwilling to see this scene. What were they doing? Their real-life version of Peppa Pig played for so long, and in the end, Song Porridge only remembered Song Yaxuan's sentence "I sei big gecko"?
songyaxuanYou, you are not tired, are you?
Song Yaxuan flicked the brain of Song porridge, but the little girl immediately took a peek at Zhang Zhenyuan, and the latter immediately felt uneasy.
Sure enough... I saw Song Porridge imitating He Junlin's Zhang Zhenyuan material, touching the place where he was knocked on by Song Yaxuan's knuckles, and murmured softly.
songzhouzhouAh... I'm so smart...
"Pfft," everyone except Zhang Zhenyuan himself took a tacit peek at the founder of this sentence - Xiao Zhang Zhang.
Liu Yaowen patted his forehead wildly and imitated shyly.
liuyaowenOh my brain is wide.
Zhang Zhenyuan gave him a hammer, and then came to the side of Song porridge, which he buried his head in Ma Jiaqi's arms and did not want to face. He glanced at Ma Jiaqi, and Ma Jiaqi immediately transferred the Song porridge to him.
He fished Song porridge into his arms with one hand and shoved the bowl of red bean soup to her. Song porridge looked at the bowl in his hand that was bigger than his face and swallowed.
zhangzhenyuanWhat, are you still a picky eater?
Unfortunately, Zhang Zhenyuan looked at her with a "smile" on his face, Song porridge hesitated for a moment, and finally drank some.
The red bean soup was sweet but not greasy, warm and hot, just enough to warm her stomach. But she really couldn't drink the remaining half of the bowl, so she immediately softened in front of Zhang Zhenyuan.
songzhouzhouBrother Zhang, please, please...
Song porridge handed him the bowl obediently.
zhangzhenyuanCan't drink anymore?
Song Congee immediately nodded, looked at Zhang Zhenyuan and shook his head pampered, put her down, then took the bowl in her hand, and drank it.
Song porridge put his hands together and regained its former vitality.
songzhouzhouThank you Brother Zhang! I'm going to die if I drink any more!
Zhang Zhenyuan leaned close to Song porridge's ear, and recently intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against the pinna of Song porridge, and then said with a voice that only the two of them could hear.
zhangzhenyuanDidn't you last that night? Then when the porridge period is over, let's do it again, okay?
