Bo Siyu was stunned.

Did he let her bear his anger every day?

There are some things that you may not even feel.

Qiao Youxia is not a nonsense person. If she says this, there must be a reason for it.

Bo Siyu hugged her in panic and said nervously: "Xia Xia, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be angry, okay? I came back early today, but you were not here. I slept for a while and you still didn't wake up, so I started to feel anxious. Don't be angry, okay? I didn't mean to be angry."

Qiao Youxia stood in his arms, smelled the smell of his body, felt his uneasy heartbeat, and tears fell down.

He is always so cautious that he can't even argue.

How would she give such a Bo Siyu to hurt her?

Bo Siyu hugged Qiao Youxia, but slowly, he felt a little wet in his chest.

He quickly let go of Qiao Youxia, raised her head, and saw her face full of tears.

Bo Siyu's heart suddenly became tangled, and he wiped her tears in a hurry, and said in panic: "Xia Xia, what's wrong with you? Is it because I'm so angry with you? Don't be angry, okay... Cough cough cough cough cough!"

Before he could finish his words, he couldn't help coughing.

Qiao Youxia looked at his coughing and his face turned red, but in the end, she still couldn't make up her mind to start a fight with him.

He couldn't make arguing like this. The more angry she was, the more guilt he felt and apologized to her.

Isn't there seven days left?

Qiao Youxia wiped off her tears, sniffed, and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get angry at you. I came back late because I went to the hospital to ask about your condition. The doctor also said that your illness would be cured. I was a little irritable. It's not your problem. Don't think too much."

It turned out that I came back late because I went to the hospital.

But she wasn't the one who was so angry that she wanted to cry because of a cold.

Bo Siyu felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't find any reason for it.

He looked at her red eyes with distress, kissed her and said, "It's just a small cold, sometimes it's a slow and slow. This is not a terminal illness. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

It's almost like a terminal illness.

Qiao Xia nodded, put down her bag, took off her coat and went into the kitchen. Looking at the dark dishes in the pot, she stirred for a few moments and said, "What are you doing?"

“…”

He was angry while she didn't come back, and then he thought about cooking for her.

Bo Siyu looked at the appearance in the pot and was embarrassed to say that he was cooking.

I clearly saw her cooking, but it was quite simple. Why did it come to me? It either knocked over this or burned me?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qiao Youxia probably knew something.

She helplessly dumped a pot of dark insight into the trash can and asked for his advice: "What do you want to eat?"

"Do you want to make it for me?"

"I'm saying this, don't I make it every day? Who will I give you food for?" Qiao Youxia asked back.

Bo Siyu raised the corner of his mouth, hugged her from behind and said, "I will eat whatever you cook, and everything you cook is delicious."

Qiao Youxia smiled and said gently: "I remember you like to eat dumplings. Will I make dumplings for you?"

"But it seems very slow, I don't want you to work so hard."

"It doesn't matter."
Chapter completed!