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Chapter 15

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When she woke up, her man was already in the bed, a hard bed, a rough pillow, but it was enough to relax her tired body and mind.

You should sleep for a while, the neighbors said you haven't slept for three days. He Yuanqing sat beside the bed, with a little stubble on her face and a little black ashes, and was quietly looking at her.

She twisted for a moment and wanted to get up, but her body was soft and she didn't have much strength. She hesitated and said: Mr. He...that money...

He pressed her shoulder and asked her to lie back and said: I have paid you back, so please rest with peace of mind.

She closed her eyes and whispered: I...it may take a long time to return it to you. I can't afford it now.

He said softly: It's okay, no matter how long you wait, you can return it to me again, take a rest, I'm making porridge, when I can drink it, I'll call you

She turned her head inside, preventing him from seeing her current face, and said softly, as if you would appear as soon as I sighed.

He rubbed her head, stop thinking about it, rest

The bowl of porridge was too thick and had a strange smell. I don’t know what I put in the wrong thing. Even if my grandmother is not picky and stingy, she will pour it out without hesitation when drinking this bowl of porridge.

But she finished drinking, and she didn't drink a drop.

Looking at his dark face because of using the stove, the porridge in his mouth was indescribable.