Song Meiyue asked softly.

"I told you." Jiang Qi replied.

"How?" Song Meiyue asked curiously.

"Well, I just told her that Aunt Song told me that she wanted to eat your food, and then your sister Yaling went to buy groceries." Jiang Qi said.

Hearing her man's words, Song Meiyue sighed deeply, tried hard to calm down her inner emotions, and then asked leisurely: "How is your waist? Does it still hurt?"

"Well enough."

"I've almost recovered. I'm basically no different from normal people." Jiang Qi put away his mobile phone, sat up from the sofa, gently put this hot and proud body into his arms, and looked at the people nearby.

Aunt Qiao, who was nearby, noticed that her expression was a little sad and asked, "Are you worried?"

Song Meiyue, who was shrinking in the arms of her little man, bit her sexy lips and the words lingered for a long time, then swallowed them back and said softly: "It's nothing. I'm just a little tired."

"Then let's not go. I'll tell your sister Yaling and tell her that you are sick," Jiang Qi said.

"Don't"

"It will disappoint your mother." Song Meiyue pursed her lips, looked at him with watery eyes, stretched out her hand to hook her little husband's neck, and said charmingly: "Kiss me quickly. Just kiss me and I'll be fine.

.”

After a brief kiss,

Song Meiyue broke away from his arms, straightened her clothes and pants that were messed up by him, stared at him with a red face, and said angrily: "You damn ghost. You want to bully me in such a short time. Get up quickly and leave for your house."

Jiang Qi smiled naively and followed Song Meiyue out.

However,

Jiang Qi never imagined what returning home this time would mean.

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