Sheng Qinghong reached out and took the soup bowl and spoon from her hand, then brought it to her mouth and coaxed softly, "Be good, take a few sips, so that you won't always be exhausted."

"I don't have the strength..." Mu Qing blurted out without even thinking about it. After seeing his ambiguous eyes, her face turned red and she punched him hard in the chest. This bad guy actually made fun of him.

she.

What does it mean to always have no strength? It's not because he was tossing her around, otherwise she would definitely be full of energy.

Thinking about the past two nights, she really wanted to kick him out. A man who had tasted the sweetness really couldn't afford to hurt him!

"Kang'er, it hurts..." Sheng Qinghong put down the soup bowl and spoon and said with a frown.

Mu Qing looked at him crazily, she would not be fooled.

Sheng Qinghong's hand was still covering his chest, his eyebrows furrowed deeper, and his face gradually turned pale.

"You, you really have chest pain?" Mu Qingkuang straightened up after seeing his expression change, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes. His heart had just changed, and although he was no different from a normal person now,

She was always a little worried in her heart.

Sheng Qinghong took a breath and smiled, "It doesn't hurt."

The more relaxed he said it, the more worried Mu Qingkuang felt. She stretched out her hands to take off his clothes. She wanted to take a look.

"Kang'er, what are you doing? Don't act recklessly in broad daylight..." Sheng Qinghong grabbed his clothes tightly, as if he had met a female gangster.

Looking at his appearance, Mu Qingkuang was a little bit dumbfounded.

"Don't move, let me take a look." Mu Qing said forcefully, pulling down his hands and taking off his clothes.

Mu Qingkuang, who was concentrating on the matter, naturally did not see Sheng Qinghong's slightly raised lips.

Mu Qing pulled off Sheng Qinghong's clothes and looked at his chest. She saw a faint red mark there. She reached out and touched it gently, frowning and saying, "Does it hurt?"

Sheng Qinghong held her hand tightly, curled his lips and smiled, "Fool, it doesn't hurt."

"Don't lie to me." Mu Qingkuang looked up at him, she didn't want him to hide her.

Sheng Qinghong stretched out his hand and gently scraped her nose. He knew what she was worried about, so he assured her, "I just lied to you. Although the heart occasionally hurt in the days after it was transplanted, it no longer hurts recently."

, so you can rest assured that nothing will happen to your husband again, huh?"

Mu Qing glared at him and said in a deep voice, "Don't lie to me with the excuse of being distressed again. Your heart is what I'm most worried about."

"I'm sorry, I will never scare you again, so now you just drink the soup, okay?" Sheng Qinghong picked up the soup bowl again.

Mu Qingkuang lay in his arms, wrinkled her nose and said coquettishly, "I don't want to drink, if I drink any more I will turn into a pig."

"I would like it even if I turned into a pig."

"I still won't drink." Mu Qing said with a smile after hearing this.

"You really don't want to drink?"

"I won't drink." He said in a very determined tone.

"Then let's do something meaningful."

"What's up?"

Sheng Qinghong lowered his head and kissed her tenderly on the lips, hugged her and stood up. If Mu Qingkuang didn't understand the meaningful thing he said at this time, then he was a pig.

"I, I'll drink..." Mu Qingkuang hurriedly pulled him. Rather than having sex with him in broad daylight, she would rather drink soup!

After seeing that she was obedient, Sheng Qinghong pulled up his clothes and fed her spoonful by spoonful to drink the entire bowl of soup.
Chapter completed!