: Itchy heart and greedy mouth

After Feng Tingbei was pushed into the small utility room where he lived by Mu Huan, he listened to Mu Huan's footsteps gradually walking away before he hung up the phone to Gao Ke.

Gao Ke thought he was asking him if the baby supplies were done, so he arranged it, but it wasn't that fast.

Unexpectedly, the eldest son gave him a new task, "I'm injured on my back, go find me some medicine and keep my injury healed."

Gao Ke was surprised, "Why?"

It's a big deal for the young master to be injured, and the injury is not good all the time. Isn't this torture?

"Follow it." Feng Tingbei ordered coldly.

He couldn't explain it clearly to Gao Ke in a word or two, so he simply didn't explain it. He only told him not to tell the Feng family about his injury, so as not to worry the elders and younger ones about him.

He sent his medical records to Gao Ke, making sure that the doctor who dispensed the medicine made sure the dosage was accurate. He didn't want his back injury to get better, but it couldn't get worse, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take care of Mu Huan.

After finally staying, he couldn't waste every second of the opportunity to spend time with her.

After the explanation, he heard the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong coming from the kitchen, and Feng Tingbei hurried over to take a look.

He ran very fast during the distance from the room to the kitchen, but when he ran to Mu Huan, he looked pitiful like "My back hurts so much, I can't even walk without help."

"What are you doing?" Feng Tingbei's voice was very gentle, so gentle that Mu Huan put down the bone-chopping knife in his hand.

"Can't you tell?" Mu Huan deliberately spoke angrily.

Normally when Gu Xiaofu was around, she would do the difficult work of chopping bones. Now Gu Xiaofu was tricked by Feng Tingbei into watching a movie somewhere, and she didn't even answer the phone.

"I'll chop the bones. I'm strong and can chop quickly." Feng Tingbei looked like he wanted to help, but his back hurt too much.

Mu Huan was too embarrassed to ask a sick person to do rough work, so he waved his hand and said, "Forget it. You are a sick person and you can't even stand firm."

"Let's do this, you hold me up and I'll chop it." Feng Tingbei not only wanted to help his wife, but also created an opportunity for the two of them to have close contact.

"If I hold you up, your back won't hurt anymore?" Mu Huan was distracted. When the knife was cut, the bone of the stick was still intact, but a large piece of the blade was broken.

"I'll do it. There's nothing wrong with your chopping method, but it's too expensive." Feng Tingbei held the upper part of his waist and slowly moved towards Mu Huan.

He was so trembling that Mu Huan had to reach out to help him.

The kitchen floor is slippery, and if this guy accidentally slips and falls, his back will be injured, and the time to drive him away will be far away.

It's easy to help Feng Tingbei to the chopping board. But what to do next?

When Feng Tingbei wanted to chop off the bones, Mu Huan not only acted as a walking stick for him, but also acted as his support, supporting his whole body.

The two debugged for a long time, and Mu Huan almost gave up. Feng Tingbei grabbed Mu Huan's hands and pressed them on the lower sides of his chest and ribs.

"Use some force and hold it steady." Feng Tingbei looked like he was the master of the kitchen, but in fact he had never entered the kitchen. For the male owner of the Feng family, entering the kitchen was a matter of loss of status.

So it's no exaggeration to say that he can't even recognize all the kitchen utensils.

"I've held it steady, but you can chop it."

Mu Huan stood behind Feng Tingbei, her eyes falling from his wide shoulders to his narrow waist, then to his hips and the two straight long legs below.

Back and forth, with nowhere to rest.

She had stood behind Su Yifan many times before. Su Yifan's figure was not bad, but she never felt hungry.


Chapter completed!