125. Fanwai II | Dragon Cub 3

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After accepting the suggestion from the Longchens who seemed very good, recalling that this morning the wife did have some uncomfortable expressions (love qíng), Mr. Long felt he should do something.

"Pray for forgiveness, cook for her, and fight whatever she wants."

Mr. Long murmured the words that Xiao Zilong had just said, thoughtfully.

When he was cooking, he remembered that his wife seemed to prefer a shrimp on the seabed.

Mr. Long carefully packed the Longjiao lotus, shrinking into inches, and went to the bottom of the sea.

After searching for a long time, he found a third-order deep-sea silver thread shrimp. Only the tenderest part was cut off and he was ready to take it back to eat for his wife.

But soon, this dragon fell into a new round of entanglement-

Dragon......

Can't cook.

When he was young, he had no chance, no food and firewood to let him toss about.

Older, and wandering all the time, when the wandering, the dragon is still growing (shēn) body, just eating those cooked ingredients, he is not full at all, so he either does not eat, or eats a lot at a time .

After becoming a dragon clan, it is even more unnecessary to cook.

So, when I came home lightly and faced the cold stove in the kitchen, our dragon, the strongest man in the mainland, who wanted to please Mrs. Mr., was completely at a loss.

After about an hour-

Mu Wanwan woke up in an indescribable taste.

She felt like she was being crushed by a big truck, and she felt sore everywhere.

My mind gradually became clear, and all the ridiculous memories of the past few days came up. Mu Wanwan glanced at the red marks on his wrists, and his cheeks were hot.

"Ma'am." The door was pushed open, and outside the red mantle, Mr. Long, who finally finished cooking, carried a plate and gently called her.

Mu Wanwan heard his voice, and subconsciously stretched his hand to tighten the quilt. The voice was a little nervous, "You, you go out first."

Her voice was a hoarse voice, which was several degrees lower than usual.

"Dragon wants to accompany his wife." A dragon over there seemed to be insatiable.

Mu Wanwan had no choice but to lie down in the quilt again. Before she could drill, she saw a slender big palm lifted the curtain, and Mr. Long squeezed in with the tray.

She glanced at the bluish purple that hadn't disappeared from her lips, and thought of some pictures that could not be described, which was a bit uncomfortable.

"Madam, would you like to eat something first."

Mr. Long shook his ears, with a plaster on his cheeks. I didn't know what was burned. The food on his plate was a little wrong. Although the color seemed normal, how did it smell? How strange.

just......

Looking at him with such small eyes, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

"You go out first, I change clothes."

"Ma'am." The dragon tail sound dragged a little longer, and the voice was still cold, but he said the words of "Jiaojiāo", "Dragon does not want to go out."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She glanced silently at a dragon that suddenly became very, very sticky, and simply ignored her by covering her head in the quilt.

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