The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Qiao Anhao, who hung up the phone here, also put the landline back, looked at his mobile phone, and couldn't help but sigh.

After working for two months, her salary was deducted left and right by Lu Papi, and there was only 5000 yuan in the card. To be honest, she only wanted to buy an elderly phone for use.

Cheap and affordable, the voice is loud, and the most important thing is that it has been beaten and beaten, it is simply her best choice now!

Just when she was thinking about what to do, Lu Yicheng came in with a plate, and immediately, the whole room smelled like rice, and Qiao Anhao sat up all at once.

It's just that after seeing Lu Yicheng, his eyes wandered, but he couldn't help swallowing when he saw the food in his hand.

He came over with food, put it on the small table beside him, and waved to Qiao Anhao, "Come and eat, you haven't eaten much all day, aren't you hungry?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Even though he said so, Qiao Anhao got out of bed in a hurry, put on his shoes and ran to sit next to the small table.

There are thick carpets on the floor, so you won't feel cold when you sit on the floor.

Sitting cross-legged, Qiao Anhao looked at the rice porridge and side dishes in front of her, her eyes almost brightened, she picked up the spoon and fed a big mouthful, which made her gasp for air.

"Hot, hot! So hot!" Eyes were slightly moist, Lu Yicheng pinched her mouth, frowned and said, "Spit it out."

Qiao Anhao glared at him, took two breaths of air-conditioning and swallowed it directly, but it burned all the way to her heart. She hammered her chest twice before feeling that the heat disappeared.

Lu Yisheng "..."

His complexion was obviously not very good, his sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned, he looked at Qiao Anhao with a feeling of discomfort, and his tone was a bit bitter, "Are you stupid! Just spit it out when it's hot, what's wrong with the burn?" manage!"

He was breathing heavily, obviously angry that Qiao Anhao didn't know how to take care of himself.

"It's not too hot, it's not good to spit it out, and it's not in my character to waste food." Qiao Anhao said indifferently, thinking it was such a normal thing, but this attitude annoyed Lu Yisheng.

Gently nodding his head, the deep cold gaze was slightly angry, "You!"

Qiao Anhao put down the spoon and looked at Lu Yicheng at the same level. The porridge in front of her was still steaming, and the scent wafted into her nose. She said softly, "Lu Yicheng, I am not a delicate person. I am a person who came out of prison. , is someone who picks up the rice that falls on the floor and eats it. So what is it hot? It’s good to eat some.”

If you don't have enough food and clothing in the prison, you don't have the qualifications to choose this or that, it's good to have it.

What's more, she's used to it.

These words made Lu Yicheng speechless, his throat was slightly constricted, looking at the somewhat thin Qiao Anhao in front of him, he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Hi Qiao An, you have me now."

"I also had you 6 years ago. Shouldn't I go to jail and be wronged by others." Qiao Anhao looked at Lu Yisheng sarcastically. This was a pain she couldn't let go of. A phone call? You ask me, who am I?"

"I said I was safe, but you hung up the phone."

Lu Yisheng opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He remembered the call. He was still in the hospital at the time. When he received the call, he thought he had made a mistake, so he hung up.