Love Between A Cook And A Doctor

'But when I'm hurt. Who cares about me?'

Her stomach twitched.

She had been eating cheap lunch from the film crew and the company for many years. In the past five years, her job as an agent had destroyed her innocence and her stomach.

As long as she was in a bad mood, she would have a stomachache.

She huddled up in the driver's seat, clenched her fist and pressed it against her stomach.

It still hurt.

Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead.

The phone in the other hand kept ringing.

She didn't have the strength to look at it. She knew that there must be something wrong with the restaurant and they couldn't deal with it, so they were searching for her everywhere.

She gritted her teeth and opened the small suitcase at the front of the car.

She was used to using strong pain killers.

Once she took one pill, the pain would be immediately relieved.

As for the consequences, she had no time to care.

As soon as the bottle was held in her hand, someone knocked on the car window.

The man outside the car looked gloomy.

She opened the door and stared at him weakly. "I don't want to quarrel with you now."

Whatever. When they first met, they always quarreled with each other. Gradually, she didn't care anymore.

He jumped into the passenger seat and looked at the medicine bottle in her hand. "What's wrong with you?"

have anything to do with you?" She poured out a pill and was about to put

had already seen the label. He frowned and took the pill from her hand. "These are strong

think I'm fine? " Cherry stared at him, but

her hand

to her and pressed

face flushed all of a sudden, and even the pain seemed to be alleviated. "What are you doing?" She struggled slightly.

to my place for a gastroscope a

from the other side. "If you

of the car, he saw her pale face,

to sleep early." He held

Moore. He's my man in

glanced at her and

was suddenly lifted up.

"Ah... You... "

embarrassed this time.

of the guests and the staff in the restaurant. Was he afraid that her father didn't

too slowly." His words were

carried into

sent to her lips.

Chinese medicine was delivered to her hand.

She protested, "I have a lot

no end to earn money." Said

to cook porridge for her, buy her a hot water bag, and

in Rome, do as the Romans

quilt, wrapped the hot water bag with a towel

not hot. Even her stomach couldn't help but want to sigh

she could sigh, a spoon of porridge

were sweet rice, delicious porridge and simple

cheapest dinner she had ever

was unspeakable sweetness in her

be easy to buy a porridge maker, wash rice and make porridge in