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?"

out a pill and was about to

already seen the label. He frowned and took the pill from her hand. "These are strong painkillers. You're

but because of the pain, her eyes lost their

looked down and saw her hand covering her stomach.

to her and pressed her stomach with

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

for a gastroscope a

of the car from the other side. "If you

he saw her pale face, and his

water. Go back to sleep early." He held

1 room to find Moore. He's my man in your eyes..." She resisted slightly, but did not really

glanced at her

was suddenly lifted up.

"Ah... You... "

embarrassed this

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

His words were

into

warm water was sent to her lips.

Chinese medicine was

works too slowly..." She protested, "I have a lot

end to earn money." Said Jacob

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

Rome, do as the Romans

her with the quilt, wrapped the hot water bag with a towel and put it

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

spoon of

delicious porridge and simple

simplest and cheapest dinner she

there was unspeakable sweetness in her

should be easy to buy a porridge maker, wash rice and make porridge in the office. Your stomach is so weak. Porridge is good for