Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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Joan clearly felt that his stomach was a little hungry, but he didn't have much appetite, and the movement of eating was rubbing.

There were two small white bowls in the dish brought by Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng sat down and placed one of the small white bowls in front of Qiao Anhao: "Qiao Qiao, the Dongpo meat just made, I got you a copy."

"Thank you." Qiao An responded, lifted the lid of the porcelain bowl, and the rich flavour of the meat rushed across the face. Not only did she not provoke her appetite, but it made her stomach uncomfortable.

The Dongpo meat of this hotel is made by a Hangzhou master, and the taste is authentic. It is regarded as the signature dish here. Qiao Anhao always likes to eat, but this time I don’t know why, holding chopsticks and picking a little thin The meat just chewed in the mouth, and it felt strange, making her uncomfortable, so she spit out the meat in her mouth and went straight to eat the vegetables she took.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Meng had something in his mouth, and his voice was ambiguous.

"The stomach is not very comfortable." Qiao An obviously didn't eat much, but he felt that he had embraced, and he simply put down the chopsticks in his hand. Looking at the opposite Zhao Meng, he said, "Maybe I drank a lot of wine yesterday."

After eating and returning to the hotel room, Joanne lay on the bed tiredly, and fell asleep in a short while.

I don't know if she slept too little last night. She fell asleep deeply and finally was awakened by Zhao Meng.

Joan was so sleepy, he opened his eyes in a dumb face, and asked in a confused voice: "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter? You still have a drama to shoot at night. Hurry up and have dinner and go to the set!" Zhao Meng said, lifting the thin blanket she was wearing.

When Joan heard this, he looked out of the window unconsciously and found that it was already dusk. Then he picked up his phone and glanced at the time. It was almost six o'clock in the evening. The person came awake and climbed out of bed in a hurry. After going to the bathroom for a brief wash, he went to the restaurant with Zhao Meng.

At night, there was still not much appetite, and Joan had a good choice to choose from. Finally, he only chose a cold dish and a bowl of congee, but he didn't finish it.

Zhao Mengsheng had spicy fish on more than half of the plate, and was eating hotly beside her.

The fresh scent of the fish kept digging into Joan's good nose. At the end, even with the porridge she thought she drank, she smelled fishy, ​​and her stomach followed the river over the river inexplicably.

Many of the crew in the restaurant were present, and Joan was afraid that he would spit it out and affect others’ appetite, which made him susceptible, so he quickly put down his chopsticks and made a gesture to Zhao Meng to go to the bathroom, and then quickly rushed After leaving the restaurant and rushing into the bathroom, the feeling of vomiting disappeared inexplicably. Joan had to wash his hands and went back to the restaurant. Someone had just walked to the door and smelled the smell of the food in the restaurant. Uncomfortable in his stomach again, thinking that he had no appetite to eat, so he sent a text message to Zhao Meng, went directly to the sofa outside the restaurant and waited.

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At night, there are a lot of people who need to be on the scene. When Joan arrived in the dressing room, Song Xiangsi and Cheng Yang were already putting on makeup.

Joan simply greeted them and sat on his makeup chair.