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?"

a pill and was about to put it into her mouth.

her hand. "These are strong painkillers. You're fine. Why do you eat these?

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

her hand

to her and pressed

the pain seemed to be alleviated. "What

better go to my place for a gastroscope a few days

got out of the car and helped her out of the car from the other side. "If you don't eat and

as he got out of the car, he saw her pale face, and his face

something and drink some hot water. Go back to sleep

room to find Moore. He's my man in your eyes..." She resisted slightly, but

glanced at her and stopped talking.

suddenly

"Ah... You... "

embarrassed this time.

of the guests and the staff

too slowly." His words were

was carried into the office.

warm water was sent to

medicine was delivered to her

too slowly..." She protested, "I have a lot of things to

no end to earn

waiter to cook porridge for her, buy her a hot water bag, and get her a blanket.

Rome, do as the Romans

water bag with a towel and

her stomach

she could sigh, a spoon of

were sweet rice, delicious porridge and simple dishes.

the simplest and cheapest

unspeakable sweetness in her mouth.

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