Song Xuan was almost frightened, and quickly turned his head and sighed: "Mother Wu, be quiet, don't wake up Song Ran." ”

Wake up the girl, designate to laugh at her, that girl's hurtful kung fu is first-class, she doesn't want to quarrel with her.

Well, Song Xuan still can't get over the hurdle in his heart, and he still doesn't want to show his caring side to others.

She still needs time to get used to it.

Mother Wu saw that she was holding the medicine in her hand, cared for a few words, and asked her to let Yang Haitao drink more hot water, and then covered it with a quilt, and sweated.

Song Xuan hurriedly folded back with a thermos.

After taking care of him and drinking water, it was already late at night, so Song Xuan spread the quilt on the sofa by the window and fell asleep.

At night, she didn't sleep well, and from time to time she got up to probe his head, and she was afraid that he would catch a cold if the quilt was not covered.

He sweated a lot, so Song Xuan took the trouble to wipe away the sweat for him, and felt his body temperature recede little by little in his palm.

At night, Yang Haitao opened his eyes in a daze, saw her gentle appearance, and couldn't help but whisper: "Don't take care of me, go to sleep." ”

Song Xuan's fingers gently touched the door of his head: "You sleep, I'm fine." ”

Yang Haitao stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm, and with a force, he took her into his arms: "Song Xuan, don't be busy, go to sleep." ”

Her body was a little cold, and she stuck to Yang Haitao's body, making Yang Haitao sigh comfortably.

Song Xuan struggled: "You let go of me." ”

Yang Haitao hugged her tightly, greedy for the temperature on her body, as if it could subside the hot fire in his body, and he was even more reluctant to let go of her.

Song Xuan nestled in his arms, put his feet on his lap, reached out to push his chest, and whispered: "Yang Haitao, you let go of me, let go of me quickly, I want to sleep on the sofa." ”

They are not married yet, so it is unreasonable, she Song Xuan has always been a well-behaved person, she is not used to this.

Yang Haitao closed his eyes and ignored her.

Song Xuan reached out and patted his face: "Are you pretending to be asleep?"

The man's even breathing came and told her with practical actions that he was really asleep.

The light was dim, it seemed a little ambiguous, his eyes were closed, and the light seemed to have a favoritism, shallow on his side face.

She cautiously poked out her fingertips and touched his cheek, her handsome and timeless eyebrows, all the more attractive in the dim night.

She knows that real estate is not easy to do, there are too many departments to deal with, and once it is done, it is a big project, and he has to take a lot of risks, and he has to bear a lot of pressure accordingly.

He is very tired, very tired, very tired, dealing with so many people, how many drinking parties do you have to attend? How many words do you have to say against your will, and you have to see the wind to make the rudder see people and talk about people, and talk nonsense when you see the hell.

Tired, he's tired.

The fingers brought more tenderness, gently rubbing, with extreme attachment.

In the future, she will slowly compensate him, whether it is in life or psychologically, she will slowly compensate him.

It was windy outside, the wind was a bit noisy, and the night was easy to breed all kinds of impulses, she reached out and clasped his resolute chin, rubbed it gently, and then, closing her eyes, pressed his thin lips......

Yang Haitao's dream became vivid.