Jin Beicheng——

Thinking of these three words, Ling Xi's heart was like a thorn in it.

Uncle Xiang and Aunt Lin were startled when they saw the ambulance coming in, hurriedly threw away the tools in their hands, and ran this way.

The cart was lifted down, and when they saw the sleeping Lingxi, Aunt Lin sighed, and everyone carefully carried Lingxi to the bedroom and settled down.

Aunt Lin brought hot water over to wash Ling Xi's face and wipe her hands.

Ling Xi moved, tilted her face inward, and tears slid down—

It's been a long time since I've been cared for like this.

But not long after she woke up, Ling Xi began to fall asleep again, dazed, as if shouting for someone not to go......

Jin Beicheng came back and pushed the door open and saw this scene.

The face was even more unsightly, this woman was sick, her face was snow-white, as if there was no blood flowing, and her little face was hanging under the pillow, which made people feel angry when they looked at it.

The bedrooms were full of people, busy going back and forth......

Tossed until more than four o'clock in the second half of the night, the doctor who guarded her let out a long breath with a circle of panda eyes, and finally the fever subsided.

- It's time to get off work.

Early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight were refracted into the bedroom, Ling Xi rubbed her somewhat sore head, Aunt Lin was overjoyed, Ling Xi opened her somewhat hoarse throat and told Aunt Lin that she was so hungry, Aunt Lin was very happy, and hurriedly went downstairs to make porridge for her.

……

But after an hour, Mother Lin came up to her with a strange face and told her, "Mr. said that she wants to eat it."

Ling Xi sat up lazily, and felt that Jin Beicheng was a bastard in her heart, and she burned for a night, she was now top-heavy, without any strength, she cleaned herself up casually, and stumbled downstairs without combing her hair.

In the restaurant,

Jin Beicheng sat straight and was having breakfast.

Ling Xi walked over and reached out to pick up his milk, as if he wanted to drink it, but his hand shook, and the milk poured all over Jin Beicheng's lap with a bang.

His wrist was strangled by him, and he burst into tears in pain.

"I—I didn't mean to, I've been sick for so long, I haven't eaten, I don't have any strength in my body. ”

A trace of panic and annoyance flashed on her pale little face, looking up at Jin Beicheng innocently, God gave her a pair of eyes that could fascinate people, and when she blinked and overflowed tears, no one could resist.

Weakly collapsed into his arms, Lingxi was silent and did not speak again—quietly sticking out his little tongue.

Jin Beicheng pushed her away heavily, turned around and went upstairs, and Aunt Lin hurriedly chased after her to prepare a new suit for him.

Uncle Xiang lowered his eyebrows and silently cleaned up the mess.

It's not their turn to intervene in the affairs of the masters, and Miss Mu didn't mean it, what is the young master doing with his face!

Seeing his figure disappear, Ling Xi only had coldness left in his eyes, leaned into the chair by the table, and ate in a big gulp, he was really hungry, during this time, he must let Aunt Lin take good care of her body, eat and drink enough, and only then can she have the strength to fight.

The feeling of being sick is really not comfortable at all, and this year, her body has deteriorated a lot.

When Jin Beicheng came down, Ling Xi had already filled the second bowl, waiting with a panicked face, Jin Beicheng looked at her cowardly appearance, thinking that she had not moved her chopsticks yet, and her face became more and more gloomy.

"Aunt Lin. ”

Ling Xi turned her head to look at Aunt Lin, who was a little worried, tilted her head and smiled.

"Aunt Lin, make me soup, make something delicious, and I want to raise the meat back. ”

"Okay, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of you, Miss Mu, you have really lost too much weight. ”

Aunt Lin's eyes were full of distress, Jin Beicheng heard the second half of the sentence, raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Xi coldly, and slapped his chopsticks on the table-