Song Yanheng came out of the kitchen with porridge, and when he saw Song Chu's appearance, he couldn't help but count her: "How hungry are you at Song Chuchu, can you pay attention to your image when you are such a big person?" ”

Song Chuchu pulled a chair and sat down casually, waiting for Song Yanheng to put the porridge in front of her, happily scooped a spoonful of porridge and ate it first, and then said leisurely: "Do you think I still need an image now?" ”

At the beginning of Song Chu, who had been sick for a few days, his face was haggard and pale, his hair was not combed, and it was messy. A loose pink coral velvet pajamas, with a very mismatched orange coat on the outside, where is the casual and leisurely and elegant appearance on weekdays?

Song Yanheng smiled: "You are self-aware. ”

Song Chu raised his eyebrows slightly proudly and gave himself a piece of shiitake mushrooms. Only then did Song Yanheng see Song Chu's hand. A band-aid on the back of the fair-skinned hand is very conspicuous.

"How did you get it?" Recuperating in bed every day can also heal a wound.

Song Chuchu's hand froze, his eyes flickered, and he bit his chopsticks and replied a little vaguely: "I moved when I pulled out the needle, and I was accidentally scratched." ”

As soon as you hear it, you know that there is a hidden secret, such as why did you move that? Song Chuchu was annoyed and scolded himself in his heart for being too uncompetitive, and he didn't know how to lie or act, how could he be like a fool in front of Song Yanheng?

Sure enough, Song Yanheng asked her: "Why did you move when you pulled out the needle?" ”

Song Chu simply played tricks: "How do I know, sometimes the body will suddenly twitch, this is a natural reaction." ”

"Natural reaction." Song Yanheng put these four words between his lips and teeth and slowly repeated them, his shallow face showed a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, bowed his head to eat, and did not speak again.

Song Yanheng smiled inexplicably, and the silence was inexplicable. Song Chuchu didn't understand what Song Yanheng meant, so he looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Miss Song's shameful attitude of asking questions is sometimes embarrassing. But who is Song Yanheng, he changed the topic with a calm face: "Do you want to tell Aunt Zhao about your illness and let her take care of you." ”

Song Chu Chu really hit the trick, and the puzzle that entangled her was suddenly rushed by Song Yanheng without a trace. "Don't." Song Chuchu replied coldly, and was also dissatisfied with Zhao Zhilin's neglect of her a few days ago.

When Song Yanheng saw Song Chu's appearance, he guessed at a glance that Song Chuchu had a conflict with Zhao Zhilin again. In the face of Zhao Zhilin, Song Chu was desperate and didn't listen to persuasion at all, and Song Yanheng didn't bother to do that.

Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Song Yanheng sat up straight, looked at Song Chuchu fixedly, and had a posture to interview and analyze Song Chu. "At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, you told me that when you locked yourself in the house alone and had a fever of 39 degrees, and you were reluctant to call others, what did you think?"

Hearing this question, Song Chu's heart was sour, but his face was plain, and he was still holding a spoon in his hand to pick the bananas in the fruit porridge. Song Chuchu made a dismissive attitude and said: "I just want to see who will come to me in the end and find out that I am sick." ”

"Are you stupid at the beginning of the Song Dynasty?" Song Yanheng couldn't help but lean forward, staring at Song Chu angrily and helplessly, wanting to see how this magical human could grow so big.

Song Chu didn't answer, and sent a mouthful of porridge to his mouth. The fruit porridge with honey should be very sweet, but Song Chu's eyes were squinted sourly.

Actually, it's not stupid at all. When people are most vulnerable, they will know who the person they want most in their hearts is. When Song Chu was sick in the dark, the person he wanted to see the most was not Zhao Zhilin, not her father who had ardent expectations for her, but Song Yanheng.

She really wanted Song Yanheng to find out that she hadn't shown up outside for a long time, and then anxiously ran to her house, and found that she was very sick, and she took care of herself to see a doctor and eat with a distressed face.

Song Chu raised his head and smiled at Song Yanheng, and the little girl's face was happy: "The result is that you are here." Song Yanheng, I'm actually quite grateful to you. And what I said in the morning, I'm sorry. ”

Song Yanheng didn't have the habit of going through old accounts, and he didn't want to embarrass Song Chuchu, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, just pay attention next time, I can't worry about these things with you." ”

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he insisted on getting the sensationalism to the end. She looked at Song Yanheng fixedly with a pair of eyes that were still slightly tired and puffy, sat up straight, and swept away the usual randomness. "After you went to work in the afternoon, I thought about it a lot. Song Yanheng, you are very good to me, so I can't be so willful. I don't have a good relationship with Tang Yici, although I am angry about the things she did, but for your sake, I can try to accept her. I don't want to embarrass you, and you won't have to worry about me and ・・・・・・ in the future."

Song Yanheng began to listen carefully to Song Chu's words, his face was calm and quiet, and he didn't think about it. But the more he listened, the worse Song Yanheng's face became, and he finally couldn't help but interrupt Song Chu's words: "Stop." At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, why should I forgive her and accept her for the sake of my face? ”

What Tang Yici did, Song Yanheng couldn't forgive and accept, when did he ask Song Chu to do this?

Song Chuchu was suddenly interrupted, looked at Song Yanheng in a daze, and asked in a daze: "You and Tang Yici have reconciled, of course I have to accept her." ”

Song Yanheng wanted to laugh when he heard it. He works overtime from 5 to 9 every day, when did he reconcile with Tang Yici happen, why doesn't he know? "Who told you that I reconciled with Tang Yici?"

Song Yanheng couldn't help but want to knock on Song Chu's head and ask her, if he really reconciled with Tang Yici, would Tang Yici still be in this miserable state?

Because of illness, Song Chu, who had been isolated from the world for several days, did not know Tang Yici's current situation at all. Otherwise, even if she had a little brain, she could guess that Tang Yici would not be with Song Yanheng at all. Although Song Yanheng is cold and indifferent on the surface, he is actually tolerant of girls. It was impossible for him to easily use that method to deal with Tang Yici.

Song Chu, who couldn't keep up with the trend, looked at Song Yanheng in a daze for a long time, and made sure that Song Yanheng was really not lying to her, so he said suspiciously: "It's impossible." Qiao Yinxiang came to my store that day, and soon after leaving, Tang Yici called me and said that Qiao Yinxiang's matter was proposed by you, and she agreed, so you agreed to do it. I had a fever the other day and she called me and asked me if I wanted you to come and see me. ”

Song Yanheng found out what he was interested in, leaned back in his chair and looked down at Song Chuchu slightly, his eyes were broken, and his voice rose and asked: "So you got angry because of Tang Yici's phone call, and you didn't tell anyone about your illness?" ”

Attached: There are three more today~ The next one is coming soon~ The third watch is in the old time in the afternoon~