This one......

Song was only a little confused, she had no experience in taking care of the wounded, let alone such a picky wounded.

She looked at Shen Yuan, then at Shen Lang, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "Are you sure I want to take care of him!?" ”

"Sure, it must be and what?" Shen Yuan blinked his eyes and thought desperately.

Song continued: "Definitely." ”

Song only has a black line on his face, it is not difficult to take care of people, but it is also good to divide people!

Who is this?!

He is the president of the dignified Shen Group, only the boss who can be seen in romance novels, the big man at the top of the pyramid, the winner in life, and the leader.

Song was only a little scared, in case, she didn't take care of any of them, and if she was not careful, Mr. Shen would be infected or something, and her little life would have to be explained.

She shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, I ......"

Before Song Zhi's words were finished, she didn't dare to continue when she saw Shen Lang's fierce eyes.

Shen Lang closed his eyes, slowly raised his hand, pointed to the door, and gave the first instruction as a glorious, excellent, and sentimental patient in this family: "You all go out, I need to be quiet." ”

This is good, this is wonderful, at least going out Song can only do it well.

She obediently walked out of the master bedroom and closed the door with her hand.

She patted her chest, looking frightened: "Shen Yuan, when are you going to get your brother back?" ”

When he was healthy, Song only couldn't withstand his power, not to mention, he was still a sick person, and he didn't take care of it, it didn't matter if Shen Lang lived or died, what if he wanted to let himself repay the money in advance?

It's hard to say.

Shen Yuan frowned, touched his chin, as if thinking about a lifelong event, and only slowly spoke after a while: "Maybe, probably, probably, three or four months." ”

"Three or four months!?" Song only dropped his jaw in shock.

Shen Yuan smiled: "It may also be ten days and half a month." ”

"That's pretty much it." Song only breathed a sigh of relief.

“宋只只。 ”

Shen Lang's irritable voice suddenly came from the master bedroom, and Song only shuddered for no reason.

She inexplicably had an ominous premonition, and with a beast-like gaze, she stared at the door of the master bedroom for a moment, and Shen Yuan pushed her: "My brother is calling you." ”

"W-What?" Song only asked in a trembling voice.

"Water, I want to drink water."

Song only hurriedly poured a glass of water for Shen Lang and walked into the master bedroom in fear.

What greeted her was not Shen Lang's little temper, but his light eyes like a spring breeze.

Song thinks that young people have a good impression of each other, and it will be done frankly, how did they get here, it is as complicated as an underground work joint.

He was just about to enter the master bedroom to pierce this layer of window paper for them, but he was suddenly pulled down by Shen Yuan.

The corners of Shen Yuan's mouth hooked up a sly smile, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of calculation and yin damage: "Don't you think, this is more interesting?" ”

Song felt a chill: "It turns out that you are so good." ”

"Little cousin, my brother can tell you, let them play by themselves, and we will be responsible for watching the fun." Shen Yuan stopped Song's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I heard that you like AJ, brother, I happen to have a few hundred pairs, walking, brother, please pick up shoes." ”

When Song heard Shen Yuan's words, he was so excited that he was as if his daughter-in-law had given birth to a big fat son for him.

He immediately came to the spirit and left the house with Shen Yuan shoulder to shoulder.

Shen Yuan glanced at the slowly closed door, sighed in his heart, and muttered softly: "Brother, my mother and I will help you fall here." ”

Shen Lang was only able to lie on the bed because of his back injury, and Song only couldn't understand that the Shen family was four aunts as soon as they made a move, and each of them also had stunts, eight major cuisines, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, that was called a proficient, why did he choose to take care of him in the end.

"Song only, I'm hungry."

Song was only pulled back to his senses by Shen Lang's voice.

Alas! Who told people to be injured to save themselves?

is the so-called soft mouth that eats people and soft hands that take people, but she now owes others a life to say.

Song only blinked desperately, put on a maid-standard standing posture, and asked, "Excuse me, what do you want to eat?" ”

"You ......"

"Me?!"

Song was only startled, her pretty face was slightly red, and she lowered her head slightly: "Want to eat me?" It's not impossible if you're able to give ......"

"What do you want?!" Shen Lang's face was black, and he was very eager to pry Song Zhi's head open, wanting to see what she was thinking about all day: "You just go and make me a porridge." ”

Porridge again!?

Song only remembered it vividly: "Are you sure? ”

"Hmm." Shen Lang just answered and slowly closed his eyes.

He really didn't have the strength to waste his tongue with Song Zhi, if it weren't for his mother's death, he wouldn't have risked his life to come to Song only here to suffer when he was seriously injured.

Song only boiled the white porridge and prepared two light and refreshing side dishes, so as not to say that Shen Lang didn't care about taking care of people, and only gave him white porridge, not even a side dish.

She put the white porridge and side dishes in front of Shen Lang, and said respectfully, "Mr. Shen, please eat." ”

The corners of Shen Lang's mouth twitched twice, if it weren't for the serious injury in his back, he would have wanted to slap him in the face.

As a tsundere man in the new era, Shen Lang has very strict requirements and rules for eating.

In addition to fresh ingredients, at least keep the clothes neat, and now......

What he was able to do was – the posture was special.

Shen Lang tried to use a spoon to hold a spoonful of white porridge, but the wound on his back instantly hurt and he frowned.

And Song Zhizhi, she is like a vase, so to speak, a prop person, standing there motionless, waiting for Shen Lang to give orders.

"Feed me."

Song only nodded mechanically, she picked up a spoon and took a spoonful of white porridge and sent it to Shen Lang's mouth.

"Hmm...... Scalding ......"

Nonsense, this is porridge that has just come out of the pot, haven't you seen it old man, and there are still bubbles on it?

"Blow it to me!"

"Blow?!" Song only blinked, squirming like a newlywed daughter-in-law who had just entered the door: "Isn't this good?" ”

Shen Lang frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, I'll blow you if I ask you to blow it." ”

"Okay." Song only pursed his lips: "This is what you asked me to blow, then I'm not welcome." ”

She was calm and relaxed, and almost used all the words she could think of on herself: "I am the first fairy in China that is rare to see in 5,000 years, I have hundreds of millions of tons of gold at home, and the people chasing me have lined up from Beijing to the Atlantic, huh...... Hmmm......"

Song Zhizhi's face turned a little red, looking at Shen Lang's stunned look, as if waiting for her to continue blowing, she took a deep breath and continued: "I have thirty-six Ferraris, and twenty-two Lamborghini, I usually drive one and throw one, and ...... And ......"

Shen Lang really couldn't listen to it anymore, he really wanted to splash this bowl of white porridge directly on Song Zhi's simple face.

He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and said word by word: "I'm letting you blow my porridge, not letting you brag!" ”

Forehead......

Song only heard Shen Lang's words, and he was petrified in an instant.

She misunderstood, and it was a big mistake.

People asked her to brag about the porridge, but she bragged about it......

She really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, but at this moment she really had no face to stand in front of Shen Lang.

Shen Lang glanced at her: "What are you doing stunned?" Don't hurry up and blow my porridge! ”

Song only sat down neatly opposite Shen Lang, blushing, and blowing vigorously on the porridge in the spoon.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, a strange smile on his lips, and mocked while drinking porridge: "Song only, I really haven't seen it, your bragging ability is really a clear stream in the braggart world." ”

Song Zhizhi's face turned even redder, and she hated to stick her head directly into the floor.

The smile on Shen Lang's face became even thicker, and he said jokingly: "Song Zhizhi, I really underestimated you, I really haven't seen it yet, you are still the first fairy that is rare to see in China for five thousand years." ”

Song finally couldn't help it, threw down the spoon and ran out of the house.

Shen Lang hooked the corners of his mouth, picked up the spoon, and drank the white porridge by himself.

He was like a little boy in school, the more he liked a girl, the more he was willing to bully her.

Just like Song Zhizhi just now, he was embarrassed by him, and he felt crooked in his heart, but this method fell on Song Zhizhi, she always felt that Shen Lang was a pervert!

Song only rushed into her room in one go, she didn't notice at all, Song was no longer at home, she lay on the bed and bit the pillow fiercely, as if biting Shen Lang's arm, to relieve her anger.

"Song only ......"

"Song only ......"

"Song only ......"

In the morning, Song only didn't know how many times he was named by Shen Lang.

Song only came to one conclusion - it is difficult to take care of people, it is difficult to take care of men, and it is even more difficult to take care of men like Shen Lang.

But well...... Mr. Shen was tired of this, living like a stupid son of a landlord, and happily watching Song only busy inside and out, which was called a very happy.

Finally, after Song was shamelessly asked by Shen Lang to help him go to the bathroom for the last time.

The humble little Song finally broke out: "Shen Lang, are you still finished!?" ”

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't seem to be over yet." ”

"And what else do you want to do?!" Song only clenched his fists, and his angry appearance was like an angry bird, and it was the bird that would explode when it flew out.

Shen Lang closed his eyes adorned with long and thick eyelashes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then again, evoking a sly fox-like smile: "I still want ......"

Song only didn't know why, but she still had a little expectation, she wanted to hear what Shen Lang could still want to do.