Hungry?!

Song only looked at Shen Lang in surprise, his face was like a vegetable, and his lips were pale, like he had suffered three years of natural disasters.

"Wait, I'll cook you porridge." Song only changed the fever-reducing patch on Shen Lang's forehead, covered him with a quilt, and turned around and walked into the kitchen on the first floor of the Shen family's mansion.

The Shen family's kitchen is bigger than the house of Song Zhi's parents.

Song had no choice but to despise for a while, and he didn't go if he was rich! A kitchen looks like the Vienna Musikverein!

There are all the ingredients in the kitchen, and it is not difficult to cook porridge, and she also made two side dishes, which are also light and delicious due to Shen Lang's serious illness.

After a while, the white porridge side dishes were on the table, and Shen Lang was smelling the smell of the food.

He picked up the spoon and ate it in a big gulp, regardless of his usual nobility and elegance.

Song only wondered, Shen Lang has been at home for the past few days, not only has the cold not recovered, but he is so hungry as if he was released from a scum hole: "You eat slowly." ”

After Shen Lang finished eating three bowls of porridge, he finally raised his head, he handed the empty bowl to Song Zhizhi, and asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

Song only took the bowl and added another bowl of white porridge: "This is the last bowl, you can't eat it anymore, so your body won't be able to stand it." ”

How did she know that Shen Lang had been treated inhumanly at home in the past few days, and his mother had spoofed him as if she wanted his life, resulting in him not eating or drinking water for two days and one night.

After Shen Lang finished eating, he drank a large glass of warm water again, and then he nestled into the corner of the sofa contentedly.

Song only cleaned up the mess and prepared dinner for Shen Lang, originally planning to leave the Shen family's mansion, but seeing that Shen Yuan had no intention of coming back, and none of the Shen family's servants were there, and then looked at Shen Lang as if he could travel west at any time, she upheld the spirit of humanitarianism and did not save Shen Lang when he saw death.

She helped Shen Lang back to the room with great effort, put on the bed and covered the quilt, and then paid attention to the furnishings of Shen Lang's bedroom, the gray-white cold color decoration style, and the furnishings in the house were all top-level luxury products.

As a fashion designer, Song only can't afford luxury goods, but she still knows a little about brands and clothing.

Of the world classics placed on Shen Lang's bookcase, Song only picked up one casually, and it turned out to be the original text.

She turned her head and glanced at Shen Lang, and suddenly remembered what Anne said: "Most of those who hold world famous books are used to pretend to be B." ”

Song couldn't help laughing, and the more he looked at Shen Lang, the more he felt that he was also one of the pretending B elements.

She was intrigued by a frame on the bookshelf, and she saw that Shen Lang was asleep, and after thinking about it, she still didn't open the cabinet to get it. In the frame is a picture of a little girl, who looks like she is five or six years old, wearing a sea soul shirt, combing her horn braids, and a red dot in the center of her head.

The little girl looks very good-looking, with a delicate little face, big eyes, long eyelashes, a delicate little nose, a small mouth, a straight man like Shen Lang, who can treasure a photo of a little girl, it seems that the girl should be a very important person for Shen Lang.

"Is it pretty?"

At this time, Shen Lang's hoarse voice suddenly came from behind Song Zhizhi.

She turned her head and frowned at Shen Lang: "Why are you awake?" ”

"Toilet." Shen Lang spit out two words lightly, and then got up and walked into the bathroom with his hands on the wall.

Song Zhizhi's eyes were still nostalgic for the photo of the little girl, and Shen Lang walked out of the bathroom and stood straight behind her.

Maybe it was because of the fever, even if he was standing, Song could only feel Shen Lang's problem.

Song only turned her head, looked at Shen Lang, and then looked at the photo, their eyebrows and eyes were still somewhat similar, she endured it, and still asked: "This is your sister?" ”

"Your sister." Shen Lang was not answering Song Zhi's question, but sarcastically mocking her stupidity: "This is me." ”

"You?!" Song only stared at Shen Lang in surprise.

Shen Lang was noncommittal, opened the glass window of the bookcase, took off the frame, stuffed it into Song Zhizhi's hand, and said indifferently: "You can take what you want to see, and you have to ask me to do it as a patient." ”

Song only glanced at him, and then looked at the photo of the women's clothing boss.

Sure enough, in the corner of the photo, the word "Shen Lang" was written.

She couldn't help laughing, sure enough, mothers are the same in this world, and Shen Lang would take this kind of photo.

Song only took advantage of Shen Lang's efforts to turn around and climb into bed, she secretly took out her mobile phone, "clicked", and took the photo.

Shen Lang didn't seem to care, he covered his head with a quilt, and there was a sound of urns and urns in the quilt: "I want to sleep, you can go to the guest room to sleep at night." ”

Maybe it was because of the change of bed, or maybe because of the exaggeration of the Shen family's old house, Song only had insomnia.

She couldn't sleep, so she simply got up and visited the Shen family's old house.

The old house of the Shen family has a total of four floors, the hall on the first floor, Shen Lang's room and a guest room on the second floor, and Shen Yuan's room on the third floor. ”

After turning around, Song only returned to the guest room, lying on the bed still unable to sleep.

She tossed and turned, and the picture of Shen Lang's wet body appeared in her mind.

She sat up jerked up and slapped her face hard.

"Meow ......"

Suddenly, she heard a cat meow.

Some of them didn't believe their ears, so they were stunned for two seconds, then got up and opened the door.

The white figure flashed in front of her eyes and burrowed into Shen Lang's room.

Although there was only one glance, Song only recognized her cuteness.

She tiptoed over and looked out along the crack in Shen Lang's door, only to see that the quilt in the room had collapsed, and only Xiao Mengmeng was lying alone on Shen Lang's bed.

Shen Lang is not there?

This was Song Zhizhi's first thought, she pushed open the door and walked in, and sure enough, Shen Lang was not there.

Where can he go when he's sick like this?

Song only looked around, guessing in his heart that maybe Shen Lang had gone to sleep in another room.

"Hmmm......"

The little meow suddenly made a sound similar to a human dream, and Song was only stunned for a moment, slowly approaching her cuteness.

She reached out and touched it, Xiao Mengmeng seemed to feel it, her little head moved, and Chao Song only made up for it.

"Moe Moe!" Song only exclaimed suddenly, and hugged the little meow.

Little Meow opened her eyes in an instant, staring at the woman in front of her in disbelief.

How did she get to her room?

The little meow wrinkled her nose very humanely, and the boss struggled reluctantly, hoping to break free from Song Zhi's shackles, but it seemed that Song only didn't intend to let him go, and rubbed and kissed on his chubby little meow's face.

"My cute cute, you miss my sister."

Idiot woman, I miss you dead!

Xiao Meow complained silently in her heart, she wanted to have a good night's rest, but she never expected that he was just thirsty to drink saliva in the living room, and he was discovered by Song Zhi, and he even fell into his clutches.

Since that time when the little meow was thrown out of the house by Song, Song has never heard any news about Mengmeng.

Shen Lang once said that his cat has always been a dragon that does not see the tail, and only appears when he wants to.

Little Meow Mi was strangled by Song, and her two little paws pulled her hair indiscriminately.

Song only realized it at this moment, and quickly let go of the little meow and kissed him hard: "MUA!" Is it okay to sleep with my sister tonight? ”

Even if the little meow knew what Song only wanted to express, his face was still red, but there was a cat hair to cover it, and Song only couldn't find it.

However, the little meow's beating heart attracted Song Zhi's attention.

Song only turned the little meow over, put his ear to his chest, listened to his pounding heartbeat, seemed to be talking to himself, but was actually talking to the little meow: "My little Mengmeng, are you excited to see your sister, let's walk, don't sleep in this stinky man's room, accompany my sister to the guest room, my sister will spoil you tonight." ”

Perverted!

Little Meow Mi added in her heart.

Helplessly, his body was limited, so he could only let Song only go to the guest room with him.

Song only hugged the little meow directly and fell on the bed for a good meal.

"Ahh

Song only exclaimed suddenly, and his voice seemed to shake the Shen family's old mansion.

She poured all the strength of her body into it, and kicked the man off the bed with a sharp kick, and only then did she see the man's face clearly - it was Shen Lang!

How could it be him!

Why is he in the guest room?

Song only clearly remembered that he locked the door after returning to the guest room with Xiao Meow Mi last night, how did he get in? And, moreover, he hasn't, he hasn't dressed!

"You're a pervert!" Song was only angry, and raised his hand to point angrily at Shen Lang, who was slowly getting up.

It's okay that Shen Lang didn't stand up, as a man with excellent physical fitness, he had a night's rest, and every morning he had a flag-raising ceremony, he was kicked out of bed by Song Zhi in a daze, at this time, he didn't pay attention to his physical embarrassment, while rubbing his head, he opened his eyes and looked at Song Zhizhi: "I slept well, you are sick......

His voice grew weaker and weaker, until he finally faced up to the embarrassment of the moment, hurriedly covered the important parts, and turned around.

Song only covered his eyes and roared angrily: "Shen Lang, you are perverted!" ”