"You said stirring, I thought it was ......," Tang Xing said embarrassedly, "or you go back to your room and lie down, I'll buy it for you." ”

"No, you don't." Yan Yichen buried his head and calmly took another bite into his mouth.

"You have a bad stomach." Tang Xing couldn't bear to remind.

But Yan Yichen seemed to have a meal in front of him, even if there was a burning taste, the noodles he ate did not change color.

Thinking that a person with acute gastritis didn't even frown before fainting, Tang Xing had to marvel at Yan Yichen's amazing endurance.

Suddenly, there was a 'clang', and the soup spoon in Yan Yichen's hand fell into the bowl, and some soup splashed out.

Thinking that his illness had happened again, Tang Xing hurriedly sat down next to him, "What's wrong?" ”

The latter waved his weak hand and said softly, "No strength." ”

"You lie back in bed, I'll feed you." Tang Xing was only worried about Yan Yichen's condition, and didn't notice anything wrong, so he blurted out.

The latter endured the corners of his lips that were about to rise, and when he got up, his steps deliberately slowed, like a very weak man, and slowly walked into the room.

Lying on the bed obediently, waiting for the porridge in Tang Xing's hand with his mouth slightly open.

The first time he fed, Tang Xing was a little nervous, causing the hand holding the spoon to tremble slightly, and a drop of soup dripped from the corner of Yan Yichen's mouth.

"Paper." Tang Xing subconsciously went to look for a paper towel, but after looking around, he didn't see the shadow of the paper.

Seeing that the drop of soup was about to flow down, Tang Xing was afraid that Yan Yichen, who had a habit of cleanliness, would not be able to bear the drop of soup dripping on his body, so he subconsciously wiped it with his hands.

As soon as her fingertips touched the corners of Yan Yichen's mouth, her hand was caught.

Feeling the temperature coming from his wrist, Tang Xing explained hesitantly, "I'm afraid of getting ......"

The next words were all swallowed in Yan Yichen's outstretched tongue.

"Can't be wasted." The nimble tongue swept the corners of her mouth, rolling the dripping soup into her mouth, and taking her taste along with it.

To achieve the goal, Yan Yichen let go of his hand with satisfaction. looked at the person who was stunned like wood, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a slight arc.

Taste, not bad.

The temperature on his wrist disappeared suddenly, and Tang Xing withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

It was as if an electric current was flowing from the fingertips to the whole body, crispy and numb with a burning sensation.

Tang Xing's face suddenly changed color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his fair face was drunk with a touch of red clouds.

"It's better not to drink too much porridge." Tang Xing's heart was about to jump out of his heart, and he was even a little incoherent.

After talking about it, I didn't know what I was trying to say, so I got up and hurriedly said, 'I'll get you medicine,' and ran out of the room like crazy.

Sitting in the chair, Tang Xing kept inhaling and exhaling until his breathing stabilized.

I took out the medicine I brought back from the hospital, and was just about to read the instructions on it, when my eyes inadvertently glanced at the fingertips against the paper, and my heart, which had finally calmed down, began to accelerate again.

No, no, no.

Such Yan Yichen is too dangerous.

Whether he is intentional or not, the two should keep their distance from each other.

She couldn't control her heart anymore, and if she continued like this, she was afraid that she would fall completely.

Tang Xing stared at the prepared medicine for a long time, and after a long struggle, he slowly got up.

This time, Yan Yichen's stomach disease was also caused by her, and she was boiling porridge, feeding and delivering medicine, so it should be almost done.

Tang Xing thought of the wording to excuse himself, pushed the door and put the medicine in front of Yan Yichen, and was just about to speak, when there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

The two glanced at each other, and Tang Xing hurriedly said, "I'll help you open the door." ”

"Okay."

Tang Xing then remembered that when he was in the hospital, Yan Yichen avoided Uncle Yan, so he wouldn't come to the door at any time, right?

As he thought, he opened the door.

When he saw who it was, Tang Xing opened his mouth in surprise.

"Uncle...... Aunt? ”

"Little Xing'er?" The visitor seemed to be surprised, and his delicate and elegant face was smeared with surprise.

The woman in front of her is full of elegant temperament, beautiful appearance, slender figure, even if she is over 40 years old, but the wind and frost of the years have not left any traces on her face, and even her skin is smooth like a flower-age girl.

This face, which appeared in major films and television, was already a household name a few years ago, and not long ago, he won the actress and became a prominent figure in the entertainment industry.

This person is Yan Yichen's mother, Wen Yingran.

"Auntie, why are you here?"

Wen Yingran didn't rush to answer, but hugged her hands on her chest and said dissatisfiedly, "What did Xiao Xing'er call me?" ”

Only then did Tang Xing react and call the wrong name, "Sister Wen." ”

"That's not right." Wen Yingran smiled and shook her head.

It's not Sister Wen's title, it's just another one......

Tang Xing lowered his head in shame and touched the back of his head embarrassedly, "Sister Wen, don't make fun of me." ”

"Oops." Wen Yingran shook her head regretfully when she saw Tang Xing's reaction.

The unlucky boy in her family hasn't taken anyone down after coming back for so long.

It's too embarrassing for her to say it.

"Haven't eaten yet, have you? See what I've brought here? Wen Yingran picked up the things in his hand and put them in front of Tang Xing.

The fragrance wafting from inside alone already made Tang Xing salivate.

"Sister Wen, you come in first." Tang Xing was just about to look for slippers from the shoe cabinet, and found that except for the pair she wore last time, the rest were men's slippers.

Tang Xing didn't think about it, so he handed the only pair of women's slippers to Wen Yingran, "Sister, you wear this pair." ”

"This ......" Wen Yingran saw Tang Xingkong's feet, and probably guessed whose slippers belonged to.

Just about to complain, his sharp eyes glanced at the person leaning against the door of the room not far away, and directly aimed the artillery fire at it, "Stinky boy, you don't even have a pair of slippers for your wife?" ”

Yan Yichen frowned lightly, and just as he was about to speak, Tang Xing spoke for him, "No, no, this pair was prepared by him for you, Sister Wen,"

"Little Xing'er, don't lie to me, I don't understand this stinky boy yet." Wen Yingran glanced at her son angrily.

The latter said that he was not hurt by Ms. Wen's shelling, and tapped the slippers on Wen Yingran's feet with his chin, reminding, "It's not yours." ”

Wen Yingran: ......

Look at what kind of son she raises!

There is only one pair of women's slippers at home, this is to let Xing'er alone in the family for the rest of his life.

"Sister Wen, don't listen to him." Tang Xing glared at Yan Yichen and took the thing in Wen Yingran's hand, "Sister Wen, sit down, I'll do this." ”

Looking at the person who disappeared at the door of the kitchen, Wen Yingran immediately came to Yan Yichen's side, and when she saw the slightly pale face, she sneered and laughed, "Why did you go to the hospital?" ”

Yan Yichen said lightly, "Stomach disease." ”

"Yo?" Wen Yingran gloated and said, "Is this an overturn?" ”

Yan Yichen: ......

Sometimes if it's not a little similar in appearance, they both wonder if they are biological.

Yan Yichen got up lazily, crossed Wen Yingran and went back to the room to lie down.

"Stinky boy, you asked me to help." Wen Yingran followed Yan Yichen into the room, "You must know that I am the only one to deal with that stinky old man, if there is no me, you ......"

Yan Yichen's drooping eyes lifted suddenly, and then narrowed slightly.

Wen Yingran's words came to an abrupt end.

The man who realized something sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his voice and said, "What? Are you still hiding this from Xiao Xing'er? ”

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