Yan Qi looked at the bullied Qu Youran and shouted in front of Xuan Canbing: "Cui Canbing, go and help!" Choi Chan Bing! Choi Chan Bing! ”

Urging Canbing to ride through Yan Qi's body, she suddenly heard someone calling her name, and then stopped the car violently.

The surroundings began to twist and collapse, and the black and white whirlpools seemed to be about to swallow people, and Yan Qi reached out in horror to block them. "Don't!"

The sun was falling, and a pair of warm hands were pressed against Yan Qi's face, and she opened her eyes to find that the sky was already bright.

Urging Canbing, who was lying side by side with her, sat up in horror and looked into the distance with a dull look.

"Awake? Why did you sleep outside? I thought you all went back to the house, and when I got up this morning, I saw you lying on your back, but fortunately you didn't catch a cold, otherwise it wouldn't be good. ”

Zheng Jiajia touched Yan Qi's head and said, Yan Qi raised his head and found that the wrinkles on Zheng Jiajia's face looked inexplicably gentle.

Liu Liu lay next to the sofa and rubbed her eyes, looked at Yan Qi in a daze, and stretched her waist.

"Ah~ My back hurts! How did I fall asleep here? ”

"I drank too much yesterday, get up and don't sit on the ground, beware of catching a cold."

Zheng Jiajia said to Liu Liu while helping Yan Qi, who couldn't stand steadily.

"Why am I dizzy? Throat, throat is so painful. ”

Yan Qi shook his head and touched his throat and said aggrievedly.

"Who told you to be greedy? Now you know that it's bitter, right? Go and sit down, I'll boil you ginger soup for you and serve it to you for a while, and you'll be fine if you drink it. ”

Yan Qi nodded, walked to the sofa and sat down under Zheng Jiajia's support, and then looked at Zheng Jiajia with bright eyes.

"Yan Qi, you do it a little bit, don't sit on the side, you will fall if you sit there."

Seeing Yan Qi swaying from side to side, Zheng Jiajia, who had just taken a few steps forward, turned around and sent Yan Qi to the sofa, and helped her brush the hair on her face behind her ears.

Yan Qi nodded obediently, "Okay!" ”

The maternal love in Zheng Jiajia's eyes was about to melt Yan Qi, "Yan Qi is so good." ”。

After a while, Zheng Jiajia carefully brought out a bowl of ginger soup.

"The ginger soup is here, you want to drink it yourself."

Zheng Jiajia took a bowl full of ginger soup and sent it to Yan Qi like a child entertaining herself, her eyes were full of love.

"Come, you drink and see if it's hot."

Yan Qi took a sip, feeling that the taste was spicy and bitter, and couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong? Is it hot? ”

Looking at Zheng Jiajia's worried look, Yan Qi shook his head.

"It's not hot, it's just a little bitter."

"Bitter?"

"Uh-huh."

Yan Qi nodded.

"Wait, I'll add some sugar to you, and it won't be bitter if you add some sugar."

After speaking, Zheng Jiajia took out some brown sugar from the kitchen, the brown sugar was cut into fine pieces and melted as soon as it was sprinkled in the ginger soup, and the light yellow ginger soup suddenly turned brown-red, and Yan Qi opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Wow! It's amazing! ”

Yan Qi looked at the bowl in his hand in disbelief and took a big sip happily.

"Delicious! Warm. ”

"It's good to drink, drink more to nourish the stomach and ward off the cold." Zheng Jiajia's doting eyes lingered on Yan Qi's body, and the lemon essence on her upper body suddenly said cheaply: "Aunt Zheng really has a heart, does she want a child or miss a child?" I didn't know what Yan Qi looked like, and I thought it was your own. ”

Yan Qi leaned on Zheng Jiajia's arms, then took a sip of ginger soup in his mouth and said, "It's my own, I like Zheng Jiajia so much." ”

Yan Qi called Zheng Jiajia's full name and coquettishly in her arms. Liu Liu giggled on the side: "I said Cancan, you shouldn't be jealous, right?"

Xuan Canbing glared at Liu Liu uneasily.

"I won't be jealous, what do you have to make me jealous? It's just a bunch of stupid mortals. ”

Liu Liu smiled: "Yes, yes, you are the best, you are the best, our graduate student!" ”

After Yan Qi drank the ginger soup, Zheng Jiajia gently helped her wipe the soup from the corners of her mouth, and Yan Qi also let Zheng Jiajia fiddle with it with a look of enjoyment.

Bang bang.

Qu walked out of the room leisurely with heavy makeup, wearing professional clothes to highlight her body curves just right, and her cold appearance made her feel a little more mysterious.

Seeing Qu Youran, Yan Qi suddenly stood up.

"That's right!"

Yan Qi, who thought of something, pointed at Xuan Canbing and said, "Qu Youran, you and Xuan Canbing have known each other for a long time!" ”

The speaker was unintentional, listening to the deliberate urging Canbing's face to look away, Qu You, who was originally walking through the living room and planning to walk to the door, paused for a while, and the picture became inexplicably deadlocked.

"I don't know, little sister, you misunderstood."

After a while, seeing that Cui Canbing didn't react, Qu leisurely used her tone that could freeze people to death, and disappeared at the door after saying word by word.

Xuan Canbing's face turned pale, and he lowered his head in frustration with a look of guilt.

"Ahem......"

Xuan Cangbing coughed violently a few times, and then looked at Yan Qi suspiciously.

"How did you ......?"

Halfway through speaking, Xuan Canbing suddenly realized something and changed his words: "How do you think we know each other?" ”

Yan Qi lazily leaned into Zheng Jiajia's arms and licked his lips: "Because you have the same bracelet on your hands." ”

Xuan Canbing looked at the bracelet in his hand, which was already very old, and explained with an ugly face: "This hand was very popular in our student days at that age, and it is normal to have the same style." ”

After speaking, Cui Canbing threw the bowl on the table casually and then excused: "I'm going to work too, so I won't talk about this boring gossip with you here." ”

Seeing Xuan Canbing hiding in the room, Zheng Jiajia touched Yan Qi's head and looked at Yan Qi lovingly: "Yan Qi and Liu Liu are good at home, I'm going to work too." ”

Yan Qi nodded, and then climbed to the side of Liu Liu and continued to lean on Liu Liu. Because when Zheng Jiajia was holding her just now, she found that it was really warm and comfortable to lie in someone's arms.

"Yan Qi, why do I think Aunt Zheng is good to you, you shouldn't be her long-lost daughter, right?"

"Maybe it's because I miss my daughter too much, so I think of me as my daughter, after all, I haven't seen him for more than ten years, how can I not miss it? Right?. ”

Liu Liu suddenly found that Yan Qi was like being able to read minds, and no one had told her these things, but she just knew.

For example, she has long felt that the relationship between Xuan Canbing and Qu Youran is not ordinary, and the two often avoid each other intentionally or unintentionally.

Today, I heard Yan Qi ask if the two of them knew each other before, although they were all denying it, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was a problem with these two.

"Liu Liu, when did Zheng Jiajia come here?"

Yan Qi called Zheng Jiajia by name again, and Liu Liu patiently explained to her: "Yan Qi, do you know that the elders can't call her by her name?" You have to add an honorific title. ”

"What's that going to be called? Mom? ”

Yan Qi's eyes were as bright as the Milky Way, simply like a six or seven-year-old child, Liu Liu explained speechlessly: "You can't just call someone else's mother, only if you are born or raised, in this world, except for your father, the person who loves you the most can call your mother to know?"

Yan Qi didn't understand again, she wanted to ask but didn't know where to start, so she nodded.

"Then can I ask Mother Zheng to support me? She is so gentle, whoever is her daughter must be very happy. ”

"Is Yan Qi homesick and misses his parents? I thought about it too. ”

The two snuggled up to each other like displaced and homeless children, looking at the ceiling with some of the skin peeling off their heads, as if they were remembering something sweet, and the corners of their mouths were filled with happiness.