Song Xingchen couldn't control his heart thumping, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and then walked to Leng Haochen's side.

Leng Haochen felt the petite figure approaching, and the smell of shower gel on her body scrambled into his senses, making him look up at her in a slight stunned manner.

The two looked at each other, and a throbbing gushed in their hearts for no reason.

"Washed? I'll help you rub the medicine. Leng Haochen opened his mouth first.

"Well, thank you, don't bother you on your waist, just help me wipe my back......" Song Xingchen sat on the bed, turned his back, and lowered his head to hide the flush on his face that began to expand again.

Leng Haochen's eyes were as tender as water, and a person who was so cold in front of outsiders was suddenly so gentle, and unknown emotions were full of tumbling in his heart.

His palms are large, the palms are warm, the fingers are slender, and the bones are distinct.

Song Xingchen's skin was very white, and Leng Haochen's skin was not much worse.

Some cold ointment was rubbed in Leng Haochen's palm, and then rubbed on Song Xingchen's back, the two touched their skin, and the temperature passed from the warm palm to her body.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was obviously quite low, but Song Xingchen felt a little hot, his face was hot, and his body also had a tendency to heat up.

This feeling is not only Song Xingchen, Leng Haochen only feels that her delicate and tender skin feels very special, which is indescribably special.

This kind of touch seemed to be transmitted directly to his heart, making his heart beat faster and faster, and Leng Haochen seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat.

Such a heartbeat, only Nuan Nuan can give him.

"Nuan Nuan, I'm glad you're back." Leng Haochen subconsciously muttered.

Song Xingchen's ears moved: "What did you say?" What lazy? ”

"It's fine." Leng Haochen retracted his thoughts: "Pay attention to waterproof wounds, so as not to fester." ”

"Oh." Song Xingchen felt strange in his heart, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Such a simple thing as rubbing medicine can be done in a few minutes.

But for a few minutes, no one spoke, so it was extraordinarily long.

Leng Haochen suddenly wanted to hug her into his arms, in fact, he did the same.

There was a faint fragrance from the woman in his arms, her body was soft, and some kind of impulse had climbed into his heart.

Song Xingchen was also a little surprised by this sudden embrace, but in such an ambiguous atmosphere, she involuntarily accepted this action, her throat was inexplicably a little dry, and her brain suddenly went blank.

What to say? Or just hold it?

Her heart was beating like a drum, and she was at a loss for what to do, when a warm wetness came from her chest, which made her whole body tense.

Song Xingchen didn't know what to do, Leng Haochen's lips had already fallen on her good-looking collarbone, and there was a continuous teasing, and the big hand lingered on her waist.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

An An's immature voice rang out: "Mom......"

"Well, it's An An." Song Xingchen hurriedly struggled: "An An is here, you let go of ...... first"

Leng Haochen's face was very stinky: "Ignore him." ”

The "bang" of the knock on the door did not mean to stop at all, and the knocking made the two people in the room upset.

What the hell is going on?

Leng Haochen was suddenly a little annoyed.

"Mom, Mom, are you asleep? I'd like to discuss something with you. The immature voice rang out persistently, and he said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing in the room with your father?" Why don't you come and open the door for me? ”

"Enough, An An will be angry." The broken strings in Song Xingchen's mind were finally reconnected, and he hurriedly pushed Leng Haochen away, too shy to look at him, and hurriedly got out of bed and ran over to open the door.

Leng Yi'an, who was standing in pajamas at the door, looked at her with his head up, his eyes were bright, and he bent into a crescent moon the moment he saw her.

"Mom, do you remember what you promised me?" He blinked his eyes and said, but his little eyes flew to Leng Haochen from time to time and snorted.

Leng Haochen: "......"

What a stinky boy!!

If this stinky boy hadn't been born to him and Nuan Nuan, he would have thrown him away a long time ago.

"Huh?" Song Xingchen's face was red, and he hadn't reacted yet.

"It's just that you said you were going to make me a lot of delicious food, does it still count?" Leng Yi'an's eyes were full of anticipation, and the words 'delicious' also awakened her memory.

She promised: "What I promised you must count, what's wrong?" Do you have anything you'd like to eat? ”

Leng Yi'an hurriedly nodded his little head, and pouted with a baby fat face: "I want to bring the food that my mother made for me to share with my classmates at school, didn't my father say that there are good things to know how to share with others, so I want them to taste my mother's good craftsmanship." ”

Leng Haochen straightened his clothes with a dark face, leaned on the bed and looked coldly at Leng Yi'an, who was playing treasure: "This kind of thing, can't you talk about it tomorrow morning?" ”

"Then it's too late." Leng Yi'an had such a stupid expression on his face: "The time I want to prepare for my mother, Dad, you haven't slept so late, what are you pestering your mother for?" ”

Leng Haochen was speechless, this kid dared to sue the wicked first.

"An An is right, let's discuss what to do first." Song Xingchen only felt that An An was extremely sensible, and she responded happily, and had already begun to think about what food to cook in her mind, so that she could ask Uncle Wang to help her prepare the ingredients in advance.

Leng Haochen's face sank from the moment Leng Yi'an sat down, and he found that his son and Song Xingchen were chatting more and more happily, and before he had a place, he was even more dissatisfied.

Song Xingchen had completely left Leng Haochen behind, pulled Leng Yi'an to sit on the sofa, took his mobile phone and searched for it.

She asked gently, "An An, do you have anything you want to eat?" Or rather, what kind of food do you want to bring to school? ”

Leng Yi'an held his face with his hands and thought for a while: "Mom, do you have any special food?" It's good to do what you're good at, but you can do anything else, no matter what your mom does, I like it. ”

His ultimate goal is not to share food, he wants to let the people in the school who are always laughing at him behind his back know that he also has a very good mother, and his mother loves him very much.

And Song Xingchen couldn't guess a big drama in Xiao Mengwa's heart, he was amused by his words, and began to discuss the topic of food with the children more excitedly.

Leng Yi'an didn't know if he understood or not, nodded from time to time, and said arrogantly from time to time: "Oh, I like it all, Mom, you have a little confidence in yourself." ”

And Leng Haochen sat on the side and pretended to look at his phone, but in fact, he always paid attention to the situation here.

He was pestled to the side like a wooden carving, constantly emitting cold air, but he still couldn't find a sense of existence in front of the two, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, so he had to turn around and go to the study.

This stinky boy will have to clean up sooner or later.