Even if she still didn't figure out why someone of his status would be serious about her, he came to the door to propose marriage for some reason, and then he kept trying his best to be good to her, caring and gentle, in many ways, he was treating her as a cold wife as much as possible.

Song Xingchen's thoughts were rolling, and her heartbeat was getting louder and louder, saying that she didn't believe it if she didn't have a heartbeat.

Maybe try to relax yourself and accept it slowly, and you will live more comfortably.

"Thank you." Song Xingchen was silent for a long time, and then said this sentence in a muffled voice.

"What's wrong?" Leng Haochen keenly sensed that her tone was wrong.

Song Xingchen got up directly regardless of it, quickly kissed him on the face, covered the quilt after kissing, and buried the whole person in it: "I'm really tired, I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me." ”

Leng Haochen, who has always been accustomed to playing with Song Xingchen first, was stunned by this sudden fragrant kiss for a few seconds at this moment, and when he reacted, the person who made his heart excited was already wrapped in the quilt and became an ostrich.

He raised his hand and touched the position of the kiss on his face, regardless of the ointment on his hand, and began to think, is he one step closer to success?

But what does it mean to go to bed after flirting? Is it to take revenge on him or to thank him?

Leng Haochen looked at her shy posture, couldn't help but chuckle, hugged the person into his arms through the quilt, and whispered comfortingly: "Sleep in peace, I won't touch you." ”

I'll settle accounts with her tomorrow!!

Song Xingchen buried himself in the quilt and rubbed it, feeling hot all over.

……

The next morning, when Song Xingchen woke up, there was no one around him.

After she washed up, she went downstairs.

At this time, Leng Yi'an and Leng Haochen were already waiting for her in the restaurant.

The two fathers and sons already look alike, and when they wake up in the morning, they look even more alike, they are simply carved out of a mold.

"Good morning." Song Xingchen also pulled out a chair and sat down, first took two sips of milk, and just wanted to pick up the bread and take a bite, but found Leng Haochen staring at her motionlessly.

"What are you looking at me for?" She was inexplicably looked at by this gaze.

"Sit here." Leng Haochen patted the position beside him without changing his face.

Song Xingchen glanced at An An, expecting the little guy to speak, who knew that Leng Yi'an was eating breakfast obediently, and when he heard this, he also raised his head and glanced at his parents, not understanding what was going on.

But because of the agreement, Leng Yi'an still moved his little fart: "Mom, Dad is so clingy, you can go and sit down, I'm a man, I don't have to worry about him." ”

Song Xingchen was abandoned by the little guy and had to sit next to Leng Haochen, is he still angry about last night's kiss? Blame her for not helping him get along with the fire?

Otherwise, why is it weird early in the morning?

Because he was on guard, when Leng Haochen raised his hand and stretched it out, Song Xingchen's reaction was extraordinarily loud, he stood up suddenly, and hit the edge of the table with Leng Haochen's hand.

Leng Haochen was stunned for a moment, looked at Song Xingchen's panicked look, quickly reacted, covered his right hand and snorted: "Hmm......"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Song Xingchen was really startled, and hurriedly took his hand and looked at it: "How is it?" Did you hit a bone? ”

Leng Haochen's skin is cold white, and he has a large red patch when he hits it, I don't know if he hit the bone, but looking at his expression, it seems that it hurts a lot.

"My hands hurt, you feed me." Leng Haochen said without blushing and without a heartbeat.

Shouldn't you see if the injuries on your hands are serious? Why did you suddenly start feeding her?

Song Xingchen was stunned for a moment, and with a little surprise his gaze shifted from Leng Haochen's hand to his unwavering face: "Huh? ”

Leng Haochen also looked at her like this, not moving, not answering, obsidian-like eyes deep and focused.

Seeing that he didn't react, Song Xingchen said uneasily: "Your hand seems to be swollen, let Uncle Wang get some ointment first." ”

Leng Haochen finally responded, withdrew his hand to himself, and looked at his breakfast.

The meaning was too obvious, so I wanted her to feed it, Song Xingchen understood.

But do you really want her to feed it?

It's not appropriate for so many people to look at it, right?

The maid was cleaning up nearby, and there was a child at the table staring at the two of them with big eyes and no explanation.

Song Xingchen looked at Leng Haochen's red hand, but he didn't make the next move.

Leng Yi'an lowered his head slightly and ate the crystal bag, secretly glanced at his mother who was at a loss, and then at his father who was calm as usual, and had an idea.

Before he could swallow the food in his mouth, he began to think about assisting his partner: "Dad's hand is definitely inconvenient to eat, Mom works hard, help Dad." ”

When Leng Haochen heard his son speak, although his expression was still cold, the corners of his eyes were already filled with imperceptible relief.

Leng Yi'an noticed the appreciative gaze from his father, blinked, looked back, and continued to bow his head to eat breakfast.

That's it, what can I do if I don't feed it?

Song Xingchen took Leng Haochen's breakfast on the table, cut the bread into slices, and paid special attention to the size of the bread slices, so that he could eat more easily.

She leaned close to him, forked a piece with a fork and handed it to his mouth, and her eyes involuntarily rested on his thin lips, the natural color of the lips and the fair complexion of the complexion, and the skin on the face was smooth and smooth without a single blemish, and then looked down......

Leng Haochen's protruding Adam's apple, as soon as he swallowed, seemed to be deliberately seducing her, and he felt terrible.

Leng Haochen shouldn't have been taken by a fox spirit this morning, right?

Why is it so tempting?

Ambiguity spread in the eyes of the two, the atmosphere at the table was a little quiet, only Leng Yi'an ate an ordinary breakfast very seriously, and his clever eyes quietly flew between the adults, and he would not make a sound to disturb their eye contact.

For a long time, it was Leng Haochen who seemed to have a calm face that broke the silence: "What are you thinking?" ”

"Nothing." Song Xingchen was so shocked by his sudden voice that his hands trembled with his heartbeat.

Leng Haochen rolled his eyes, didn't seem to care about her answer, raised his chin slightly and pointed to the dining table, Song Xingchen followed his line of sight, it was the half glass of milk she hadn't drunk.

Does it mean to drink milk?

Song Xingchen raised his eyes and swept the table, and soon noticed that Leng Haochen's cup was empty, and he should have drunk it before she went downstairs.

There was no more milk on the table, so I had to call the maid to fetch another bottle.

Song Xingchen was thinking about it, and was about to call the maid when he turned his head, but he saw Leng Haochen who turned his head and stared straight at her.

"Aren't you going to drink milk?" Song Xingchen didn't understand his gesture for a while, and met his gaze and glanced at him, with a little doubt in his eyes.