When Shi Meng woke up again, the sky outside the window was already bright.

There was still a dull ache in her stomach, which she knew was the result of a night of pain.

The room was quiet, Shi Meng pinched the bridge of his nose, lifted the quilt and was about to get up, when he heard Huo Yuchai's voice not far away.

Huo Yu chased, "Awake?" ”

The corners of Shi Meng's mouth twitched, thinking that this guy must have an opinion about himself.

The three times she woke up, his first words were those two words.

If it weren't for daylight, she would have been scared half to death by him.

Huo Yuchai put down the test paper she had brushed before, suppressed the doubts in her heart, and came to her.

Huo Yu chased, "Do you feel better?" Hungry or not, the kitchen made vegetable porridge, and I asked them to bring it up. ”

As soon as Shi Meng heard the word 'porridge', his stomach twitched subconsciously.

She raised her eyes, her dark pupils were full of resentment, "Uncle, are you trying to frame me and inherit the shares of the Shi family in my hands?" ”

The corners of Huo Yuchai's eyes twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and flick it heavily on her smooth forehead.

Seeing that the little milk cat was in pain and hugged his head, Huo Yuchai said in a flat tone, "I'm not interested in the little shares in your hand, hurry up and come down to eat." ”

The man had just said that he would have the food brought upstairs, and then he would let her go downstairs to eat by herself.

Shi Meng grimaced at his back, expressing disdain for his sudden change of face.

And when Huo Yu chased after her room, he couldn't help but glance at her desk again.

Can a person really change the font of a writing in a short period of time?

He had seen Shi Meng's words, not to mention that they were ugly, but they were barely eye-catching.

But now that he looked at her test paper, the beautiful line on it was like a calligraphy template.

Huo Yuchai, who has a lot of research on calligraphy, knows that such a good handwriting will never be practiced in ten or eight years.

But Shi Meng has never practiced the line, and how did he write a good line.

Huo Yuchai controlled the wheelchair to leave, and the changes in the recent period of time flashed in his mind, and the doubts in his heart were like snowballs, rolling bigger and bigger, rolling more and more.

But when Shi Meng dragged his weak body downstairs, Huo Yuchai immediately left all those doubts behind.

Shi Meng came to the restaurant and saw a pot of casserole porridge on his place, in which the green vegetables were mixed with thick and soft glutinous rice grains, which made people very appetizing when they looked at it.

Unlike last night's burnt white porridge, today's vegetable porridge is full of fragrance, which makes Shi Meng, who has never liked to drink porridge, can't help but have a big appetite.

Huo Yuchai sat opposite her, the table was not big, and he could clearly hear her swallowing in small mouths.

Seeing her drink a large mouthful of porridge in her mouth because of hunger, and her cheeks bulging with her cute appearance, Huo Yuchai couldn't help but soften her tone.

Huo Yu chased, "Eat slowly, no one will rob you." ”

Shi Meng held the bowl in both hands, as if to protect the food, as if to say that even if someone wanted to rob it, she would definitely not let the other party succeed.

It wasn't until Shi Meng was full of food and burped that his brain, which had been stagnant all night, slowly began to function.

She put down the porcelain bowl and looked up at Huo Yuchai.

Huo Yuchai was uncomfortable when she looked at her, and said, "What are you looking at?" Done your homework? ”

Unexpectedly, Shi Meng actually nodded.

Shi Meng, "It's done." ”

She not only completed, but also completed two sets of exam papers for each subject.

Huo Yu chased, "Since it's done, go back to the room and rest for a while, the illness is just better." ”

Shi Meng scoffed at the speed at which he changed his face.