"Miss Joe?" Aunt Liu called twice before Qiao Yue reacted.

"Ahh She looked up and saw Aunt Liu standing by the bed, looking at the empty bottle in her hand and motioning for her to help throw it in the trash.

Qiao Yue clenched the bottle in her palm tightly, the small bottle had infected her temperature.

She didn't want to lose it, she even wanted to fall asleep with the bottle in her hands, even though it sounded ridiculous.

Qiao Yue lowered her head, spread out her palm, glanced at the glass bottle lying in her palm, and finally handed it to Aunt Liliu.

Aunt Liu took the bottle and threw it into the trash, she didn't see Qiao Yue's reluctant and lost eyes.

The bowl of millet porridge brought by Su Mingyuan was still on the table, and Aunt Liu saw it and quickly turned her head.

"Miss Qiao, are you hungry, I boiled millet porridge, and Mr. Su served ...... just now" Aunt Liu stopped suddenly halfway through her words.

She remembered what Su Mingyuan said, and couldn't let Qiao Yue know that he did all this, including buying medicine.

Qiao Yue looked at Aunt Liu suspiciously, and the bowl of porridge in her hand, what did she say Mr. Su?

Aunt Liu hurriedly smiled and changed her words: "I brought the porridge just now, and I saw that you were sleeping fragrantly, so I didn't call you." Are you hungry or not, I'll go and make the porridge hot. ”

I see.

Qiao Yue smiled and shook her head, indicating that she was not hungry.

After Aunt Liu watched Qiao Yue lie down, she helped her tuck the corners of the quilt before packing up her things and leaving.

Qiao Yue was lying on the bed, maybe the medicine was working, and she felt her eyelids feel a little heavy.

She slowly closed her eyes, curled up, grabbed the quilt with both hands, and hugged her tightly to her chest, as if she had just hugged Su Mingyuan in his arms.

Maybe it was because of the syrup she drank, Qiao Yue always felt a slight sweetness from her throat to her heart.

After a while, Qiao Yue fell asleep, but there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she had dreamed of something beautiful in her dream, or saw someone she wanted to see.

Aunt Liu drank the bowl of cold porridge with a cup and returned to the kitchen downstairs.

She put away the ingredients that she took out of the refrigerator, and as soon as Su Mingyuan left, it meant that he would not come back for dinner.

After cleaning up for a while, Aunt Liu was not at ease, so she went upstairs and quietly walked into Qiao Yue's bedroom, and saw that her face was better, so she went downstairs with confidence.

When she arrived in the living room downstairs, after thinking about it for a while, she still called Su Mingyuan.

The phone rang and was picked up, as if the other party was waiting for her call.

"Hey." Su Mingyuan's cold voice came out of the microphone.

"Mr. Su, Miss Qiao has taken the medicine you brought back, she has gotten much better, and her fever has subsided a little, I just went up to take a look, and it looks like I slept better than before." Aunt Liu talked about Qiao Yue's changes in detail.

"Hmm." Su Mingyuan listened quietly.

Although his answer was the same word, Aunt Liu heard it differently.

The tone of this "um" was obviously much soothed, and she didn't want to be so indifferent just now, she could feel some subtle changes in Su Mingyuan's mood.

Maybe Su Mingyuan's answer was too simple and bland, and Aunt Liu didn't know how to answer for a while.

Just when she thought Su Mingyuan would hang up the phone, a deep voice came from the microphone.

"She, have you eaten?" Su Mingyuan asked.

If they were face-to-face, Aunt Liu would definitely see the unnaturalness on Su Mingyuanjun's face.

"Not yet, I saw that Miss Qiao was sleeping soundly, and I didn't wake her up. The porridge was always hot, and I would serve it to her later. Aunt Liu replied respectfully.

"Hmm." Su Mingyuan hummed and hung up the phone.