"Are you telling the truth? Are you really willing to be my sister?" Ye Anning's words made Cheng Jingyi overjoyed, and she looked at her with tears in her eyes, asking for her affirmation.

Looking at such a pitiful Cheng Jingyi, Ye Anning seemed to see her former self, and nodded with a smile: "Of course it's true!" Don't be cranky, take care of your illness. When you're discharged from the hospital, we'll help you find a job. ”

"Okay, thank you, Sister An Ning, Brother Zixian." This Brother Zixian, Cheng Jingyi screamed very worriedly, and looked at Song Zixian cautiously after calling, for fear that he would disagree.

But he didn't want to, Song Zixian didn't say anything, as if he acquiesced.

Cheng Jingyi lowered her head, a smile appeared on her lips, and her heart was as sweet as eating honey.

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After coming out of the hospital, Ye Anning was in a rare good mood, humming a song and driving home with Song Zixian.

Song Zixian sat in the co-pilot, and saw that Ye Anning was in a good mood all the way, so he couldn't help but ask her, "What?" Do you like your sister very much? I recognized a sister and was happy to be like this. ”

It's strange that he's seen thousands of women, if not thousands. There are people who like cosmetics, brand-name clothes, bags, luxury cars, etc., etc., but I have never seen that woman like her sister. What is this unique fetish?

Ye Anning glanced at him and sneered, "What do you know." Also, you rich people who have had no worries about food and clothing since childhood, you can't understand the sadness and pain of our poor people. ”

She doesn't like her sister, she just sympathizes with Cheng Jingyi. Once, she was also as miserable and helpless as Cheng Jingyi. At that time, Song Siming stood in front of her and held up a piece of the sky for her.

Therefore, Ye Anning deeply knows how important and warm it is to have someone who is willing to reach out to pull you in a desperate situation.

"Poor?" Song Zixian glanced at Ye Anning and sneered; "Could it be that I have been abroad for too long and do not understand the situation at home, and now the poor in China live in villas?"

Villa?

Thinking of the villa he lived in, Ye Anning glared at Song Zixian: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." ”

Hum! Doesn't he know how her villa came to be? It was clearly a deliberate mockery of her. Careful-eyed man.

Ye Anning felt that she and Song Zixian were not speculative for more than half a sentence, and had no desire to talk anymore. With a step on the accelerator, Ye Anning just wanted to go home quickly.

After finally arriving home, Ye Anning breathed a sigh of relief, parked the car and walked into the house quickly with his things, not even wanting to say hello to Song Zixian.

Looking at Ye Anning's hurried footsteps that didn't want to stay with him for a moment, Song Zixian twisted his eyebrows, could it be that he did something wrong?

I can't figure it out, forget it, let's go into the house. Looking at the weather, I'm afraid it's going to rain soon.

Sure enough, when it was dark, the rain came and fell all night, and it stopped before dawn the next day.

As usual, Ye Anning slept until he woke up naturally, and when he woke up, it was almost eleven o'clock.

After a night of heavy rain, Ye Anning knew that something was wrong. Sure enough, when she got dressed and ran to the terrace, the remnants of flowers had fallen all over the ground by the rain.

It seems that something has been done today.

After a simple meal, Ye Anning tied up his hair and walked to the terrace with gardening scissors.

Ye Anning likes to plant flowers and likes the full sense of accomplishment when the flowers bloom. But when the flowers bloom, it is so refreshing, and every time you clean up the leftover flowers, it is painful, especially after the rain.

With a sigh, Ye Anning walked to the edge of the terrace and began to cut the remaining flowers.

Opposite, Song Zixian sat leisurely on the terrace drinking coffee on his laptop after lunch. After seeing Ye Anning, Song Zixian put down his coffee and asked politely, "Do you need help?"

The reason why he asked this was because Song Zixian saw that Ye Anning couldn't reach some places, and he was struggling to cut.

Ye Anning didn't want to pay attention to Song Zixian, but the reality didn't let her do it, so she could only compromise: "Okay, Mr. Song is really a helpful and good person." ”

Song Zixian, who was about to go downstairs, was stunned, and he always felt that Ye Anning couldn't help but say this.

Of course, Song Zixian didn't care, he wasn't originally for her compliment.

Song Zixian took the initiative to help, and Ye Anning was very happy. Happily went downstairs and opened the door to welcome Song Zixian upstairs. Then, the shameless oppression began.

"The one on the left failed, and cut it. And you have a few in the upper right, you have to cut off ......"

"Okay, we're done cutting here, let's go cut over there in another place. There will be a yard downstairs later, and it is estimated that it will take a day to get ......."

Because of the height advantage, Song Zixian undertook the pruning of all the tall flowers, and Ye Anning pruned the bottom.

Most of the flowers planted by Ye Anning are climbing vines and shrubs, with many thorns. Song Zixian did this kind of work for the first time, and he would inevitably be stabbed. When Ye Anning saw it, not only did he not feel guilty, but secretly scolded in his heart that he deserved it.

Finally, after more than an hour of busy work, the remaining flowers on the terrace were cleaned up. The two went downstairs to drink water and rest in the living room downstairs for a while, and then began to clean up the flowers in the yard again.

Unlike the upstairs terrace, there are several fruit trees planted in the yard in addition to flowers and plants. Now is the season of peach ripening, and the two peach trees full of fruits in Ye Anning's yard look particularly attractive.

Swallowing his saliva, Ye Anning took his eyes off the plump and attractive peaches, and urged Song Zixian: "Hurry up and clean up, I'll pick peaches for you to eat when you're done." ”

Pick peaches for him?

Song Zixian was very satisfied with Ye Anning's words, and he was full of enthusiasm when he got to work.