A beautiful night.

Liang Jincheng woke up holding his sore waist, looked at the man sleeping beside him, and widened his eyes in horror.

Yesterday, I don't know exactly what happened.

But fortunately, the man beside him was Song Yixian.

Instead of Shen Shen.

Looking back on what had happened before last night, Liang Jincheng's stomach cramped.

Uncomfortable brain drowsiness.

But even though she was terrified of that kind of thing, her body still had the happy memories of yesterday.

Song Yixian brought it to her.

The affectionate beautiful eyes looked around, and the mess on the bed already made her know how ridiculous last night was.

"Little Orange." The hoarse voice opened, and Song Yixian's big hand was wrapped around her soft thin waist, and her eyes were blurred.

The handsome face is matched with a lazy appearance, noble as an emperor.

"You're awake," she blushed, and as she spoke, she realized that her throat was as dry as if it had been burned by fire.

Sore throat, shouted last night.

The lower back also hurts

Song Yixian did it.

"Hmm" Song Yixian groaned, and the hand around her waist suddenly became stronger, allowing her to stick to her body, "Are you tired, do you want to sleep for a while?" ”

Song Yixian asked, her eyes were full of spoiling.

Liang Jincheng lowered her head and pursed her lips, a woman who has already experienced personnel should not be so hypocritical, but she still has her hands around her chest, separated from Song Yixian by elbows.

"No, no, I remember," she said, staccato and unsure of what she was shy about.

She wanted to ask about last night's incident, but she didn't know how to speak.

Seeing her entangled eyebrows, Song Yixian said: "At a critical moment, I appeared, so it's okay." ”

What Song Yixian said was okay should also be what Liang Jincheng was worried about.

He said she was fine, so it must be fine.

"Can you tell me what happened in the dozens of hours that I wasn't around?"

Liang Jincheng pursed his lips lightly and nodded gently.

Explain things from the beginning succinctly.

There is no concealment and cover-up.

But also avoid the details that made her blush.

Shen Shen kissed her and hugged her, but did not take the last step.

But I don't remember what happened after Liu Susu gave her something to eat.

"You're drugged." Song Yixian said lightly, and a light flashed in his glass eyes.

Liang Jincheng was stunned when he heard the explanation, and then remembered the scene when Song Yixian was also drugged.

She was drugged and even unconscious, but Song Yixian that day stubbornly avoided Shen Xiaoya's entanglement and found her.

His face turned red again, and he no longer wanted to discuss yesterday's events with Song Yixian.

She pushed the man away and wanted to go to the bathroom to clean her slimy body, but when she turned over and got out of bed, she felt that her body was soft and had no strength.

Only then did she remember that in the past two days, not a grain of rice had been eaten.

Song Yixian didn't ask much, obeyed her and picked her up into the bathroom.

Put the person in the bathtub.

With a few experiences, he became more proficient in helping her clean up.

And the floor-to-ceiling mirror facing Liang Jincheng, with her crimson face in it, is her biggest enemy.

Shy.

When Song Yixian took the person out again, he put on a bathrobe for her.

A men's bathrobe that belonged to Song Yixian.

It's wide and big, so it doesn't fit.

Song Yixian took a towel to wipe her hair again.

But a towel can't dry your hair.

He got a hair dryer from somewhere, and he blew her hair.

The movements were very gentle, gently on her head, like a massage.

Black, slightly curly strands of hair slid through the tips of his fingers, and the thin strands were quite supple.

It fell on her tender neck, and it was beautiful.

When her hair was dry, he used a comb to help her comb her hair again, one at a time, gently.

"You rest again, but don't fall asleep, I'll get you something to eat, and you can sleep when you're done." Song Yixian rubbed her head.

Liang Jincheng looked up at him and asked rhetorically, "Don't you know how to cook?" ”

"No, it's okay to do something simple."

After speaking, Song Yixian walked out, and after about fifteen minutes, he came in with a bowl of white porridge.

It also comes with white sugar.

"Actually, there are noodles, but I really can't, so I made this."

To cook porridge, that is, to pour rice into a pot and add more water.

The steps are simple.

If there is no food, I have to eat sweet porridge.

Liang Jincheng curled the corners of his mouth, thinking that Song Yixian was very cute.

The porridge was fed by Song Yixian, and every time he fed it, he would taste the temperature on the spoon first.

If you don't burn your mouth, give it to her.

Compared with Song Yixian's gentleness and thoughtfulness towards Liang Jincheng, Song Yingrui is more like he was abused and grew up.

"Ahh A big sneeze came out of the little guy's nose.

"Wow

Huahua heard Song Yingrui's voice and screamed a few times.

Song Zhi wiped his nose with toilet paper a little disgusted, "You must have offended someone, someone is scolding you." ”

Song Yingrui glanced at her little aunt, and snorted: "Actually, someone misses me, this person must be Xiaocheng." ”

Thinking of Xiao Cheng, Song Yingrui sighed, "Hey, I haven't seen Xiao Cheng for a long time." ”

He sadly stretched out his little hand and touched Flowey's head.

He was in the hospital before, and he couldn't raise a puppy, and Song Yixian didn't open the back door for him, so he had to feed Huahua when he had something to do.

Now that he is home, he didn't tell Song Yixian that he wanted to raise a dog, so he brought the dog back.

Song Jing saw that the dog liked it very much, and there was no objection, so she brought it back together.

Song Jingjing also touched Huahua's dog head, and said to Song Yingrui: "Why haven't you seen it, didn't you see it a few days ago." ”

"Little aunt, you don't understand, I haven't seen you for a day, it's only been a few days, I'm thinking about oranges." The little guy looked melancholy at the passing scenery outside the car window.

"Day after day, year after year, why am I still so small and so small?" The little guy wants to be big.

The meaning of not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns, how could Song Jingjing not understand it, for several years abroad, she has been thinking about her family, the people at home, and the third brother at home.

The former Song Jingjing was the same as Song Yingrui, and he really wanted to be able to grow up quickly.

But now I don't want to grow up.

She once wanted to grow up quickly, marry the third brother, and drive away other women.

But now, she found that she couldn't marry the third brother, she was afraid that she would grow up, she was afraid that she would marry someone else, and she was afraid that the third brother would marry another woman.

Although it is still relatively stable, how long can we get along with such a relationship?

Song Yingrui was very melancholy.

Song Jing is also very melancholy.

One is four years old and the other is eighteen.

But the melancholy is only that little bit of men and women.

Huahua whimpered twice, as if she was infected by the emotions of the two, and her eyes were sad, looking at the scenery outside the window.

The autumn wind outside is blowing, and the trees are shaking.

A boy and a girl and a dog all have their own hearts.

Back at home, the old lady, who was not in good health, was waiting at the door with a newly-made ivory cane.

At the same time, at the door were Liu Ying, Liu Susu, Song Yancheng, and Song Beilang in a wheelchair.

The whole family is here, except for Song Yixian.

Song Yingrui was also in a wheelchair, and Song Jingjing was pushing.

As soon as the old lady saw Song Yingrui's small body, she hurriedly stepped forward and took a few steps.

She is the most distressed about this great-grandson.

The whole family knows it.

Song Yingrui saw Grandma Tai, swept away the previous haze, raised her little face high, and sweetly shouted to the old man with gray temples, "Grandma." ”

"Ouch, my little good grandson."

If the old lady hadn't been in good health, she would have taken care of her little grandchildren for Mother He.

"Little aunt, you push it faster, I didn't see my grandmother miss me, hurry up, I want my grandmother to touch my little fleshy face, she likes to rub me the most."

Song Jing pursed her lips, knocked on the little guy's head, and then walked forward quickly and sent the old lady's baby great-grandson to her.

"Ouch, my little darling, but you miss me."

As she spoke, the old lady rubbed Song Yingrui's little fleshy face with both hands.

This little face, after a week or two of recuperation, has grown a lot.

"Grandma, you see I've lost weight, my dad abused me when he was in the hospital, didn't give me food or drink, and robbed me of my pocket money, which made me angry."

The first thing Song Yingrui did when she came home was, as Song Jing expected, to complain to her grandmother.

It's just that the old lady is suspected of harboring Song Yixian, and said with a smile: "It's thin, but it's good-looking, look at your grandfather's pot-bellied appearance, what's the difference between him and an old man." ”

Song Yancheng frowned, a little unhappy, "Mom, what is this going on." ”

Liu Ying quipped, "It's not that you lose weight, your sons and grandchildren are more handsome than the other, you can't fall behind, you have time at night, you still have to go to the gym with me to exercise more." ”

Yanagi Sakura has always been a woman who can talk.

Very shrewd.

Since Liu Susu knew her identity, she didn't have any feelings for the family, standing aside and not saying a word.

Song Yancheng nodded, "Yes, yes, I'll go with you when I have time." ”

"I'm going to go to the gym more in the future, so I won't get fat." Song Yingrui shouted, the old lady didn't mention how happy.

Song Jing looked at the family and sent Song Yingrui to the old lady, and he stood silently beside Song Beilang, holding his hands on the push of the wheelchair.

Then, the handsome man in the wheelchair with his head bowed asked softly, "Third brother, you haven't seen you for a few days, do you miss me?" ”

Song Beilang's clear eyes were placed on Song Yingrui over there like everyone else, but his big hand was covered on the handle, just holding Song Jing's small hand.

There was a warm, warm temperature from the back of his hand, all the way to the bottom of his heart.

Song Jing secretly rejoiced, not seeing the light in Liu Ying's eyes not far away.

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