Recently, the temperature difference in the weather has been relatively large, and Ling Dequan's stomach problems have recurred, and he often suffers from insomnia at night.

Liu He is a person who knows gratitude, if it weren't for the old man who remembered that he took her in and gave her a serious identity, I don't know which mountainous area she would fall into now to pass on the ancestry.

Today is the weekend, she didn't lie in bed, got up early and read a lot of recipes and Chinese medicine books, wanting to make a meal that can not only nourish the stomach but also be delicious for the old man.

As he passed by the door of Ling Sicheng's bedroom, he heard a strong cough coming from inside.

He has chronic bronchitis, which is the weather with this temperature difference that is most prone to recurrence.

Liu He suddenly softened his heart, he used to help him make loquat and pear porridge every day to regulate his body, but he obviously coughed very little, why didn't he pay attention to it and started again.

Anyway, it's all about doing it, let's do it for him, it's the benevolence of the doctor.

Liu He pondered while flipping through the book in the kitchen, and after a busy morning, he developed a lion's mane mushroom and codonopsis millet porridge, which is warm and nourishing to the stomach, and the entrance is light and not sweet and greasy.

She took it to Ling Dequan and fed him one bite at a time, he had stomach problems in the past few days, and he was a lot haggard, and he felt a lot more comfortable after drinking.

Ling Dequan himself is very satisfied with this daughter-in-law, and thinks that Liu He is sensible and considerate, but he is not filial and likes the warbler Yanyan outside.

"He'er, is the money enough? Not enough for the housekeeper to hit you on the card. He was half-lying on the bed, looking at Liu He with loving eyes.

In fact, the housekeeper stopped transferring money to her card half a year ago, and I don't know what the reason is, maybe it was intentional, maybe it was forgot, anyway, I recognized that she was easy to talk to, and I didn't care about it.

"Enough, you have a good rest," Liu He smiled and tucked the quilt for him and exited the room.

She returned to the kitchen and continued to boil loquat and pear porridge, the selected loquat and pear must be boiled until soft, plus yellow rock sugar will have an effect, and it will not work overnight, and it has to be eaten freshly.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and the voice of the housekeeper Li Ruhui sounded, with a hint of impatience, "Madam, Miss Miao has something to hand over to you." ”

Miao Wenkhmer? And what does she want to do?

Liu He took a small pink box from the butler's hand, with a delicate beige bow tied on it, and was sprayed with a strong smell of perfume.

She opened the box, and a card inside read: Husband, happy first anniversary!

The bottom of the box was filled with photos of them eating, working, dating together, and a B-ultrasound photo of the fetus.

They have been together for a year.

So what am I? Since you have such a good relationship with Xiaosan, why do you deliberately have physical contact with me?

Recalling the ambiguity and absurdity in the cloakroom that day, Liu He felt a tingling pain at the tip of his heart, so painful that he couldn't breathe, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

It's clear that it's good to let go, but when you're there, you'll still be uncontrollably uncomfortable.

At this time, the mobile phone rang at the right time, and she picked it up, and it was the disgusting delicate voice again: "Oh, Mrs. Ling, I'm really sorry, I just told the housekeeper that I was wrong, the box was transferred to Mr. Ling, you didn't open it, right?" ”

"Not interested." Liu He pretended to be calm, and hung up the phone after saying a sentence lightly.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Miao Wenkhan came to demonstrate on purpose, just like she came to the villa that night to send documents under the pretext of delivering documents.

She closed the gift box, restored it to its original state, handed it to Li Ruhui, and said in an indifferent tone: "You take it and give it to Ling Si, don't say that I have touched it." ”

Li Ruhui nodded, seemingly compliant, but after turning around, she quietly rolled her eyes and muttered in a low voice: "What are you pretending." ”

Liu He took a deep breath, her eyes were sour, she looked at the pot of porridge boiling on the stove, and felt like a clown.

She worked so hard, but she couldn't get the slightest sincerity from Ling Sicheng, and Miao Wenkhan didn't have to do anything, he would love her.

It's ironic.

After a while, Ling Sicheng came down from upstairs and saw Liu He standing in the kitchen, there was a familiar smell of loquat floating in the air, and there was an inexplicable relief in her heart, she still cared about herself.

Ling Sicheng walked to the kitchen door, coughed lightly, and asked casually, "What are you doing?" ”

Liu He immediately came back to his senses, was too lazy to turn his head, and responded lightly: "Loquat Sydney porridge." ”

"Don't stay up too long, I don't like to drink it, ask the maid to send it to my room." As he spoke, he picked up a financial magazine and began to flip through it

"It's not for you to drink."

"Huh?" Ling Sicheng's fingers stopped as he was flipping through the magazine, his brows furrowed slightly.

"I'm going to sell it at the night market, do you want to drink it? Pay when you want to drink. Her tone was cold and detached, as if she were speaking to a stranger.

"Huh." Ling Sicheng's thin mouth lifted a sneer, and anger instantly ignited in his eyes, he closed the magazine heavily, reached out and pinched her chin vigorously, and said mockingly: "I don't see it, you are really a complete money-worshipping woman, so you were all pretending to be obedient before, and now you can't get any benefits, so you can't wait to clear up the relationship?" ”

Liu He struggled to push his hand away, but in vain, her eyes were full of humiliation, and a layer of wet mist gradually accumulated, and her voice was hoarse: "Ling Sicheng, you are not qualified to talk to me like this, and you are not qualified to care what I do." ”

"Then you say, who is qualified, is it that man!" Suddenly, the green tendons on Ling Sicheng's hands burst out, and he was furious, as if he wanted to burn everything around him.