Sheng Ting woke up half an hour later than usual.

When I woke up in the morning, Chushuang was still lying in my arms, my eyes were closed tightly, and a few strands of hair were sticking to my face due to thin sweat, probably stuffy, and my cheeks were a little powdery.

Looks overworked.

As soon as he woke up early in the morning and saw such a scene, Sheng Ting's eyes darkened.

After staring for a moment, he got up lightly.

After packing up and going downstairs, Aunt Yuan was setting up breakfast.

When he saw him come down, he looked upstairs behind him, and there was no first frost.

"She'll eat later." Sheng Ting sat down straight, as if he could read minds.

After taking a sip of milk, he remembered something and said to Aunt Yuan, "Please make some soup for her." ”

Aunt Yuan has lived most of her life, and she knows the meaning of these words.

"Okay, I just bought some ingredients to replenish my body yesterday, and I'll stew them later and send them to my wife."

"I'm sorry for you."

Aunt Yuan quietly looked at Sheng Ting and found that his face was calm and he couldn't see anything.

Sure enough, he is a calm person.

There is not a trace of smug joy in it.

Chushuang was woken up by Sheng Yao's phone, and when she opened one eye to connect the phone, Sheng Yao's voice came.

"Auntie, have you had breakfast?"

"Nope."

Chushuang's eyelids were too heavy, "What's wrong Yaoyao?" ”

Sheng Yao paused for two seconds before speaking, "Why is your voice so hoarse?" ”

It's scary, hoarse.

Hatsufrost coughed, "A little cold......"

"Your cold is a bit serious, have you found medicine to eat?"

"Eat."

Sheng Yao: "I also said that I asked you to go shopping and make clothes on the weekend, if you have such a serious cold, forget it, take a good rest." By the way, do you want me to come and see you? ”

"Don't worry, I'm fine, just take a day off, you're busy, you don't have to come over."

"Is Uncle at home with you?"

Chushuang looked at the empty bed next to him, "He went to work early in the morning." ”

"Uncle is really relieved that you are alone, what if you have a fever and dizzy brain and no one is around to take care of you?"

"Ahem...... It's okay Yaoyao, he's been very busy lately, and he has an aunt at home. It's not a big cold, it's just scary to listen to. ”

"Okay, I feel that you are a little difficult to speak, then I won't bother you, let's have something to talk about."

Hung up the phone, Chushuang looked at the phone time, 10:40.

I lay on the bed with my eyes closed for a while, got up and sat up, and gasped without noticing.

The quilt slipped off the body, and at a glance, there were traces of plum red everywhere.

The body is like doing a hundred sit-ups, the back is sore, the legs are sore, and nothing is good.

Thinking of last night's scorching heat and palpitations, the temperature of my cheeks was uncontrollable.

Slowing down on the bed, he looked around and saw a small patch of pink cloth falling at the end of the bed.

It was crumpled and had a broken shoulder strap, so I couldn't wear it anymore anyway.

This is a nightdress that she likes very much, and it is scrapped like that.

He's so rude.

There was water at the head of the bed, so I took a sip of it, calmed my heartbeat a little, and lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The moment her feet landed on the carpet, there was a heart-piercing pain in her legs, and if she hadn't been holding on to the bed, she might have to fall.

His eyes casually swept over the trash can, and he saw several small silicone bags, and the pupils of the first frost opened slightly.

This... So much.

She was groggy last night, and she was tired and paralyzed from the back.

Didn't the man know moderation?

It's like I've never touched a woman in eight lifetimes.

Covering her hot face, she cleaned up the garbage bag, and thought to herself, next time she must remind him that she can't be so indulgent and lustful, which is not good for her health.

After packing up the garbage bag, she ripped off the sheets and stuffed them into the washing machine in the laundry room.

If these things were to be seen by Aunt Yuan, it would be too embarrassing.

The machine started running, and she went back to washing up.

When I went downstairs, I didn't call for breakfast, and I just ate lunch.

"Mrs., this salvia safflower black chicken soup was just stewed in the morning, you drink more, it's very nourishing."

"How do you stew chicken soup in the morning?"

"Sir ordered it to be stewed for you."

The first frost is slightly paused, and the cheeks are hot.

Aunt Yuan filled a bowl full of chicken and chicken soup in front of her, "Drink more, there is still in the pot." ”

"Thank you......"

In the afternoon, Chushuang was working in the studio, and when he was tired of painting, he lay down on the sofa, took his mobile phone and swiped the news for a while, and saw Sheng Ting.