Xie Jiangcheng just didn't see it, thinking about how to keep people for another night.

Aunt Qing saw it in her eyes and bravely stood up as an assist:

"It's getting late, Miss Song will leave tomorrow, so as not to panic."

Chu Yan didn't want to spend the night at a man's house who wanted to pursue his little stepmother, "There is still a car outside." ”

"Miss Song has been busy all night today, so she should have a good rest."

Aunt Qing smiled softly and blocked the young man's excuse back.

Xie Jiangcheng almost shouted in his heart: Aunt Qing, you are my god!

It was night, Xie Jiangcheng couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and went downstairs.

only to find a sneaky figure.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Zihao, who was stepping on a stool and rummaging through the refrigerator, stiffened, turned his head and forced a smile, "Uncle, do you believe me when I say I'm catching mice?" ”

He had a spoon in his hand and ice cream in his mouth, looking like he couldn't believe it.

There is an ice cream bucket made by Song Bangyue in the refrigerator, and a few ice cream balls will be dug up for the two children to eat every day.

She was holding a bucket and eating.

A bucket can last for two days, and this bucket was made today.

When eating barbecue at night, pour more drinks to dip your stomach, and your stomach will be empty after a few bubbles of pee.

So he sneaked up and stole ice cream to eat, only to be caught after only two bites.

"You can't eat too much cold at night."

Xie Jiangcheng took him down, took the spoon away and washed it, and dug half a spoonful of it with the bucket himself.

At night, it was so cold that my head was excited.

But it's also very refreshing.

Qin Zihao pursed his fingers and decided not to complain about his uncle's behavior of saying one thing and doing another.

"Can't Uncle sleep?"

"Hmm."

"Because you want Grandma Song?"

Xie Jiangcheng glanced at him and didn't speak.

"Because my uncle wanted to please Grandma Song today, but he was rejected, sad and pinched?"

With a bang, the little fat man hit the pain point with a word.

Xie Jiangcheng sighed and didn't speak.

The little fat man also sighed, "The world of you adults is really difficult to understand. ”

Glancing at his depressed uncle, he smacked his lips, his eyes rolled around, "Uncle, is the ice cream delicious?" ”

"What do you say?"

If it's not delicious, you can get up in the middle of the night and steal it?

"There's something even better."

Qin Zihao dragged the stool back again, and pulled out a bottle of watermelon juice from the depths of the refrigerator, "You taste it." ”

Xie Jiangcheng opened the lid and smelled it, there was no taste, and then took a few sips.

"Why are you willing to give it to me?"

The little fat man smiled, "Actually, I hid it a few days ago, but I forgot about it." ”

Grandma Song said that freshly squeezed juice could not be drunk overnight.

Xie Jiangcheng's face darkened.

The next day, Song Bangyue got up early to make breakfast, and planned to leave after eating, but who knew that she didn't wait for Xie Jiangcheng.

I learned the reason from Aunt Qing, and he was sick.

"I was fine yesterday, why can't I get up?"

Aunt Qing was full of sadness, "I don't know, I pulled it all night last night, and at about three o'clock, the doctor came to hang up the water, and now I'm still asleep." ”

"Did you say what the reason was?"

Qin Zihao, who was eating wildly at the dining table, shrunk his neck as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Acute enteritis plus a bad stomach." The little old lady frowned, "The young master was originally a picky eater, and once he was so sick, he didn't know what his body would be dragged down into." ”

Then he smiled at Song Bangyue again, "But don't worry, there is a family doctor here, it will be fine in two or three days." The driver waited outside, and the child couldn't stand it when it was hot. ”

Song Bangyue didn't hesitate and stuffed the suitcase into Chu Yan's hand, "You go back first." ”

"What about you?"

"I stayed to take care of Mr. Xie and came back in the evening. There's food in the fridge, so you can deal with it at noon. ”

Then I went straight to the kitchen.

Chu Yan opened his mouth and had no choice but to take Tian Tian first.

Although Mr. Xie is very sick, with this character, it is impossible to deliberately pretend to be sick in order to keep the little stepmother, right?

Song Bangyue boiled minced meat and vegetable porridge, spread out a few egg cakes wrapped in spring rolls, and served them upstairs.

She has been in the Xie family villa for so long, and she has never watched it everywhere, let alone the master bedroom.

The master bedroom is in white and grey, with a small bar and a set of sofas.

The décor is as elegant as its owner.

The saline had been removed, and the man was sunk in the white sheets, looking a little thin in just one night.

His face was pale, because he hadn't slept well all night, his eyes were blue and black, and his lips were a little peeling.

Song Bangyue gently put the tray on the stool next to the bed, and her voice was so soft that she couldn't even notice it:

"Mr. Xie, eat something."

The long eyelashes trembled, and the deep eyes opened, looking a little foggy, "Huh? Why haven't you left yet? ”

The voice was hoarse as if a burr had scraped across the ear, and it was a little itchy.

She smiled brightly, "I'm afraid that you won't eat well, so I'll stay and cook for you." ”

Xie Jiangcheng pulled a smile at him, "I didn't expect to have such an honor when I was sick." ”

This delicate and weak temperament that is easy to push down is too obvious!

Song Bangyue wrinkled her nose, "That's what I said, the boss has always had privileges, right?" ”

As he spoke, he raised the pillow for him and brought the porridge bowl, "Eat something first." ”

"I'll do it myself." Xie Jiangcheng was a little uncomfortable, reaching out to pick up the bowl, but his hand with the indwelling needle kept shaking, and he couldn't lift it.

Song Bangyue pressed his hand back, "I'll feed you!" ”

During the meal, the two of them were calm on their faces, but their hearts were already galloping.

It's too close, it's too close, it's too close, this man is really a demon, a demon, Song Bangyue kept admonishing herself, be conscious, be conscious!

Xie Jiangcheng held his eyes and occasionally raised his eyes to look at her, although he was very physically painful, but psychologically satisfied.

When the atmosphere is just right.

His stomach suddenly rumbled twice, and his face changed slightly:

"Ms. Song, I'm full, you can serve it."

Song Bangyue was puzzled, scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his mouth, "Even if you don't have an appetite, you have to eat more, otherwise your body won't be able to stand it." ”

Xie Jiangcheng twisted his face, "I'm really full and want to rest." ”

"No, take a few more bites."

One person feeds, one person pushes, accompanied by the sound of a rumbling stomach.

Xie Jiangcheng's face became more and more pale, but he was reluctant to say a word of refusal.

Song Bangyue reacted consciously, "Is Mr. Xie going to have diarrhea again?" ”

Xie Jiangcheng froze on the bed.