The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

"She'll be fine." Song Jingchen interrupted her and said firmly.

she will be fine...

"Yes, Sister Jia is a lucky one, and she will definitely be fine." Mrs. Li pressed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, stood up and said, "You help her wash her body, mother go back first, your legs... I don't You didn't tell anyone, and you..."

"Mother, I know what to do, you can go back and rest in peace."

"Well, take good care of Sister Jia." Li shi closed her eyes. She knew that her son had a plan in her heart, so she stopped talking.

It's just that I always feel wronged Song Jingchen.

After Mrs Li left, Song Jingchen looked at Shen Yijia and said in a low voice, "Isn't the demon very powerful? Why are you so stupid and stupid."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Shen Yijia's little face and said, "I won't let anyone who hurt you. No one can hurt you, not anyone!"

Blindfolded, he wiped her body, then brought a basin of water, twisted the handkerchief and put it on her forehead...

Seeing the flower tin on her forehead slowly returning to its original color, Song Jingchen vaguely guessed something.

Shen Yijia woke up before dawn. She was awakened by thirst. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the soft bed. She tried to move and found that she was limp.

"you're awake?"

Song Jingchen's voice rang in her ears.

Shen Yijia turned her head and met his eyes.

She swallowed, the third time.

"Is there anything else uncomfortable?" Song Jingchen asked softly, seeing that she was stunned when she woke up.

I took off the handkerchief from her forehead and put my hand on her forehead. The fever has subsided.

It is naturally impossible for ordinary people to get better so quickly without taking medicine, but because it happened to Shen Yijia, Song Jingchen can calmly accept no matter how outrageous things seem.

Shen Yijia regained her senses, shook her head, and spit out a word with difficulty: "Water~"

She actually wanted to ask Song Jingchen why she didn't sleep again, but her throat was burning and she couldn't speak.

After drinking three glasses of water in one breath, Shen Yijia felt better, and her whole body came to life, she licked her dry lips.

Suddenly thinking of something, seeing Song Jingchen still sitting in the wheelchair, her expression became strange, and she said after deliberation: "I seem to have dreamed that your legs are healed."

Not only did her legs heal, she also dreamed of Song Jingchen kissing herself secretly.

But she didn't dare to say this, she was afraid that Song Jingchen would think she was delusional.

Forget it, leave this to her own beauty.

"Don't you remember anything?" Song Jingchen asked.

"What do I remember..." Before she finished speaking, Shen Yijia recalled the previous scenes and stared at Song Jingchen with wide eyes.

She saw Song Jingchen calmly stand up from the wheelchair and take two steps in front of her.

Shen Yijia jumped up in excitement and jumped directly onto Song Jingchen's body, her legs crossed his waist, and her hands tightly wrapped around his neck: "Ah, ah, that's great, that's great, Xiang Gong, your legs are finally healed. already."

Seeing Song Jingchen just standing still, Shen Yijia twisted her body and said with bright eyes, "Take another two steps and I'll take a look."

"Don't move." Song Jingchen's voice was a little harsh, but his eyes were full of connivance.

He stretched out his hand and dragged Shen Yijia's body to prevent her from sliding down, and took her a few more steps.

"Okay, okay, let me down." The excitement turned into excitement, and Shen Yijia also knew that the legs just couldn't exercise too much.

Song Jingchen put her back on the slump, Shen Yijia pulled him to sit down, and said, "Your legs are just right, you can't walk too much, so take a rest first."

Thinking of those vague memories in the dungeon, Shen Yijia asked again, "You rescued me?"

Song Jingchen nodded, seeing that she had to ask, Song Jingchen simply recounted what happened after he entered the dungeon.

"The one named Feng is also dead?" Shen Yijia asked.

After getting Song Jingchen's affirmative answer, she still looked regretful and didn't wait for her to take action.

She also asked if the man in black who splashed her with water was dead, and she also got a positive answer, making Shen Yijia even more uncomfortable.

She said that she would also throw him when he came out, which was really cheap for him.

However, it is the same when these are added to the dog officer in the future.

Song Jingchen watched her frown in distress for a while, and then her eyes gleamed, and he couldn't guess what Shen Yijia's little brain was thinking about.

Reaching out and rubbing her hair, he said, "You are just a little taller, you can't think about it too much, I'm here for those things, and you're taking a break."

When he knew that Shen Yijia had an accident, he really almost couldn't help but kill Lin Shao to vent his anger, but when he thought that this girl had fallen into danger in order to save him, he couldn't do it.

If this girl came back and found out, she would also blame him. Fortunately, she was fine.

Shen Yijia blushed embarrassedly: "I, I'm hungry."

Xianggong is too good at taking care of people. She hasn't eaten for a long time, and she doesn't know how to care.

Song Jingchen secretly blamed himself for being careless, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring a bowl of clear porridge, because Li Shi was worried that Shen Yijia would wake up in the middle of the night and be hungry.

There were a few firewood left in the stove, and the porridge was still warm when it came out.

Shen Yijia finished taking two or three bites, and put her fingers right: "I'm not full."

Song Jingchen didn't let her eat: "You shouldn't eat too much now, rest now, and let your mother cook your favorite dishes for you tomorrow."

"Okay!" Shen Yijia slumped her face and burrowed into the quilt, turning her back to him to express her dissatisfaction.

Song Jingchen smiled helplessly, still did not condone her, returned the bowl to the kitchen, and lay down beside her.

Shen Yijia waited for a long time, but did not wait for Song Jingchen to coax her, but instead lay down.

Unable to hold back, when he turned around, he saw Song Jingchen looking at him with a half-smile.

'Hmph' Shen Yijia snorted proudly and plunged into his arms.

Song Jingchen let out a sullen laugh, stretched out his arms to wrap her around her, and felt more at ease until this moment.

Suddenly Shen Yijia looked up at him with a wicked smile: "I also heard you call me Jiajia."

"No, you heard it wrong." Song Jingchen stretched out his hand to hold her small head, and turned his head unnaturally.

"Hmph, if you don't have it, then you don't have it." Shen Yijia's voice was muffled and suppressed: "I just heard it anyway."

The next day, when everyone got up, the nine had already shoveled the snow out of the courtyard, and breakfast was ready.

They are not from a wealthy background, and there is no saying that a gentleman is a chef.

On the contrary, which of them can't order cooking, there is only the difference between delicious and unpalatable.

For the sudden addition of nine people in the family, except for the few people who knew, the rest of them were at a loss.

Widow Wang was even more stupefied: I am a darling, nine big men, how much food must I spend.

But she only thought about it in her heart and didn't dare to say it. She herself borrowed from this house and brought this oil bottle son.

She only thought that these nine people were some kind of disaster victims who were picked up by the kind-hearted Song family, just like the Lin Shao brothers and sisters.

No wonder she thought so, because the clothes on them were really...