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However, Xiaotuanzi is different from him, the skeleton type is not a style at all, and he doesn't have such worries.

Judging from Xiaotuanzi's body and physique, he will definitely not be too short when he grows up, because his leg bones are slender enough, and he is taller than ordinary children of the same age.Coupled with the slender and petite frame, no matter how fat you gain, it is difficult to grow into that kind of strong body.

To put it bluntly, it means to grow flesh without appearing fat...

It's the body shape that girls envy the most...

In fact, Song Yan also belongs to this category. She is quite similar to Xiaotuanzi, but there is a difference in age. If you don't observe carefully, you may not be able to see it.

Lu Yan held Xiaotuanzi in his arms, and let him sit on his arms. Turning around, he saw Song Yan's slightly envious expression, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little envious of your physical strength, which is much stronger than mine." Song Yan came back to her senses, and smiled helplessly, "Thanks to my fitness before, my physical strength is not bad, but you Comparing...it's still ridiculously weak."

The physical gap between men and women is difficult to bridge.

Even if there are women who are as strong as men, they are still very few and cannot be calculated according to common sense.

So Song Yan was still a little envious.

Lu Yan frowned slightly, "There's nothing to compare, right? How can men and women be the same?"

If there is a man whose strength is comparable to that of a woman, then I'm afraid... others will not say that the woman is strong, they will only say that the man is not a man.

Not even a woman's strength can match...

In fact, it's all mutual.

Song Yan smiled, "That's true."

"Besides," Lu Yanchen said suddenly, looking deeply at her, "Are you very clear about my physical strength?"

As soon as these words with deep meaning came out, Song Yan suddenly choked on her own saliva, almost coughing to death.

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and she looked up at Lu Yanchen, almost suspecting that she had heard wrong...

Lu Yanchen also looked at her, his eyes were calm.

The eyes of the two met, and the atmosphere suddenly changed for some reason.

Even Xiao Tuanzi, who was sandwiched between the two, seemed to feel something, with his little hand on his father's shoulder, he turned his head to look at them curiously, and blinked his eyes...

In the end, it was Song Yan who couldn't stand it anymore, she hastily looked away, and said in a low voice, "I'll get Cheng Cheng a towel." Then she turned and left the room in a hurry, with a feeling of running away in a panic from her back.

Lu Yanchen watched her back disappear behind the door, and then even closed the door, blocking his sight.

He raised his eyebrows, and his eyes became more and more meaningful.

Only Xiaotuanzi was at a loss, sitting in his arms, looked up at him, and then at the direction of the door, feeling extremely bewildered.

"..."

Song Yan hurriedly walked all the way to the living room, stopped abruptly, and stood where she was.

She stared blankly at the floor, but her eyes were a little loose, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

At this time, the housekeeper who had just sent away the private doctor came over from the entrance and couldn't help feeling surprised when she saw her standing motionless in the living room, so she stepped forward and asked, "Miss Song, what's wrong with you? Why are you so red?"

The housekeeper looked at her red and hot cheeks, even the bases of her ears were faintly bloodshot, and couldn't help but frowned, wondering if she was infected by Xiaotuanzi's fever, and her temperature had also risen a little.

Song Yan just came back to her senses, her first reaction was to reach out and touch her cheek, and asked, "Is my face...very red?"

It does feel a little hot to the touch, but it should be...not so red, right?
Song Yan was a little uncertain.

The butler's answer immediately exposed her self-deception, "It's very red, it looks like you have a fever, are you okay? Did you get infected by the young master's illness?"

"Uh, it's all right, I just left too quickly and got a little hot, I'll be fine after washing my face!" Song Yan suddenly felt a little embarrassed for some reason, and shook her head in denial.

The housekeeper was a little skeptical, but seeing that there was indeed a little sweat on the tip of her nose, and felt that there was nothing to lie about such things, so she believed it, nodded and asked, "How is the young master's condition now? Is it okay?" Yet?"

Although he had asked this question before when he sent the private doctor away, he still wanted to ask it again, and felt more at ease.

"The doctor said that Chengcheng's fever is a normal sign of wound healing. There is nothing wrong with it, so don't worry too much." When talking about the matter related to Xiaotuanzi, Song Yan felt more at ease, and the original slightly embarrassed feeling came naturally. disappeared.

She suddenly thought of something, and said again: "By the way, butler, please tell the kitchen staff to make some light food tonight, and make some porridge, which is easy to digest. I can rest early."

"Okay, I understand." The butler immediately wrote it down.

"That's it, sorry for your trouble." Song Yan nodded politely before walking into the bathroom.

As soon as the door was closed, she immediately threw herself in front of the mirror of the sink, looked at her face carefully in the mirror, and found that her cheeks were indeed stained with a layer of blush, the color was quite conspicuous, as if she had applied a layer of even and bright cheeks. Like red, even the foundation can't cover the obvious redness, spreading all the way from the cheeks to the roots of the ears, and even the snow-white neck covered by the collar seems to have a layer of light pink... …

Song Yan stared at the person in the mirror with wide eyes, she couldn't believe it was herself...

How many years has she not blushed? !Why just...

Ah ah ah ah ah lost people! !
The housekeeper also spotted it and asked her if she had a fever...

Embarrassed and depressed, Song Yan patted her forehead hard, stared at herself in the mirror, took a few deep breaths, and barely suppressed the hot feeling on her face, opened the cabinet, took out a new towel, and put it in the hot water After soaking, she unscrewed it slightly, and returned to Xiaotuanzi's bedroom with the wet towel.

Lu Yanchen was still standing there with Xiaotuanzi in his arms. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and looked over.

"Why did it take so long? Didn't you find the towel?" He asked lightly.

"No, when I met the housekeeper, he asked me about Chengcheng's condition. I said a few words to him and asked him to order the kitchen to cook some light food for Chengcheng."

Song Yan avoided the man's gaze uncomfortably, raised the wet towel in her hand, and walked over.

"I found the towel. Come on, Cheng Cheng, move your face closer, and I'll wipe it for you."