The doll kisses him with a disability

The rainstorm came and went quickly, and when we got back to the villa, the rain had stopped.

Su Qingge took out the photo, wiped it carefully little by little, stared at it for a while, and then put it away cherishingly.

Although it is only a thin photo, for Su Qingge, it is the only comfort left in this world.

Maybe it was because of the rain that Su Qingge had a fever that day.

She was lying on that small bed, her forehead was hot, and even her consciousness was muddled.

Fortunately, there are commonly used medicines in the villa. After taking the medicine, Su Qingge fell asleep in a daze, and vaguely dreamed about her long-ago childhood.

At that time, my mother was not dead yet, and she dressed her up beautifully every day, like a little princess, but since her death, no one has bothered to comb her hair in various beautiful hairstyles.

Su Qingge dreamed of a certain day when she was a child.

My mother had a meeting at the company and left her alone to play in the garden downstairs. Unexpectedly, a group of brats bullied her and snatched the little crown on her head.

Girls should be gentle and demure, kind and decent. This is the education Su Qingge has received since she was a child. Therefore, even if she is being bullied, she can't say any vicious sentences.

"Give it back to me!"

With a crying tone in her tone, she tried to stand on tiptoe and tried to get her things back, but was pushed and fell to the ground.

The snow-white and soft palm was scratched, and she was so painful that tears came out, but the mocking sound of the brat in her ears stopped suddenly, and then, a hand with well-defined joints and a good-looking hand stretched out in front of her.

In her hand was her little crown.

"Okay, stop crying."

With a pleasant young voice, she looked up, and what caught her eyes was a boy in a white shirt with a cool and handsome face, looking at her lightly.

That was the first time Su Qingge saw Ji Jiangfei.

Villa, downstairs.

The butler opened the car door respectfully, pushed Ji Jiangfei out of the car, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Young Master Jiang, Miss Su has a fever."

"fever?"

Ji Jiangfei paused for a while and asked, "What's going on?"

What happened at Su Qingge's house today, although the housekeeper was not present, he could somewhat guess what happened, saying: "Miss Su said she wanted to go home to get things, but she had some conflicts with Miss Su's stepmother and stepsister, Drenched in the rain, already took medicine and fell asleep."

Ji Jiangfei stopped breathing for a while, and the housekeeper heard him say: "I see. I'll go and have a look."

"Do I need to take you up there?"

"Need not."

In the villa, in order to facilitate Ji Jiangfei's travel, the stairs are all sloping and smooth elevators. Ji Jiangfei turned the wheelchair and took two steps, and suddenly said: "Order the kitchen to make some ginger soup tonight."

The upstairs bedroom didn't turn on the lights, so Ji Jiangfei pushed open the door and saw Su Qingge sleeping in a small bed, wrapped in a quilt and curled up into a small ball.

This posture made her look extraordinarily petite. Ji Jiangfei put his hand close to her forehead to test her body temperature.

The effect of the medicine took effect quickly, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Su Qingge's head, and the scorching temperature before began to drop, maybe it was a little hot wrapped in the quilt, Su Qingge turned over and threw the quilt aside.

Ji Jiangfei breathed out silently, and covered her back with the quilt, but Su Qingge grabbed her hand.

"Mom... don't go..." Su Qingge spoke intermittently, muttering to herself dreamily, "You don't want mine..."

The slender palm was very warm, Ji Jiangfei frowned, since that happened, he was no longer used to this kind of touch and warmth that was too intimate for him, no matter who it was.

Ji Jiangfei twitched her hand back, and the girl on the bed suddenly emptied her palms, and then slowly opened her eyes.

The dizziness and pain caused by the high fever still remained in her mind, Su Qingge raised her head in a daze, and saw the man with a straight back and a cold face beside the bed.

She was taken aback, and moved back almost subconsciously, her body was a little stiff: "Young Master Ji, why are you here..."

Ji Jiangfei didn't answer, but just looked at her calmly through the light coming in from the corridor, and after a long while, she said softly, "Have you cried?"

Su Qingge's eye sockets were all red, and she could see the strangeness almost without paying special attention.

Ji Jiangfei continued to ask: "Why are you crying?"

"No, it's nothing." Su Qingge unconsciously twisted the sheets under her body tightly with her fingers, and whispered: "I'm just... a little homesick."

She really misses home, this home is not the place occupied by Song Lan and Su Yunqi now, but the warm and beautiful home before her mother died when she was five years old.

Thinking of this, Su Qingge felt the urge to cry again, but she raised her eyes and saw Ji Jiangfei, and hurriedly suppressed her tears.

Ji Jiangfei didn't ask anything, turned around in the wheelchair and said, "The meal is ready, come down to eat."

"Yes."

Su Qingge got out of bed quickly, grabbed the coat at the side and put it on her body, "I'll push you down."

Ji Jiangfei glanced at her noncommittally, as if acquiescing to her actions, Su Qingge pushed him downstairs, where the chef had already prepared the meals, and there was steaming steam under the lights.

The chef of Ji's family was very skilled, but Su Qingge still didn't know what to eat, so he only drank some porridge.

A bowl of yellow ginger soup was pushed in front of her eyes. Su Qingge raised her head, but Ji Jiangfei withdrew her hand without saying a word.

Su Qingge's heart suddenly felt a little sore, she didn't have any relatives in this world, but she didn't expect that at this time, Ji Jiangfei would push a bowl of ginger soup for her.

Maybe marrying this guy isn't particularly bad.

A warmth entered the body with the ginger soup, which relieved a lot of the painful feeling caused by the fever. Su Qingge put down the bowl, and heard the sound of the wheelchair turning. Ji Jiangfei had already left the dining table.

Seeing Ji Jiangfei turning the wheelchair upstairs, Su Qingge was a little dazed.

As soon as she lowered her head, she saw the almost untouched food in front of Ji Jiangfei, and couldn't help being a little worried. Such a large amount of food, let alone a grown man, would be very unhealthy even for a young child.

"Jiang Shao doesn't eat much every time, Miss Su just needs to get used to it."

The housekeeper explained in a timely manner, "Since the car accident, Jiang Shao has been in poor health, and even has some problems with his digestive system, but after these years of recuperation, there are no serious problems."

Even though the housekeeper said so, Su Qingge was still a little worried.

In the future, I have to learn to cook by myself. No matter what, Ji Jiangfei still eats too little, which will only make her health worse and worse.

Su Qingge secretly made up her mind, after all, if she married Ji Jiangfei, these were the things she should worry about.