Mommy doesn't like seeing Daddy

Following the angle of the sun, Jinhe looked sideways out of the window, the sun was gentle and quiet.

　The smell of sandalwood drifted through the tip of the nose again. This smell made people feel familiar and at ease in the dream.

　Jinhe moved his body, supported his hands with his hands and slowly sat up.

　At this time, her body was a little weak, and she was very dizzy, so she looked around.

　The whole room is simple and elegant, and one can imagine that the people who live here must have their own temperament and charm.

　While hesitating, the door of the room rang, Jinhe turned his head to follow the sound, and saw Cen An who pushed the door and entered.

　He was wearing a dark blue satin casual home clothes. Compared with the suit and leather collar he saw every time, he was much more down-to-earth at this time.

　The whole body reveals laziness and casualness, and the cold aura has softened a lot.

　Sitting on the bed, Jin He didn't know how to react, so he just stared at him blankly.

　Cen An held the door with his hands, turned around and shouted to the outside: "Mother Zhang, bring the porridge."

　After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand and walked towards the bed, and the door behind him slowly closed.

　"You're awake, is there any discomfort?" Cen An didn't have any expression on his face, and his tone of voice was very peaceful.

Jinhe still sat motionless, his eyes turned following Cen An's moving steps.

"Drink some porridge first, and then take some cold medicine." Cen An stretched his hand to Jinhe's forehead as he said.

　Only then did Jin He react, and turned his head to one side, staggering Cen An's outstretched hand.

　"I just want to see if you're still hot." The voice is still soft, and it really can't match him in Jinhe's image.

　Jinhe kept thinking in his head why he was here.

　Slowly, the images of last night, like a movie replay, slowly poured into her head.

　Some images are intermittent, as if a complete video tape image has been tampered with and cut part of it, it is difficult to connect it completely.

　Jin He kept silent, and Cen An didn't speak anymore, but got up and walked towards the door.

　As soon as the door was opened, Zhang Ma just happened to be standing at the door with porridge.

　Cen An brought the porridge in and put it down on the bedside table.

　Picked up the spoon and stirred it twice to confirm that the temperature was right, then handed it to Jinhe: "Eat the porridge first."

　"I...I want to drink some water." Jin He finally moved his lips to speak, which made Cen An feel relieved, and hurriedly handed her the water.

　Jinhe did feel a little thirsty, and the glass of water soon bottomed out.

　Cen An took the empty cup and put it down, then passed the porridge over.

　Jinhe shook his head, expressing that he didn't want to eat.

　"Why am I here." Jinhe recalled everything last night, and probably knew that he saved himself.

　But why did he just appear and save himself, with mixed feelings in his heart, saying thank you but actually she hated her, but she did save herself last night.

　Moreover, nothing happened to take advantage of others.

　I wanted to ask too many questions, and finally came to this sentence.

　"You drink the porridge first, and I'll tell you later." Cen Anyi handed the porridge in front of him.

　Jinhe felt that if he didn't eat, he would definitely persevere.

　She lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, only to find that she was wearing a set of gray home clothes, and she knew it was a man's.

　She looked at the home clothes, then looked up at Cen An.