she caused the gods to fall

At this moment, her heart was beating like a drum, and Shen Daiyi had a feeling:

The moon is high in the night sky, and it feels like spring right now.

Her heartstrings were easily plucked by Song Qingyan, one after another, the lingering sound never dissipated.

……

Shen Daiyi didn't know how long she was covered by Song Qingyan in bed, her clothes were drenched with sweat, after the fever subsided, her cheeks and ears were still slightly red, and her whole body was still soft and weak.

Aunt brought up the porridge and medicine.

Song Qingyan helped her up, and Shen Daiyi sat on the edge of the bed. She wanted to eat the porridge by herself, but Song Qingyan was a step ahead of her, holding a spoon, and had already scooped up a mouthful of porridge and fed it into her mouth.

Shen Daiyi looked up at him.

His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night.

Even so, dignified and calm, a gentleman is modest.

What Shen Daiyi thought was, did Song Qingyan not sleep since last night because of taking care of her?

There was still a tooth mark on his neck, she didn't know how hard she bit it, that mark became more and more crimson red, so ambiguous that no one could ignore it.

There is a feeling that a man like a high mountain and bright moon has been touched by her.

"Still hot?"

"No." She was a little embarrassed: "I can do it myself."

Song Qingyan looked at her with a smile: "Is there still strength?"

No.

Shen Daiyi was silent, crying and getting sick, her strength was exhausted.

Song Qingyan coaxed gently: "Mrs. Song, give me a chance to show off."

Now that Shen Daiyi heard this title, her heart beat faster, fearing that he would say some provocative words, she obediently opened her mouth.

While eating porridge, she reminded: "Remember to apply medicine to your wound."

"It's not serious, what are you doing here?"

Shen Daiyi was speechless.

There were shredded pork and yam in the porridge. She was really hungry, so she ate up the whole bowl of porridge in a short while, and then drank the medicinal soup that was boiled aside.

Traditional Chinese medicine is always very bitter, but this time, she inexplicably tasted sweet.

Shen Daiyi regained some energy, she wanted to lift the quilt and get out of bed, Song Qingyan asked: "Want to go to the bathroom?"

Shen Daiyi shook her head: "No, the clothes are dirty, I want to change."

She even wanted to take a shower if she could.

But just after the fever subsides, it is obviously not suitable.

Song Qingyan put down the bowl, put on her shoes, picked her up by the waist, and carried her to the cloakroom.

Shen Daiyi was in his arms, her heart was still beating fast.

In the cloakroom, Song Qingyan put her down: "Call me when you're done."

The door of the cloakroom slowly closed, and Song Qingyan stood guard outside.

Shen Daiyi, whose skin was as white as snow and with a slightly sickly air, stood without moving for a long time. After a long while, the corners of her lips slowly rose, as bright as the scorching sun, bright and seductive.

After changing into a set of pajamas and lying back on the bed, Shen Daiyi sympathized with him: "I feel much better, go and rest."

Song Qingyan looked at the other side of the bed: "I'm a little tired, Mrs. Song doesn't mind if I take a rest in the master bedroom?"

Now if I want to say if I would mind, it seems... no.

only……

Although they cleared up the misunderstanding, they are still husband and wife, but in fact, they have not yet officially confirmed their relationship.

And... didn't he say he wanted to chase her?

Why does it feel a little shameless now, and I still have to sleep in the same room with her, lying on her bed.

Shen Daiyi licked her lips and said coquettishly, "Is that why you chased me?"

Song Qingyan laughed: "Shen Daiyi, what are you thinking? Do you think I want to share a bed with you?"

Shen Daiyi thought so in her heart, didn't she?

Song Qingyan: "I didn't say sleep on the bed. Although I really want to, Mrs. Song doesn't allow it."

ok, ok.

After Shen Daiyi learned that she had misunderstood, she was shocked by Song Qingyan's blunt expression, her ears were as red as blood: "Well, it's up to you."

After waking up again, Song Qingyan was no longer on the sofa.

Shen Daiyi felt a lot of recovery, put on her shoes and got out of bed.

Coming out of the bedroom, the voices of parents came faintly from downstairs.

Shen Daiyi hurried downstairs.

Sure enough, parents and Shen An were sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Song Qingyan was entertaining them.

Song Qingyan spotted her first: "Are you awake?"

Shen Daiyi hummed lightly.

Song Qingyan took her hand and sat down on the sofa.

Parents greet each other constantly.

"How did you get sick?"

"I didn't notice that the water was cold when I took a bath."

Liu Wanshu frowned: "Don't you pay attention to it on weekdays?"

"There are always accidents~" Shen Daiyi couldn't tell the ins and outs, and she was afraid that her parents would say too much, so she began to act like a baby.

Song Qingyan brought a coat to put on her, and brought a bowl of heated medicinal soup: "We'll talk after drinking the medicine."

Shen Daiyi let out an oh, and gulped down the medicine.

On the side, Shen An observed her complexion: "It seems that my brother-in-law is taking good care of me, so I'm relieved."

In the past, once I got sick, I couldn't get better in three or four days.

Shen Daiyi hooked her lips: "An An, how is your game development?"

"The game will be officially launched next month, and there will be a celebration banquet. My sister and brother-in-law remember to come when they have time."

In late February, the spring cold is still strong.

Shen Daiyi felt that her bones were about to fall apart, but in fact, the next day, she already felt almost better.

However, Song Qingyan refused to let her go out and insisted on resting at home.

Today is the third day of her recuperating at home. Song Qingyan has never been to the company. She always holds video conferences in the study and handles official business. Chen Li runs back and forth with documents.

Usually there is Fatty with her, so she won't be too boring.

The sun was shining brightly this morning, dispelling a bit of the chill.

Shen Daiyi was wearing a long skirt and a coat, basking in the sun on the hanging chair in the yard outside.

Fat Dun was chasing a butterfly in the yard.

Gu Jiazhi knew that Shen Daiyi was ill two days ago, and also learned that there was indeed a misunderstanding between Shen Daiyi and Song Qingyan in the past. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, everyone is happy.

Gu Jiazhi played a voice: "Are you feeling better?"

Shen Daiyi: "It's ready."

Gu Jiazhi joked: "Sure enough, the voice of a woman in love is sweet~"

Shen Daiyi blushed: "We haven't talked yet."

Gu Jiazhi: "Sooner or later."

Shen Daiyi didn't refute.

Gu Jiazhi: "When you are officially together, I gave you the cheongsam last year. If you have a chance, remember to take it out and put it on. You must be fascinated by that 'pure-minded' Son of Song in your family~"

The speed of the car caught Shen Daiyi off guard, and she said vaguely, "Let's talk about it later."

Gu Jiazhi: "Remember to tell him not to tear it up, it's very expensive."

Shen Daiyi: "..."

At this time, a voice as cold as snow sounded from the side.

"Mrs. Song, who are you chatting with?"

Shen Daiyi missed a beat, and the phone fell from the phone and hit the lawn.

She turned her head, and Song Qingyan came out of the room at some point, wearing a loose sweater and trousers, with a tall and straight figure.

Song Qingyan bent down to pick up the phone for her and handed it back.

Shen Daiyi stabilized her heartbeat: "My good friend Gu Jiazhi."

Gu Jia followed up and said, "I've admired you for a long time, Mr. Song."

Song Qingyan said politely, "Hello, Miss Gu."

Gu Jiazhi: "When you are really together, you can invite me to dinner."

Since it is a good friend, it is natural to want it.

"must."

After chatting for a few words, Gu Jiazhi said something was up, said goodbye to the two of them, and ended the conversation.

Shen Daiyi straightened her skirt: "Are you done with work?"

Song Qingyan: "There will be a meeting later." His eyes fell on the woman in front of him: "Miss Gu's voice sounds familiar."

Shen Daiyi raised her eyes, she had a bad feeling.

Didn't he want to ask if Gu Jiazhi was the one who said doi last time?

Song Qingyan: "Last time..."

Shen Daiyi stood up and immediately covered his mouth: "Don't mention what happened last time."

Before I asked, I was in a mess.

Song Qingyan took her hand off slowly: "Okay, don't mention it."