My dead ex-boyfriend came back to support me

In the autumn night, Gu Song was afraid that Baby Song would be uncomfortable, so he took care of her all night long, until it was getting dark before he undressed and lay back under the covers to hold her in his arms.

In the quiet room, on the big bed, the two of them were head to head, breathing entangled with each other, the heating in the bed made Baby Song's face flushed, the whole room was filled with a sense of warmth, unaffected by the freezing cold outside The effect of temperature.

The old tree in the garden that Song Baobei and Xiao Yun visited yesterday finally shook off all the leaves, but no one cared, and the person who cared was lying on the bed sick.

Song Baobei opened his eyes and saw a familiar enlarged handsome face in front of him. The impact was a bit strong. He slightly shrank his head back and looked at what time it was. Then he remembered that he seemed to be beaten by someone yesterday. Pushed down the lake.

That kind of bone-chilling cold feeling can still shudder when I recall it now.

He remembered that he seemed to be sick, and vaguely remembered that he dreamed about his family members, and outside the dream, someone was holding his hand tightly.

Thinking of this, the corners of Song Baobao's eyes showed warmth, and the tightly held hand under the quilt quietly held back.

Probably felt that he was too unreserved, so he retracted his head into the quilt again, revealing a pair of eyes that were so happy that they smiled, and the clear warmth inside seemed to flow out.

Just lying quietly with the person beside him for a while, the other person finally woke up before lunch.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to put his lips on Baby Song's forehead to measure his body temperature. Feeling that the temperature seemed to have gone down, he breathed a sigh of relief. Kissed her forehead a few times, and the tenderness in the kiss made Baby Song blush immediately.

With such an innocent expression as soon as he opened his eyes, Song Baobao felt that if it was like this every day, his heart would not be able to bear it.

Song Baobao's illness this time made Gu Songqiu's heart ache. At this moment, his heart fell to the ground, and he just wanted to hold his little baby in his arms and touch it. ease.

The two stayed on the bed for a while longer, Gu Songqiu finally got up amidst the growling of Song Baobao's stomach.

As soon as Song Baobao burned down, she felt that she was fine. She lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed with Gu Songqiu. He opened the door and went out to give a few words.

After a while, Baby Song heard the sound of the door opening again, and the smell of food wafted in, making his already hungry stomach even more beating.

Gu Songqiu returned to the bedroom with a small bowl, which contained specially ordered porridge. Baby Song was still sick, so he could only eat some light food first.

However, Song Baobao looked at the bowl of porridge with resentful eyes.

"What? Are you hungry?"

Song Baobao didn't say that he actually wanted to eat the dishes on the table outside, but obediently reached out to take the bowl, and honestly drank his own millet porridge.

But Gu Songqiu hid his arms and said, "I'll feed you."

"Master, there's no need." Song Baobei refused, thinking that it wasn't that his hand was injured, and he could still eat by himself.

"No, you're sick."

"..." Seeing the other person like this, he knew that he couldn't resist, and he vaguely remembered that when he was unconscious, he was also fed a very bitter and bitter thing, so bitter that he could still remember the bitter taste in his dreams.

Sure enough, Baby Song heard the next sentence from the other party: "I gave you the medicine mouth to mouth last night." He raised his eyebrows and looked at the flushed person in leisure time.

When he was almost done admiring it, Gu Songqiu scooped up a spoonful of porridge, let it cool down, and brought it to Baby Song's mouth.

Stimulated by that sentence, even though Song Baobao felt a little awkward, he still opened his mouth obediently and put the mouthful of rice in his mouth.

"I thought you would refuse, I'm ready to feed you with my mouth."

The song baby who said this almost spit out the food that just arrived in his mouth, but when he finally swallowed it, he still choked and coughed earth-shatteringly.

Gu Songqiu didn't think about it, and the molestation failed, but he felt distressed, and hurriedly put down the bowl in his hand, patting his back for comfort.

"Just joking with you, why are you still excited?"

"..." Baby Song was speechless.

After eating, Gu Songqiu told Baby Song a few words and left because he still had some business to deal with.

After the people left, Song Baobei shook his head and looked around the room, always feeling that something was wrong.

It took me a long time to realize that I didn't seem to see Xiao Yun since I woke up. In the past, she would always wait by my side. Today, I can't see her, and she seems to be much quieter.

Song Baobao couldn't figure out the reason, lying on the bed, unable to go anywhere, and being too bored, he started thinking wildly when he opened his eyes.

He thought about what would happen to the woman who pushed him into the water yesterday, why he was always influenced by Gu Songqiu's few words, and then slowly thought whether he and Gu Songqiu would be like this in the future.

Thinking about it, thinking a little too far, Baby Song couldn't keep his eyes open, and eventually fell asleep without resisting the drowsiness.

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When Windshield Baby Song woke up again, the sun had already moved to the west, and the color of the sky had turned orange.

Song Baobei had a headache from sleeping, and wanted to go down for a walk, so he got up and went to the ground by himself.

Obviously, Xiaoyun will come as long as there is any movement in the room alone, why is it so strange today?

Thinking about the reason for his illness, Song Baobao probably guessed what happened to Xiaoyun.

He hurriedly put on his shoes and walked out the door.

It's just that as soon as I stood up, the feeling of dizziness lasted for a long time because of lying down for a day, and the wind and cold hadn't completely recovered.

Afraid of catching cold again, Baby Song put on some clothes before opening the door.

There were two guards outside the door. When they saw the little master coming out of the house, their nerves became tense, and they blocked the door to prevent Baby Song from going out.

"Young Master Song, the palace lord has ordered you not to go out."

"I...I just want to see Xiaoyun."

"Miss Xiaoyun is staying in her own room."

"What's wrong with her?" Baby Song asked cautiously.

The two attendants were hesitant to speak, fearing that this simple little master would not be able to bear it, and if the time came when they were spoiled and arrogant, they would have a hard time with the Palace Master, "This..."

Just as the wind was blowing, Baby Song gathered his clothes, he felt a little cold, "I know..." After finishing speaking, he stopped embarrassing the two of them, closed the door, and went back to the house.

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For several days, Song Baobao didn't see Xiaoyun, and he was ordered not to get out of bed while lying on the bed.

Knowing that Xiaoyun was injured, but he didn't see Gu Songqiu's face, so he couldn't say anything.

When Xiao Yun was absent for a few days, Gu Songqiu sent other people over.

The two little girls are much more lively than Xiaoyun, and they talk a lot. When Baby Song can go down to get a glass of water, he can hear the two little girls whispering in private through the screen.

The rare times when she heard the content, Song Baobao was always in a delicate and complicated mood.

"The palace master is really kind to our master. Today when I entered the house to serve, I saw the palace master feeding the master himself."

"What is this? I saw the Palace Mistress secretly kissing the Mistress the day before yesterday, but it was a pity that I just cast a quick glance and didn't dare to look carefully."

"Hey, you said that the Palace Mistress treats Mistress to the end..." Xiao Xiao whispered.

"How old are you? Thinking about this all day."

"I'm just curious."

"Don't be curious, that is, if I say these words with you, if others hear you, you won't know how you died."

"Know it!"

As they spoke, the two chatted about something else.

Baby Song gently put the cup on the table, then quietly climbed back to the bed, covered the quilt with complicated emotions.

He also wanted to know what position he had in Gu Songqiu's heart.