Husband who is five years younger, he flirts again

Not long after Xue Sang and the others went out, the bedroom door was gently pushed open again. Song Li's nose smelled a very strong fragrance, and his stomach reacted before his body, and immediately "cuckooed".

He couldn't help but turned over and saw Ye Yi standing beside the bed with a tray, and said with a smile, "You're starving, no matter what, you can't make things difficult for your body, let's eat something first."

Song Li sniffled, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Xiao Sang is alright."

"He's fine." Ye Yi put the bowl on the cabinet: "After eating two bowls of noodles, he's digesting."

Song Li smiled when he heard what he said, and sat up with the pillow: "I'll do it myself, thank you."

Ye Yi nodded and put the chopsticks on the bowl: "Eat while it's hot."

After all, there was no delay, and he left the bedroom directly.

Song Li looked at his tall and broad back, he was really a good man.

The noodles are very fragrant, very authentic old Beijing Zhajiang noodles, the tempting sauce topping is sprinkled with green onions, and there is a poached egg on top, which makes people's index fingers move.

Sure enough, Xue Sang didn't talk too much, Song Li was so greedy, he took a bite out of the chopstick roll, and he wanted to give a thumbs up if it was delicious.

After eating two mouthfuls, he suddenly thought that He Muyan had actually made noodles for him, but he was a big boss, and he didn't touch Yang Chunshui with his ten fingers, so it was already pretty good to be able to cook the noodles, and the taste was not flattering at all.

Song Li still remembered that that night he ate the dishes made by Aunt Chen and vomited until he was so hungry that he couldn't bear it in the middle of the night, so He Muyan went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles for him. It was the first time to cook, and the clear soup lacked water, and even scalded my hands.

Song Li laughed at him while eating most of the bowl of noodles.

It was so unpalatable, but he didn't vomit.

Thinking about it, Song Li suddenly felt that the bowl of Zhajiang noodles in front of him suddenly tasted dull.

I really want to eat the white water noodles cooked by He Muyan.

Or maybe he wasn't thinking about noodles at all, but the person below.

Song Li didn't finish this bowl of noodles until the end. In fact, his fever hadn't subsided completely, and he didn't have any appetite at all. After taking a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks.

And it was rare that he didn't spit it out today. Song Li was lying on the bed with his right hand on his stomach, stroking it unconsciously.

Thinking of the quarrel with Xue Sang just now because of the little guy in his stomach, Xue Sang asked him to kill the child without saying anything, but he didn't want to, so Xue Sang scolded him head-on and face-to-face.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt like laughing. When I was thinking about it alone, I was crazy about whether to abort the child, but now it was just Xue Sang saying it, and he would burst out with such a strong idea of ​​resistance. .

What should I do, did he love He Muyan so much that he had such a strong and inseparable affection for the child in his stomach in such a short period of time.

Maybe it was because he slept too much during the day, and Song Li couldn't fall asleep when it was time to go to bed at night, so he lay on the bed and stared blankly.

Xue Sang and Ye Yi probably didn't leave. Song Li could occasionally hear voices outside, but after a while the voices disappeared, and his ears completely quieted down.

Song Li felt thirsty after lying down for a while, so he got out of bed and went out to find water.

There was no light in the living room, Song Li searched for the switch in the dark, but suddenly heard the sound of the door being slammed shut.

Startled, he subconsciously asked, "Who?"

A figure walked by the door, and said to him in a rough voice: "Why don't you come out to sleep!"

It was Xue Sang, and Song Lisong breathed a sigh of relief: "You still ask me, I think you just came back from outside, where did you go in the middle of the night?"

Xue Sang seemed to wipe his face with his hand, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness: "I went out for a walk in a bad mood, and I met a scumbag and got into a fight with him."

Song Li is speechless, is there something wrong with this person.

"Are you in a better mood now?"

Xue Sang said "hmm": "It's much better, I'm going to sleep, you should go in quickly."

After that, he bypassed him and went to the next room.

Song Li looked at his back, a little inexplicable.

After drinking water, he went back to the room, lay down on the bed and tried hard to get sleepy, but just as he closed his eyes, he heard the phone next to him vibrate twice.

I couldn't help picking it up and looking at it, it turned out to be a WeChat message sent to him by He Muyan.

This was the first message he received from He Muyan since he came out in the morning.

No, not one, but many.

Mr. He: Do you have a fever?

Mr. He: Have you taken your medicine?

Mr. He: Are you still feeling uncomfortable?

Mr. He: Have you eaten well? Even if you might vomit, try to eat a little

Mr. He: It's too late, you should have fallen asleep

Mr. He: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sent you these messages, I can't help it

God, he didn't know that He Muyan was a chatterbox on WeChat.

When we were together face to face, I never saw him popping out so many words at once. Song Li pinched the phone, not knowing whether to reply him or not.

After all, he came out in the name of a quarrel, and he is still angry now. If He Muyan sent him a message, and he immediately rushed back, what is it called a quarrel?

Thinking of this, Song Li abruptly withdrew his hand to reply to the message, forcing himself not to look at the message on the screen, and directly turned off the phone and threw it aside.

As a result of this, he was forced to lose sleep for most of the night, and spent most of the time staring at his phone.

This incident made him deeply aware of a fact.

It was really difficult to argue with He Muyan.

He couldn't bear it.

It was almost early in the morning when he fell asleep in a daze, but a knock on the door suddenly woke him up from his sleep.

Song Li was so sleepy, he rubbed his eyes and got out of bed to open the door: "Who is it?"

Xue Sang stood at his door neatly dressed, with a pair of big sunglasses on his face, making his palm-sized face even smaller: "I don't feel well, accompany me to the hospital."

Song Li was so startled by his situation that he was no longer sleepy, swallowed his unfinished yawn, and reached out to touch his forehead: "It's a bit problematic to adjust this pair of big sunglasses at home."

Xue Sang patted his hand off, and said impatiently: "Go and change quickly, I have an appointment with the doctor, it's too late to go."

Song Li looked at him for a while, not knowing where he was feeling uncomfortable, and lazily leaned against the door frame: "I'm not feeling well either, you can ask Ye Yi to accompany you, I don't want to go out, Just want to sleep at home."

"Ye Yi is going to work." Xue Sang said "tsk", and his face under the sunglasses darkened: "Song Li, you have changed. It's great to be married. You have an old bull. B, my good brother is sick and accompanied him. Not even a hospital?"

"No..." Song Li didn't expect him to be so serious, and didn't dare to take him as a joke, so he straightened up helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'll go with you, wait for me, I'll go in and change clothes."

When the two of them went out together, it was just before nine o'clock, which was already past the rush hour for work, and the road was not so congested. Xue Sang drove by himself, and it took less than half an hour to get to the hospital.

As soon as he got out of the car, Song Li rushed to the trash can next to him and "vomited". His body has been sensitive recently, and he didn't eat breakfast in the morning.

Xue Sang followed him along his back, feeling distressed and angry at the same time, gritted his teeth and scolded him: "You deserve it."

After vomiting, Song Li was almost dying. He leaned against the wall and was paralyzed, his face was pale, and his breath was like gossamer. Compared with the energetic Xue Sang next to him, he didn't know who came to see the doctor today.

Xue Sang asked him, "Can I go?"

Song Li shook his head, softly: "You carry me on your back."

"Then it's better for you to ride me." Xue Sang patted him angrily: "Don't be poor, let's go quickly, the appointment time is almost here."

Song Li had no choice but to follow him and took the elevator to the eighth floor. As soon as he came out, Song Li felt that something was wrong, because it was still early at this point, and although there were not many people waiting in the lobby, it seemed All are women.

There are also men, such as him and Xue Sang.

Song Li subconsciously looked around, and suddenly saw two big characters of "Gynecology" on the cursor sign above his head.

Sure enough, Song Li gasped, looked at Xue Sang's back asking at the service desk, turned his head and left.

As soon as Xue Sang turned around, he saw his running back, and ran over and grabbed him by the collar: "What the hell are you running for!"

Song Li turned around and waved his hand away: "You fucking have the nerve to ask me, you see what department you brought me here! Did you see the doctor or me? Xue Sang, you fucking did it on purpose. Is it right?"

Xue Sang was also yelled at by him, "Song Li, can you have a conscience? I brought you here for a checkup. It's not for your own good. You are a man. I don't believe you. You will really..."

Xue Sang couldn't say what happened next, so he raised his hand to wipe his face, gritted his teeth and said, "The doctor I made an appointment with was recommended by a good friend of mine. He has good medical skills and ethics. Let him have a look. It would be better to say that you don’t have that, but if it’s true, it’s only the first two months, so it’s time to get rid of it as soon as possible, and cut the mess quickly..."

"I do not want!"

Song Li interrupted him, trembling with anger, stepped back step by step, unconsciously putting his hands on his stomach in a defensive gesture: "Xue Sang, I won't kill him, this is myself I can make my own decision, don’t worry, I’ve already thought it through, no matter what happens, I won’t regret it.”

"Song Li!" Xue Sang looked at him incredulously, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course he does."

A cold and deep voice suddenly sounded behind them, and before Song Li had time to look back, he was pulled into a firm embrace.

He raised his head in a panic, and only the man's sharp and tough jawline could be seen under his eyes blurred by tears.

He Muyan tightened the hand on Song Li's shoulder, and looked down at Xue Sang opposite.

His aura is so strong that passers-by would be easily intimidated, if there were not those few overly obvious bruises on that handsome face.

Xue Sang looked at his funny face, gritted his teeth and cursed bitterly: "I should have punched you more fucking yesterday."

The author has something to say: Mr. He: I’m tired, I’m tired

感谢在2021-05-1423:12:26~2021-05-1618:37:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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