After wearing the book, the heartthrob has ulterior motives for me

Mother Lin's meal was ready quickly. It was an ordinary home-cooked dish, but it was delicious in color and flavor.

"Come on, try the stewed mutton just now and see how it tastes." Mother Lin enthusiastically served the best piece of meat to Song Chen, looking at him expectantly.

Song Chen nodded, looked at the bowl of mutton soup and hesitated for a while, then took a spoonful of the soup, took a sip, and commented: "It tastes good."

"It's fine if you like it, let's eat." Mother Lin's eyes flashed a trace of disappointment, she smiled nonchalantly, and filled a big bowl for each of the brother and sister.

Lin Du and Feng Yu ate the vegetarian food at noon. At that time, he was worried that Song Chen didn't eat much at all, and he was hungry for a long time.

With Lin's mother's concern, he filled another bowl of soup after eating.

At this time, Song Chen's soup bowl was still full of mutton, and he was eating slowly.

Lin's mother thought that the dishes were not suitable for her taste, so she pointed to the plates placed a little far away and introduced, "Mr. Song, these are fresh winter bamboo shoots, which are very tender. Eat more to clear away the heat."

Seeing Song Chen nodded, Lin Muduan enthusiastically picked up the plate and moved it to him.

Lin Du immediately moved the plate back, and said displeasedly: "Mom, Mr. Song is a popular artist, he must keep fit, so he can't eat like this."

Since you want to live in their house, you should be mentally prepared to eat and live together, so that you can show the young master airs to someone.Lin Du had endured it for a while, and gave Song Chen an angry look, and removed the mutton in front of him.

"Is this enough to eat?" Lin's mother felt that what her son said was reasonable, but she also felt that it would be okay for young people not to eat enough.

Seeing that Lin Du had already removed the dishes, Song Chen put down his chopsticks and followed his words to explain to Mother Lin: "It's true that I can't eat too much at night because of work needs."

Lin Yue was afraid of gaining weight, looked at the rice in the bowl, and didn't want to eat it for a long time, so he took the opportunity to say to her mother: That's right, Mom. "It's said on TV, 'Eat well in the morning and eat less in the evening'. Look at you every time you serve me so much, it's killing me!"

It was inconvenient for Lin Du to reprimand Song Chen, and this would just teach Lin Yue: "Mom cooks hard for us, don't complain and don't waste food!"

"Brother, this is too double standard!" Lin Yue complained.

"Hurry up and eat!" Lin Du finished speaking, and entered the kitchen with a cold face in his hand.

"Let me come, you go out to accompany the guests." Mother Lin followed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Mom, let me come. You have a rest."

Lin Du stood in front of the sink, turned on the tap and lowered his head to wash the dishes.Mother Lin had no choice but to go out to the living room by herself, turn on the TV and ask Song Chen to sit down.

After Lin Yue finished eating, he went back to his room to do his homework. Song Chen sat on the sofa in the living room boredly, quietly watching Lin Du who was tidying up in the kitchen.

Lin Du was wearing a cooking apron with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his taupe-colored forearms.Song Chen didn't know why the more he looked at the look of lowering his head and carefully brushing the dishes, the more comfortable he felt.He originally wanted to explain to Lin Du, but he just stared blankly and didn't want to move.

At this time, Mother Lin changed the sheets and quilts in the room, and came out with a set of pajamas and a bottle of medicinal oil in her hand. Song Chen looked away and pretended to be watching TV.

"This is Lin Du's pajamas. They've been washed. Mr. Song will make up for it."

Song Chen took the clothes and looked at them, "It's fine, thank you Auntie. Just call me Song Chen."

It was just a set of ordinary cotton pajamas, but it was washed clean and had a light fragrance.Song Chen changed out of the shower, and sure enough, a good set of clothes became three-quarter length sleeves on him.

But he couldn't stand Song Chen's good figure and good looks. He didn't look awkward, but he wore ordinary clothes with a big-name feel.

"Mr. Song is indeed a movie star, he really looks good in anything!" Mother Lin praised.

Lin Du packed up the kitchen and came out, sitting in a corner of the sofa with a pillow in his arms.He didn't want to pay attention to Song Chen at first, but after hearing his mother's evaluation, he unconsciously rolled his eyes.

Song Chen is very good-looking, but usually wears black mostly, looks cold and cold, with a strong sense of distance.Lin Du found that he wore this milky white and his atmosphere was much gentler, which made people want to get closer.

"Come on, dry your hair quickly, don't catch a cold." Seeing that Song Chen's head was still dripping wet, Mother Lin immediately brought a hair dryer and plugged it in.

Song Chen held the blower in one hand, and the other hand passed the slender fingers through the black hair, blowing the hair gracefully.

Lin Du watched quietly, his throat rolled unconsciously, and the beautiful scenery of Song Chen wearing a nightgown leaning against the door frame when he knocked on the hotel door suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Song Chen dried his hair, and Mother Lin handed him the medicated oil again, "Take this on your feet, and after you sleep, the pain will be gone the next day."

Song Chen held the medicated oil in his hand, and felt a pungent smell rushing towards him.He looked around, then gently put it back on the table.

His feet were fine, Lin Du drove him away in the ward, and he made up random excuses.

Mother Lin came out of the shower and saw the unopened medicated oil on the table, and sighed, "Hey, this child."

In addition to being more calm, Song Chen looks about the same age as Lin Du on the outside, and looks like a child to her.

"Really, it doesn't hurt after rubbing it on. You can trust Auntie, this medicated oil is very effective." Mother Lin persuaded earnestly.

Remembering that Song Chen is a celebrity, maybe because she didn't like the smell on her hands, Mother Lin suggested, "Why don't Auntie wipe it for you?"

Song Chen shook his head, and said politely: "How can this be done. Auntie, you just took a shower, don't get your hands dirty again."

Mother Lin heard that he didn't resist the medicated oil, and after thinking about it, she said to Lin Du who was beside her, "Son, come and help Mr. Song wipe it off."

Lin Du watched the TV absently, Song Chen's movement of brushing his hair was still in his mind, when Mother Lin handed over the medicated oil, she took it.He stood up, looked at the medicated oil in his hand, and said in a daze, "What is this for?"

"Let you rub the medicated oil for Mr. Song. Didn't he sprain his foot? Mommy is going to bed first. After wiping, you should go take a shower early and rest early." Mother Lin went into her room and took the room with her. Door.

Lin Du stood by the coffee table and looked back at Song Chen who was sitting on the sofa.For some reason, his gaze was actually focused on Song Chen's milky white neckline.

The brain that had finally calmed down became restless again. Lin Du looked away, put the medicated oil back on the coffee table, and said coldly, "Wipe it yourself."

Song Chen raised Yang's slender and beautiful hands, "But I just took a shower. And my aunt just told you to help me."

"You..." Lin Du turned his head and looked at Song Chen angrily.

Song Chen pretended to be a rascal and said solemnly: "Then when my aunt asks me tomorrow, I can only say that you are not willing to help."