Kidney master

Three years later.

Ji Chen is three years old.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the designer's work became more and more famous, with numerous awards and invitations. Ji Yi'an was also promoted according to the procedure. He no longer had to go out in person every day like before. However, he has sufficient experience in anti-drugs, and his appreciation speed is fast and he is young. , Inevitably, I still have to be a master for the new team.

The weekend season is also free, and it is rare to stay at home at noon.

Song Chu went out in the morning, and there was a contract about the spring and summer payment that needed to be negotiated in person.

Ji Chen was tearful and aggrieved sitting on the chair opposite Ji Yi'an, crying uncontrollably, with his mouth raised high, crying loudly on purpose, hoping that his father could coax him.

But my dear father has a heart of stone, and he didn't even give him a look, but the movement of pouring milk in his hand didn't stop, skillful and serious.

"I don't like you anymore!" Ji Chen broke out, shouting at Ji Yi'an, his voice was immature and soft.

Ji Yi'an cooled the milk, walked over holding the cup, knelt down in front of him, and handed it to him: "Why don't you like Dad anymore?"

Ji Chen hiccupped and drank milk with a cup in his hands, funny and cute: "You don't play games for me!"

"Did my mother say that I can't play anymore when I went out this morning, my eyes will be bad."

Ji Chen negotiated with him pitifully: "I'll just play for a while, mom hasn't come back yet."

Ji Yi'an smiled, and rubbed the child's soft hair: "Why, you want to collude with your father to lie to your mother at such a young age?"

After Ji Chen finished drinking the glass of milk, he put the glass back into the sink, "You're doing well, kid."

Ji Chen is only three years old, but he just likes to play games, pestering Ji Yi'an and Song Chu for mobile phones every day.

He still wanted to think of ways to pester Ji Yi'an for a cell phone, but his father really didn't let go, so he sat down on the ground: "I want to play!"

Ji Yi'an: "No."

Ji Chen: "I want to play!"

Ji Yi'an: "Go and play with your toys for a while, be good."

Ji Chen held back his mouth: "I don't want you guys anymore!"

Ji Yi'an raised his eyebrows, and asked him: "Don't want to be parents."

"Correct!"

Ji Yi'an: "Are you going to run away from home?"

Ji Chen: "Yes!"

There was a sound of opening the door, Song Chu came back, just in time to hear the solemn question and answer of the father and son, he couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded.

Ji Yi'an: "I'm back, have you had lunch yet?"

"Eat outside." Song Chu propped up the wall with one hand and changed into slippers at the entrance, "What are you arguing about? Why is my precious son running away from home? It's so pitiful."

"Who quarreled with him?"

Ji Yian sighed tiredly, told Song Chu the reason why Ji Chen was angry this morning, and said again: "Little heartless."

Song Chu smiled, washed his hands, squeezed Ji Chen's fat cheeks, and rubbed them affectionately: "Chen Chen is going to run away from home?"

"Ok!"

"Okay." Song Chu nodded, leaning his back on the kitchen counter, crossing his arms, "How do you plan to run away from home?"

Ji Chen: "Ignore you guys!"

"Mom is asking, are you going to leave home on foot, or take a taxi or bus?"

"Take the plane!" Ji Chen pouted.

"Oh." Both Song Chu and Ji Yi'an laughed, and she continued to ask, "Then where are you going by plane, Mom and Dad love you, you have to tell us where you are going first, so we can find you later. "

Ji Chen thought for a while, and said, "Go to grandparents."

"Mom, let's find you a tour group. It's not safe to travel freely, and we don't worry about it."

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, it was all nonsense and amused. How could a three-year-old kid know about tour groups and free travel? Ji Yian laughed and fell on top of her. Happy.

Song Chu couldn't help laughing, but in the end he seemed to have really upset his son, so he took out his phone from his pocket and clicked on the little game he often played.

He warned: "It's only 10 minutes, mom will put it away after 10 minutes."

So Ji Chen was overjoyed, he didn't even care that there were still tears on his face.

Ji Yi'an softly "tsk": "Don't spoil him too much."

Song Chu pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm here to maintain our fragile mother-child relationship."

Finally, Ji Chen was sent to take a nap. Aunt Zhang who was in charge of taking Ji Chen also came. Song Chu told her to take a bath and change his clothes when Ji Chen woke up. They had to go out to eat together at night. a meal.

"Yi'an, I'm going to change clothes too, just wait for me." Song Chu said.

Ji Yi'an responded, and said: "Take your time, don't rush, it's only a few minutes."

They need to go to Cen Han and Xiao Yan at noon today, and tonight is their formal engagement banquet.

Song Chu changed into a clean white dress, wiped off the bright red lipstick she put on during the day at work, and reapplied a gentle pink color. She didn't gain much weight when she was pregnant, and she has a strict temper for herself, " After a month of unloading, he has basically returned to his previous figure.

It is not at all obvious that she is already a mother.

"Let's go."

The two got into the car together and drove directly to the engagement hotel.

Xiao Yan has been chasing Cen Han for three years, and it's only been a short time since. However, the two have been colleagues who have worked together for many years, and they have already figured out each other's temper and personality, so they decided to get engaged after a few months.

Song Chu was the first to discover the clue between the two of them. She was careful and sensitive, and she had already determined that Xiao Yan liked Cen Han on the day of the engagement.

So when the two of them publicly admitted that they were dating, she wasn't surprised at all, but Ji Yi'an didn't expect that there would be an office romance around her at all.

"Ji team." Xiao Yan greeted them when he saw them, and scratched the hair on the back of his head cautiously.

"Where's Cen Han?" Song Chu asked him.

"The dressing room is inside." Xiao Yan said.

Song Chu left Ji Yi'an behind and went to find Cen Han in the dressing room.

After Cen Han came out of the drug rehabilitation center, the relationship between the two of them became very good, and Cen Han became Ji Chen's only godmother, buying some gadgets for their little elder brother every week and every month.

"Song Chu, you are here." Through the mirror, Cen Han caught a glimpse of Song Chu who pushed the door in.

"I came to see you right after I arrived, so I'm impressed." Song Chu stepped forward, stared at her makeup for a while, then smiled, "It's the first time I've seen you put on such makeup .”

Cen Han: "I've been sitting for hours, doing hair and makeup, it's too troublesome."

Song Chu took the makeup brush from the makeup artist, and touched Cen Han's chin with his index finger: "Look up, I'll make it for you."

She is skillful, half sitting on the dressing table, chatting with her while doing makeup, and it's over in a while.

Cen Han smiled and said, "You are still the best."

"Why did you decide to get engaged so quickly? Xiao Yan has been chasing you for three years now. I thought you two would have some troubles in this good thing."

"He's fine." Cen Han smiled.

Song Chu raised his eyebrows and glanced at her flat belly.

Cen Han caught her gaze and smiled even bigger: "What are you thinking! It's not running with the ball, you are like everyone else, you come together when you get married and pregnant."

"It's not very good. That little kid is too difficult to deal with. You will have to live together for a few years." Song Chu said.

"Then you give me Ji Chen, it's too late for me to be happy with such a cute child."

Song Chu sighed tiredly: "I'm still arguing about leaving home at noon today."

***

In the evening, the engagement ceremony began.

Ji Chen was also sent over after taking a nap. He was wearing a small suit with a black tie around the collar. He looked like Song Chu, with long eyelashes and fair skin, like a doll.

Just like Ji Yi'an's character, every time Xu Qingnian sees this grandson, he says that he was carved out of the same mold as Ji Yi'an when he was a child, and his skin has no edge.

"dad."

Ji Chen hugged Ji Yi'an's leg to hug him.

Ji Yi'an picked him up, most of the people here are colleagues from the bureau, they all know Ji Chen, he is beautiful and more likable, and everyone tries to tease him in different ways.

Ji Yi'an put him down after eating something in his arms, and was taken to play by other young policemen in the bureau.

"Don't run around, just play in the hall, do you hear me?" Song Chu took Ji Chen's hand and told him.

The policeman on the other side smiled and assured: "Chenchen is the big brother of our entire police station, and he can't be lost. Don't worry, sister-in-law."

Song Chu watched his son being taken there, not afraid of life at all.

Just looking at this, she is not like Song Chu at all. She was quite shy of strangers when she was a child, and she didn't like to communicate with strangers, so she always avoided them in advance.

But Ji Yi'an is different, he grew up in love since he was a child, lively and playful, not afraid of strangers, that's why he grew up like this.

He has seen the dark and dirty side of the world, and seen through the somewhat ugly and unacceptable human nature, but he himself has never changed, and he still lives positively and sunnyly.

Drive the early Song Dynasty.

Ji Chen is also like him.

"The air conditioner here is too stuffy, go out and take a walk?" Ji Yi'an turned his head and said to Song Chu.

"Okay."

Ji Chen was still inside, and they didn't dare to go too far. In the corridor on the same floor, Song Chu asked someone for a glass of juice.

She took a sip and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, there is something I forgot to tell you."

"Ok?"

"In the morning..."

Before she finished speaking, she was suddenly interrupted by a loud voice. She looked back and saw a gorgeously dressed woman walking towards him with a smile.

"Designer Song, why are you here?"

Song Chu pointed to the box on the side: "A friend is engaged, how about you?"

"Company party." She said, and turned her head to look at Ji Yi'an again, her eyes crooked, "Is this your husband?"

"En." Song Chu responded with a smile.

Ji Yi'an shook hands with her lightly, and nodded as a gesture.

"How do you think about what I told you during the day, are you willing to cooperate with us? We will all be very happy."

"Still thinking about it, how about it, I will give you an answer tomorrow."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and after the woman left, Ji Yi'an asked, "What kind of cooperation did she just talk about, did you sign a new design draft?"

"No." Song Chu squeezed his palm, "It's what I want to tell you just now, their company wanted to publish a special issue about me, and asked me if I thought about publishing a book."

"Book?" Ji Yian was stunned.

"It's not a design book, that is, my Weibo has a lot of fans, and then I came up with a book about my life. I didn't have much interest in this kind of thing, but after Chen Chen was born, I started I think this kind of thing is quite memorable, so I’m hesitating.”

"That's very good, why don't you agree." Ji Yi'an agreed without hesitation.

"Isn't it inconvenient for others to know about your work? I'm afraid it will affect you if the heat goes up."

"It's okay, Ju Pang planned to transfer me away from Yunnan, and the impact will be small by then."

Song Chu was taken aback: "Transferred? Where are you going?"

"It may change the direction of guidance. Many anti-drug work now requires years of actual combat experience to guide new police officers. Detection, release, and collection are all guided."

Song Chu looked at him: "Are you willing to leave the front line?"

Ji Yi'an was silent for a while, and finally smiled: "I don't want to part with it, but sometimes experience is more important. Passing on experience can produce more excellent anti-narcotics police officers, and it can also reduce their sacrifice rate."

In the eyes of many people, the job of anti-narcotics may be very dangerous and bitter, and some people think that once they have the opportunity to be transferred from the front-line position, it is a very lucky thing.

But for these front-line anti-drug police officers who have really been born and died, and are well aware of the crimes of drugs and the ugliness of drug dealers, they are often reluctant to leave.

Once you grab one, you want to grab the next one.

But one after another, one after another, there is no end at all.

They can only redeploy, re-plan again and again, and carry out countless capture operations.

People who haven't experienced it may not understand.

But Song Chu understood him.

I also know that apart from imparting experience, Ji Yi'an has other concerns.

He has suffered many injuries, including knife wounds on his back and chest, and gunshot wounds. How many times his life is hanging by a thread. If he really died in a certain mission, these experiences can no longer be taught to others. The anti-drug police will always be a Batch after batch, replacement needs fresh and healthy blood, and what will happen to Song Chu and Ji Chen, he dare not even think about it.

He said: "I mentioned it to me last week. I don't know when it will be implemented. I was afraid that you would be happy in vain, so I didn't tell you."

"You don't have to work so hard, I'm very happy." Song Chu looked at him, "But I also want you to do what you want."

"It's all very good, and it's time to give up the position to the new generation. Taking advantage of the young body and a lot of practical experience, it will be a life-saving thing in the future."

Hearing what he said, Song Chu didn't insist, and stepped forward to hug his waist.

There were too many people coming and going around, she didn't kiss him, she just whispered in his ear: "Anyway, no matter what you decide, I will support you."

"Hmm." Ji Yi'an stroked her hair, "Have you decided to publish the book yet?"

"Come out." Song Chu said.

***

Publishing a book is not as simple as Song Chu originally thought.

Three months had passed by the time she finished some of the design contracts she had received and finally started planning the book.

The work that Ji Yian told her about quitting the front line was also gradually unfolding, and the position of captain in the bureau would not be handed over so quickly. While continuing to run on the front line, he was also busy with guiding new police officers.

There was another interview in the early afternoon of Song Dynasty.

That book not only has her own records, but the first half of the book is all related interviews undertaken by the company.

"Everyone knows that you won the runner-up cup as a sophomore in the design competition six years ago, but we also found that you seem to have suspended school for five years. the reason?"

"Hmm." Song Chu thought for a while and said, "It's a trip. I never thought of becoming a designer before, and I didn't expect to win the award."

"How did you feel when you won the award?"

"Very happy." Song Chu smiled, "Of course I'm happy."

"In addition, I think what your fans must want to know is your love life, about your mysterious husband, will you post his photos on the Internet in the future?"

"decide as things go."

"Are you falling in love with each other for a long time or at first sight?"

In fact, it doesn't even count.

Love at first sight is not that exaggerated, but Ji Yian's feeling at first sight is indeed different from others, like a ray of light, illuminating the darkness around her.

At the bar in the Golden Triangle at that time, his demeanor was different from that of everyone there, clean and bright, without the usual fear of drug dealers in the eyes of those people.

Song Chu's emotional cognition is very weak, and he really can't tell whether his feelings for Ji Yi'an at that time were just curiosity or heartbeat.

And Ji Yi'an is also difficult to distinguish from her.As for love at first sight, in that kind of place, with her status at the time, if he could really fall in love with her at first sight regardless of anything, it would be a complete lack of heart. It's not the same either.

"Mix the two words, love at first sight." Song Chu replied.

……

By the end of the day's interview, it was already late when I returned home.

Ji Chen was on winter vacation, and Song Cheng, his grandfather's front-line life, came here to pick him up for the New Year in Beijing.

When she entered the room, she saw Ji Yi'an lying on the sofa and fell asleep, a tie was loosely wrapped around his neck like a hemp rope.

Looking at this attire, Song Chu knew what he was going to do today - Ji Yi'an would only dress a little more formally when he was going to guide the new anti-narcotics police.

Song Chu put down his bag, looked at him for a while, and really felt that Ji Yi'an is the type who gets more flavorful as he gets older, with chiseled eyebrows and eyes, deep and profound.

Outside the window is a large expanse of fiery clouds, like a fairyland, rendered endlessly.

"Yi'an." She called his name softly.

He didn't wake up, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was having an unpleasant dream.

Ji Yi'an has always been a light sleeper, probably due to his occupation, and is especially sensitive to voices, and it is rare that he can't wake up when he is called like this.

Song Chu immediately realized that something was wrong, took two steps forward, and put his palm on his forehead.

hot.

She frowned, took out the thermometer in the medicine box at home, and put it on his forehead to measure it.

38.2, it really is a fever.

This was the first time in a long time that she met Ji Yian with a fever and illness, it was really not common, he was always in good health.

Song Chu squatted down and squeezed Ji Yi'an's wrist: "Yi'an, you have a fever, let's go to the hospital."

He woke up in a daze, his voice was hoarse, and he was not fully awake: "...it's okay, I just lack sleep, just sleep for a while."

Song Chu patiently talked for a while, but Ji Yi'an, who had a fever, seemed to have lost several years of age out of thin air, and was stubbornly unwilling to go to the hospital.

She couldn't hold him back, and guessed that his body temperature wasn't too high, and he really didn't sleep much these days, and couldn't bear to wake him up to brave the cold wind outside before going to the hospital, so she compromised.

Song Chu worked hard and finally moved him to the bed in the bedroom. The quilt covered him tightly and tucked it tightly around the neckline to make it airtight. He also turned up the temperature of the room a little.

She dug out another pack of Ganmao Ling, checked the date, made a cup, stirred it with chopsticks, and watched the light brown particles diffuse and disperse in the hot water.

She shook the cup: "Drink the medicine first."

Ji Yian didn't respond.

Song Chu scratched his face and pinched his arms again and didn't get him up to drink the medicine. In the end, he sighed helplessly, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, half helplessly and half threateningly: "If you do this again, I will kill you." going to be angry."

She pressed the rim of the cup to Ji Yi'an's lips again, and after two seconds, he finally opened his lips and closed his eyes to drink the medicine.

Ji Yi'an still didn't wake up, probably because of his subconscious behavior after hearing Song Chu's words just now, he obediently drank the cup of bitter medicine.

Very well behaved.

Song Chu pursed his lips, got up and poured him another glass of water, wanting to sip, but this time he didn't open his mouth again, luckily the medicine had already been drunk, Song Chu put the glass on the bedside table, and asked him softly: "Do you want to eat?" What, let me make you something?"

Expected no response.

Song Chu replied to himself: "If you have a fever, drink some porridge, and I will make this too."

Just as she was about to get up, a hot hand grabbed her wrist. She was stunned, but the man on the bed still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't respond to what she was doing.

Song Chu wanted to break his hand away, but in the next second he was dragged into the bed, and his knees made a depression on the bed.

Ji Yian withdrew a little to the side, picked up the quilt and covered Song Chu's body together, wrapped his arms around her, rested his head on the side of her neck, and rubbed his head, his hair was very prickly.

The long but not dense eyelashes are gathered in the darkness, and the irrelevant edges and corners are softer than usual.

His voice was hoarse, with a drawn-out nasal voice: "Don't worry about it, I'll make you something to eat after I sleep."

The voice was deep and hoarse, lustful and provocative, but to Song Chu's ears, it was too sweet.

"You rarely get sick, don't you give me a chance to take care of you, huh?"

"It's fine to sleep, there's nothing to take care of." Ji Yi'an wrapped the little girl in his arms, even with the quilt on, his eyes couldn't be opened, and his arms were stretched across her waist to tighten, "Hurry up sleep."

Song Chu was not sleepy at first, but after being hugged by him like this, he fell asleep very quickly, and fell asleep after a while.

She was pillowed on Ji Yi'an's arm, and was held in his arms from behind, completely and tightly wrapped by the warmth of his body, submerging him from all directions.

Peace of mind and safety.

When I woke up again, it was completely dark, only a few lights were on outside the window, and the bedroom was even darker.

Song Chu rubbed his eyes and reached out to pat his side.

no one.

Ok?

She turned her head and looked over, it was empty, even the ground had no body temperature.

"Yi'an!" she yelled.

"Hey!" Someone outside responded.

Song Chu let go of the tone he raised, and slowly stretched his waist and walked outside the house with plush slippers.

Ji Yi'an is in the kitchen, he should have taken a shower in the guest room just now, he is wearing a half-wet shirt, which outlines his muscular and well-proportioned wide shoulders and narrow waist, and when he lowers his head to cut vegetables on the chopping board, his spine outlines a beautiful thread.

There is also a thermometer in his mouth, and he looks pitiful while measuring his body temperature while cooking.

Song Chu watched from behind him, wanting to laugh and feeling a little distressed.

"Isn't there a forehead thermometer at home?" Song Chu asked.

"I used it just now, and it seems to be broken." Ji Yi'an said, he put down the kitchen knife, touched the handle, took a glass of Hanmaoling, and handed it to Song Chu, "Drink this first."

Song Chu: "???"

"I have a fever, you just slept with me like that so you don't catch it."

Song Chu smiled, but didn't reach out to take it: "Who dragged me to the bed to sleep together, and now I'm still being asked to drink medicine."

Ji Yi'an pinched the thermometer and asked, "Shall I take yours?"

He was groggy at that time and had no memory.

"That's right, otherwise you think I'm so heartless that I'm going to sleep with you while you have a fever. I'm going to cook porridge for you."

"Really." Ji Yi'an smiled, "Drink the medicine first."

"I don't drink it, it's too bitter."

"Be careful to infect you in a while."

"That's your fault too, I don't want to drink."

Ji Yian frowned: "If you don't drink, I'll feed you."

Song Chu raised his eyebrows, unmoved at all.

He pinched the thermometer and looked at it, it was 37 degrees.

Song Chu asked, "Is the fever gone?"

"Retired, I said that it is because of my lack of sleep. Why is it so easy to get a fever."

Song Chu still wanted to say something, but the next second Ji Yi'an leaned over, sealed her lips, and sucked gently with the tip of her tongue.

"One kiss for a cup of medicine." He handed over the cup again.

Song Chu looked at him: "Virtue."

But in the end, he took it and drank it obediently, wrinkling his face bitterly, and ran out to drink a large glass of water.

When he went in again, he hugged Ji Yi'an's waist from behind, and put his chin on his shoulder with ease, and when he talked and laughed, the warm breath hit his ears, as if deliberately provocative.

There were only two of them at home, and they were sick again. Ji Yi'an didn't cook any difficult dishes, just a few home-cooked dishes, and the rice was replaced with porridge.

Song Chu leaned against him quite quietly, listening to the gurgling sound of the porridge boiling in the pot, the fragrance of the vegetables wafting out, making people feel greedy.

"Captain Season."

"Huh?" Song Chu hadn't called him that for a long time.

"It's okay, I just called you." She tilted her head and kissed him on the neck, "I was just wondering if I saved the earth in my previous life, and I am so lucky to get you in this life."

***

Probably because I slept too long during the day, and at night Song Chu slept very lightly, and dreamed intermittently, and the dreams were also absurd and bizarre, spanning a long distance, from childhood to adulthood, from Beijing to the Golden Triangle.

She used to be a self-contradictory radical.

Very out of gregarious, indifferent and alienated, a girl with such a temperament like her did not suffer deliberate snubbing, ridicule and sarcasm when she was a student.

But that doesn't mean no one hates her, she's too pretty and too noticeable.

She was secretly discussed by many people, saying that she was not good, that she was wrong, that she was a freak, that she was a different kind, that she was arrogant, selfish and indifferent.

Song Chu knew this, and the children's discussions behind their backs were not so secretive. She happened to hear it when she passed by, and then crushed all her thoughts into the bottom of her heart, keeping her face calm.

She didn't say anything and didn't bother to do anything.

For some reason, Song Chu could feel that he was in a dream.

So much so that when she experienced these things that happened in her childhood that she thought she had forgotten a long time ago, she was like an outsider from God's perspective.

She was top-heavy and in a dream state.

come down.

come down.

Then she was grabbed by a force, tender and firm, took her hand, interlocked her fingers, and pulled her up continuously, through the dark and dark deep sea, the dirty and ugly swamp, to the blue sky and white clouds Down.

"Early Song Dynasty."

The familiar voice called her name.

Break through all the shackles, like a broken bamboo.

In one fell swoop, she was pulled into the world of mortals.

The voice said—

"I can teach you how to give your heart to me."

"Don't worry, I will teach you slowly, and you will learn slowly."

"Everyone lives in this world, there are countless kinds of relationship connections, you also need to slowly accept these relationships, long and short, sweet and hurt, everyone grows in these relationships, and you are the same .”

"It's okay if you're in a bad state of mind; it's okay if you're in a daze; it's okay if you're cruel and merciless, that's all I like."

"Give me your hand, and I will teach you how to be an ordinary person."

***

"Early Song Dynasty, Early Song Dynasty."

The sound of reality mixed with the dream, making people feel a little trance for a while.

She was a little lingering in the dream, and after a while slowly opened her eyes, she saw Ji Yi'an's enlarged face approaching.

How did that sentence say, the best thing in this world is to be able to see the person you dreamed of in your dreams as soon as you open your eyes.

Well.

However, this face seems to be a bit smelly.

Ji Yi'an was a little angry, because Song Chu had a fever this morning, and although he drank a cup of Ganmao Ling to prevent it yesterday, he still got the trick.

He felt that it was because Song Chu refused the cup of medicine yesterday.

"What are you doing, what time is it?" Song Chu asked sleepily.

"Seven o'clock." He rolled over and got out of bed.

Song Chu muttered: "Why did you wake me up so early?"

"Take the medicine and go to sleep."

Ji Yi'an squeezed two pills and vitamin C tablets, then took a cup of hot water and handed it over.

Song Chu didn't realize anything until he drank it, and asked blankly, "I also have a fever?"

Ji Yi'an sighed, and touched her forehead: "I don't feel it, isn't it uncomfortable?"

"I don't feel anything."

It just seems to be a little hot on the face.

Sitting on the chair by the bed, Ji Yi'an stuffed her hands outside into the quilt, and babbled: "I just said that you are not in good health, and you were stubborn with me when I asked you to drink medicine yesterday." , if you drink it early, you will be fine."

"I just dawdled for 2 minutes and drank it. How could it be because of this?"

"You just didn't pay attention to this matter. Look at you and you are sick again. Ji Chen's resistance is stronger than yours."

"..."

Song Chu couldn't beat him.

It can be said that Ji Yian has a very good temper, except when Song Chu made himself sick, he would talk about her seriously for a long time, like an old lady.

Song Chu looked at his clothes, including a tie, and changed the subject: "Should we still teach them today?"

"Yeah." Ji Yi'an stuffed the person back into the cup tightly, and said, "I'll come back at noon to cook for you, and I've put off all your work today, don't go out, take a good rest, I'll come back early in the afternoon, If the fever has not subsided, we will go to the hospital."

Song Chu had a fever, and Ji Yi'an didn't even want to go to the hospital, but he had a job that couldn't be turned off, so many people were waiting for him.

Song Chu muttered in his heart, making a fuss out of a molehill.

He nodded obediently on one side of his face: "Got it."

Ji Yi'an went over and brought her computer: "Just stay on the bed."

"Ah."

Song Chu sat up and suddenly put his arms around his neck and kissed him.

Ji Yi'an paused and looked down at her.

The little girl's smiling eyes were crooked, full of flattery, and her index finger hooked his palm lightly and vaguely.

"..."

She smiled: "I'll wait for you on the bed, come back early."

"..."

A vixen will only get higher and higher as he grows older.

***

When Ji Yian went out to work, Song Chu regained his sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already snowing outside the house, the sky was clear, and the sun was shining brightly, as if the weather was also warm, reflecting strange mottled lights on the falling snowflakes.

She picked up her phone and sent a message to Ji Yi'an.

[It's snowing, have you brought an umbrella, do you want me to pick you up? 】

Received a reply every 3 minutes.

【Fuck you, stay at home for me. 】

Tsk.Song Chu scratched his eyebrows.

There was another "buzz", and the next text message followed.

Just one word.

【good. 】

She smiled, put away her mobile phone, the water beside the bed was already cold, she got up and fetched a cup of hot water for herself again.

Standing in front of the window with a glass of water in both hands, watching the fluttering snowflakes.

The depression in the previous dream was completely gone, she pressed the voice button, put it on her heart, and sent a three-second voice to Ji Yi'an.

【? 】

[The sound of heartbeat beating for you. 】

Ji Yi'an was standing in front of the slideshow, looking at the text messages on the screen and laughed, with a soft and happy look, so the new police officers below all knew that she must be the sister-in-law who was often mentioned in the bureau.

His reply was also very appropriate for his age.

Emoticon of a heart.

Song Chu gave a "tsk" sound and tilted his head.

Then leaning against the wall, the corners of her lips curled up little by little.