Young master, he is not hated by everyone

Wang Shuo looked down at the note and laughed muffledly, put it in his pocket, and said, "You're welcome, put the things here, remember to eat, I'm leaving first."

After Wang Shuo left, he returned home and watched the movement secretly. He saw Song Ning fumbled his head out first, and walked out cautiously to bring in the food on the stool.

Although the sky was dark, Wang Shuo couldn't see people's appearance clearly, but because Song Ning was too white, he only saw a white and slender person coming out of the house, and hurried in after carrying something.

His movements are cautious like a little beast that has strayed into someone else's territory by mistake, and he looks particularly distressing.

What happened to make people become like this...

Two hours later, Wang Shuo went to collect the bowls and chopsticks and came back, and found that he had finally eaten, but only a little bit. How come this big man looks as delicate as a cat when he eats.

But he was secretly relieved, before going to bed at night, Wang Shuo lay on the bed, took the note written by Song Ning and read it several times, wondering what happened to Song Ning.

In his thoughts, he suddenly remembered that when Song Ning was a child, he was obviously a very cheerful and well-behaved character. After a few years of separation, how can he be such a nice person when he meets again.

The two got along in this way, Song Ning didn't want to go out, Wang Shuo brought him food every day, but fortunately, he ate a little for three meals, otherwise Wang Shuo thought that he was talking to the air every day and delivering meals to the air.

He also cleaned up the dishes and looked at the rest of the food to figure out Song Ning's taste. Green vegetables with leaves only eat the leaves and not the stems, he doesn't like radishes, neither does melons, neither does taro and yams , I don’t like those with a strong fishy smell, I eat more fish than pork and chicken, I don’t eat coriander, green onion, or ginger.

Wang Shuo secretly wrote down these and told his mother, and Li Qingmei cooked according to these. Song Ning really ate more than before. Li Qingmei patted her son on the shoulder with great satisfaction, and praised him: "Sure enough, I am not disappointed." , take care of him."

"Okay, you, Heipi brought me a lychee, I'll give it to Song Ning to taste later."

At lunch time, Wang Shuo just yelled and passed a note through the crack of the door, which said "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Wang Shuo looked at the note but did not take it away, teasing him with a smile: "How many notes did you write in advance?"

Song Ning stood in the door and heard him say that, he was stunned, his breath became short, and he lowered his head and wrote on the paper with trembling hands: "I didn't write it in advance." Then he stuffed it out again.

Wang Shuo looked at the smile deeper, "Okay, it doesn't matter if you write it in advance. By the way, my friend sent some lychees over, and I'll bring you some."

Another piece of paper was handed out from the crack of the door, still with the word "thank you" written on it politely and coldly. Wang Shuo Mingming bent down and picked up the paper to look at the writing on it, and suddenly shouted out: "Oh, Song! Ning, the wind blows and the note blows away, what did you write on it? Tell me."

This time Song Ning didn't hand over the note, nor did he answer, Wang Shuo felt disappointed for some reason, thinking that his joke just now didn't scare the people inside, after all, Song Ning's personality is sensitive.

He coughed twice, scratched his head, "If you don't want to say it, forget it, I put the lychees here, remember to eat some."

After Wang Shuo said this, he was about to leave. When the mountain wind blew, the leaves in the yard were rustling by the wind, and amidst the rustling sound, there was an undetectable faint sound from the door.

"Thank you." Song Ning leaned against the door and spoke slowly, his tone was a bit stiff, he was thinking how his voice was so ugly...

But Wang Shuo outside the door grinned, showing his white teeth, full of satisfaction in his heart, as if he was lucky enough to work hard and finally ushered in the joy of a bumper harvest in autumn.

"Okay, I'm leaving, you have a good meal."

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When Wang Shuo came at night, he saw almost untouched food, but the small pot of lychees he took was gone. Wang Shuo was angry, laughed and worried, angry that Song Ning didn't eat well, and laughed because he found Song Ning again. Like to eat, the worry is that Song Ning is not good for the stomach.

But I don't want to be harsh, so I can only say to the door with a little helplessness: "Song Ning, if you like it, I will bring you some tomorrow, but you should eat something anyway, otherwise I will be punished by the family when I go back." The Empress Dowager scolded me."

Song Ning, who was hiding behind the door, was holding a piece of lychee meat in his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging. He was stunned when he heard Wang Shuo's words. He took the pen and paper next to him and quickly wrote "I'm sorry" go out.

Wang Shuo looked at the frightened and scribbled handwriting, and the corners of his mouth almost rose to his temples, but he still pretended to be helpless and said, "Song Ning, you are not sincere. Anyway, you have to say I'm sorry."

Song Ning was unwilling to open his mouth at first, but the sweetness of the lychee spread in his mouth. He ate the juicy flesh, and remembered that he had been patient and considerate to him these days with Wang Shuo. Seeing him I feel very sorry for being scolded because of my behavior, so I apologize in a low voice: "I'm sorry for hurting you... for causing you to be scolded..."

Song Ning's voice was nice, but the coda was full of timidity and apology, like a gust of wind blowing away the heat, leaving only sweetness and comfort.

The short three words made Wang Shuo feel very happy.

So cute, Wang Shuo thought.

"It's okay, I'll send you lychees tomorrow, but you also want to eat some rice." Wang Shuo, who was about to lift his foot to leave, said as if thinking of something: "Song Ning, don't pass the note in the future, okay? You It’s really nice to speak, if only I could hear it every day when the food is delivered.”?