Before I even went downstairs, I heard Su Zhinan's laughter; he sounded to be in a good mood.
Have we had any guests?
Thinking about the lie she told yesterday, Su Ping wondered if she should take advantage of her father's good mood and confess to him later.
But when she walked down the steps and saw the boy sitting there with his back to her, she was a little stunned.
Why does that back view look so familiar?
Su Zhinan had already seen her, stopped his conversation, and waved to her: "Pingping, come here."
The boy who had his back to her turned around and looked over. Just from his profile, Su Ping recognized him.
Can anyone tell her why Song Qi appeared at her house so early in the morning?
It's not the weekend, doesn't he have to go to school?
Song Qi's gaze fell on her, his eyes crinkled into a smile, and he gave her a sweet smile: "Good morning, senior."
What's going on now? Su Ping's heart couldn't help but pound. Su Zhinan's laughter just now made it hard for her not to think about what the two of them had just talked about.
Did her father just tell Song Qi that she was pregnant out of sheer joy?
Seeing that she stood there motionless with a somewhat unpleasant expression, Song Qi's smile gradually faded.
He even asked his counselor for a day off today so he could see her sooner.
He even got up early to cook some blood-nourishing porridge and brought it over to check on her.
But it seems she wasn't so happy to be here.
Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes without making a sound and tightened the backpack on his knees.
Inside was the porridge he had packed in a thermos.
"Why did you come here? Don't you have classes today?"
To avoid arousing her father's suspicion, Su Ping walked over and sat down opposite Song Qi.
Song Qi shook his head and lied: "I don't have classes this morning."
Su Zhinan, who was standing to the side, was extremely anxious as he listened to the somewhat awkward conversation between the two.
He secretly gave Su Ping several meaningful glances.
After all, it's better for her to tell him about the pregnancy herself; it's not really appropriate for him to say it.
He inquired about the situation during his chat with Xiao Song, and it was clear that Xiao Song was unaware of this matter.
Seeing his daughter's response, Su Zhinan was a little confused, and finally looked down at himself.
Okay, okay, they think he's too embarrassed to speak up here.
"You guys chat first, I'm going to make a phone call."
After saying this, he gave the two of them a meaningful look, then left, turning back every few steps.
She was sitting right across from him, preferring to look at her phone rather than at him.
Song Qi felt increasingly uneasy, but thinking of her health, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"
What kind of talk is that?
Su Ping blinked, looking at him with some confusion, and asked, "Which aspect are you referring to?"
Song Qi wanted to ask directly, but considering that she probably didn't intend for him to know about this, he swallowed his words and shook his head.
But out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but look at her face.
Her complexion wasn't as haggard as he had imagined; it was fair with a rosy glow.
When she felt him looking in her direction again, Su Ping couldn't help but look back.
But she saw the boy lower his head like a startled cat, not daring to look her in the eye.
Su Zhinan, on the other side, figured they had finished their conversation, and then pretended to have finished making a call before going downstairs.
But they found that the atmosphere between the two of them was even more subtle than before.
Does this mean the negotiations didn't go well?
Hearing the noise, Song Qi gritted his teeth and stood up.
"Senior, didn't you say there's no learning atmosphere at home? Would you like to come to the school and see for yourself?"
Su Ping was dumbfounded. That was just an excuse she made up because she didn't want to study; she didn't really want to study.
She gave a dry laugh but didn't say anything.
Su Zhinan thought it was a good idea and quickly came over to agree on her behalf.
When she was discharged from the hospital, the doctor said that we could take her to the places she had been before to stimulate her and see if she could recover her memory.
However, Pingping has not returned to school since losing her memory, so now is a good opportunity.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Xiao Song, you..."
As Su Zhinan spoke, his gaze fell on Su Ping's stomach.
"Pingping isn't feeling well, so please take good care of her and make sure she doesn't fall."
Su Ping twitched the corners of her mouth. Her father's words were practically a euphemism for her having a "child."
Perfect timing! She could just ask Song Qi what he was up to.
She admitted that she initially tried to please him to learn more about his sister, Song Yifei. Now that Yichen and Yifei have reconciled, she doesn't think there's any point in them maintaining a close relationship.
Although sometimes he gave her a strange sense of familiarity...
Thinking about the dream she had last night, Su Ping's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
Finally, the two got on the bus to school together. Uncle Feng drove in front, listening to the two chatting casually in the back.
"How are things between Sister Yifei and Brother Yichen lately?"
Hearing her constantly mention Xu Yichen, Song Qi suddenly frowned, turned her head away from her, and spoke with an unhappiness that she herself didn't realize.
"If your senior cares about him so much, why don't you just call and ask him yourself?"
What kind of talk is that?
She was just bored and started a conversation, so why did he react like he was on steroids?
She went to school with him without even having breakfast that morning, and she hasn't made a fuss yet.
My stomach, as if to fit the occasion, rumbled several times.
Just as she was wondering whether she should ask Uncle Feng to park the car on the side of the road so she could get out and buy some food, she heard Song Qi next to her suddenly unzip his backpack.
The fear of being dominated by practice questions surged back into Su Ping's mind, and the words of cursing were already on the tip of her tongue.
They were dumbfounded when they saw Song Qi take out a light yellow thermos from his backpack.
"I made this according to an online tutorial, would you like some?"
After Song Qi finished speaking, he unscrewed the lid somewhat embarrassedly, and a faint fragrance immediately wafted out.
The porridge was still steaming, but Su Ping glanced at what was inside and immediately lost her appetite.
She's not a patient who has lost too much blood, so who taught him to cook porridge like this?
I wonder if healthy people will have problems if they eat highly nutritious foods?
Uncle Feng listened intently to the interaction between the two people in the back seat the whole time, his smile almost reaching the back of his ears.
As I get older, I enjoy watching how these young people interact.
On the other side, a cell phone rang, and the man on the bed turned over and opened his eyes.
After a momentary lapse in judgment, he picked up his phone from the bedside table, answered the call, and put it to his ear.
He had little recollection of what happened last night, and didn't even remember how he got home.
I just woke up and I feel so tired, like my body has been run over.
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