Zhao Yanran nodded, but soon thought of something and shook her head quickly, "No, no, I was in a hurry to go out today and didn't put on makeup. Now I am wearing no makeup."
Xu Su pecked her forehead proudly and said disapprovingly: "My wife is the most beautiful. I like her face without makeup too."
Zhao Yanran, "..."
She didn't know what she was thinking, but it was as sweet as honey.
Just like that, he held her in his arms and slept soundly.
Zhao Yanran slowly fell asleep in his arms.
She slept until noon. When she woke up, she found Xu Su staring at her.
His eyes were gentle and deep, and Zhao Yanran's heart skipped a beat, as if she was drunk by him.
She got up awkwardly, and Xu Su pulled her aside: "Why do you want to leave?"
Zhao Yanran replied without getting angry: "Of course, I'll order you a box lunch. It's noon now, aren't you hungry?"
Xu Su was really hungry. However, he blinked at her and said weakly, "Wife, takeout from restaurants outside is not healthy. It may contain waste oil, substandard chicken essence, or..."
Zhao Yanran held her forehead and looked at him helplessly: "What do you want to say? Can you just say it directly, Mr. Xu?"
Xu Su raised his eyebrows and looked towards the small kitchen. "Wife, cook for me. I want to eat your cooking..."
Zhao Yanran looked at him in surprise. "Is there a kitchen here? How come there is a kitchen?"
Xu Su said with some pride,
"This is a VIP ward, a VIP among VIPs. It comes with its own kitchen and small living room." This is the special treatment he received from Song Ling. Song Ling is not short of money.
Zhao Yanran frowned awkwardly, "But cooking is really troublesome..."
"Oh, it hurts. I don't know why my back hurts so much. If I accidentally eat waste oil, I wonder if it will get inflamed?" Xu Su deliberately showed pain and wailed.
Zhao Yanran looked at him awkwardly, "I'm looking for a big restaurant that won't use gutter oil."
Xu Su started to persuade her again.
"Wife, most wives would say, 'Wait, honey, I'll cook for you right away.' Wife, you see how much I love you and spoil you. You should love me well too. Otherwise, my back will really hurt."
Oh, it hurts like a cramp, I can't stand it.
Zhao Yanran immediately became nervous. "Okay, don't get excited. I'll go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients. What do you want to eat? I'll come back and cook for you."
Xu Su nodded and said, "Be careful on the road. I'll wait for you."
After Zhao Yanran left, Xu Su raised his eyebrows happily.
In Song Lingchen's ward.
Liu Zhiyuan stared at her beloved son with eager eyes, and then asked him if he still felt pain.
Song Lingchen was getting more and more impatient. He could already sit up. He held his chin in his hand and sighed helplessly.
"Why are women so troublesome? Why are they so fragile? What happened to this injury?"
Liu Zhiyuan wanted to be angry and laugh at the same time. She couldn't help complaining,
"Song Lingchen, what kind of freak are you? Why don't you act like a normal kid? Why don't you play by the rules?"
Song Lingchen frowned his handsome little eyebrows and asked seriously, "What are normal children like?"
Liu Zhiyuan began to explain to him,
"Usually, other people's children are around your age. If they encounter something like this, or just fall and break their skin, they'll cry for their mother. They'll cry and beg their mother to hold them and blow on the wound..."
Before she could finish her words, Song Lingchen killed her: "So other people's children are so childish?"
Liu Zhiyuan's forehead was full of black lines, and she opened her mouth, not knowing how to respond.
She really wondered why she gave birth to such an independent and special son.
He was a little genius, yes, but his excessive independence really made her feel a little lost.
She was full of maternal love and was really sad that she had no place to express her maternal love.
However, if Song Lingchen had not been super independent and super talented, he would not have escaped Song Cheng's clutches this time.
When Song Lingchen woke up, she asked him in detail how to delay time and how to be safe.
She was almost stunned as she listened to the doll's calm narration.
She had not expected her son to be so calm and smart. He followed the common sense of survival his father had taught him and got out of danger step by step.
So, her mood at the moment was very complicated, really very complicated.
She really wanted to ask, is it good or bad to have a son who is particularly independent, calm and talented?
Song Lingchen watched his mother stop talking, her face drooping, her head lowered and she sighed. He waved his hand,
"Forget it, forget it, I want to eat porridge."
When Liu Zhiyuan heard this, her eyes immediately flashed, "Okay, okay, I'll feed you."
Although Song Lingchen didn't like the feeling of being fed, he still agreed to let Liu Zhiyuan feed him.
However, his little face was wrinkled into a small bun, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was a little embarrassed.
Liu Zhiyuan was full of maternal love, and finally had the chance to eat. He ate very quickly, spoonful after spoonful.
Song Ling opened the door of the ward and saw such a heartwarming scene. His wife was smiling brightly as she fed her son porridge, seemingly enjoying the process.
His talented son, however, looked embarrassed and ate very quickly, as if he really wanted to end the feeding process.
He stood at the edge and couldn't help but raise his lips. Although the painting was not very beautiful, it had the feeling of home.
Song Lingchen finally finished eating and let out a long sigh.
Liu Zhiyuan put down her bowl and chopsticks, only to see the man approaching. "When did you come? Didn't you go back to the company to handle work?"
Song Ling walked forward with his long legs, lowered his voice, and whispered something delicious in her ear: "Is he the only one in your heart?"
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