The next second, the two people tacitly understood each other, one throwing a pillow and the other picking up the quilt.
"The door is not locked, I came in."
"Grandma, come in."
When Old Mrs. Song saw the two people lying on the bed watching TV, she instantly smiled.
"I made the soup tonight. How about trying it, Yanyan?"
Shi Yan hesitated. She was afraid that the tonic soup sent by Old Lady Song at this time might have some other meaning.
"Grandma, Shiyan has had stomach discomfort lately and can't eat anything too greasy."
“It’s not greasy, it’s very refreshing.”
Song Yuchen stretched out his long hand and easily snatched the thing from the old lady's hand, "She doesn't want to drink."
"Hey you little bastard!"
The old lady looked at Shi Yan again and saw that she was not happy. She understood and said, "Since Yan Yan doesn't like it, don't drink it."
When Shi Yan heard the old lady say this, and then heard her say that she had been busy for several hours to make the soup, she suddenly felt sorry for her.
She stood up and took the soup from Song Yuchen's hand, "Give it to me, I can drink it."
Seeing her frown, Song Yuchen said firmly, "She doesn't want to drink."
Old Mrs. Song looked aggrieved and was about to leave with the soup.
"Song Yuchen, don't talk to grandma like that. I can drink."
Old Mrs. Song blinked her eyes, looking very innocent.
She doesn't have any bad intentions, she just wants to hold her grandson in advance!
Shi Yan came over to take it, but Song Yuchen didn't give her the chance at all. He just drank the soup in one gulp.
Old Mrs. Song cried out, "My eldest grandson, if you keep nourishing yourself like this, it will kill you!"
Shi Yan frowned. She didn't expect Song Yuchen to drink it!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
