Mu Shicang walked in carrying an exquisite insulated lunch box. When he saw the porridge in Ling Xiao's hand, his eyes narrowed, but when he saw Yang Shushu's hand blocking the way, the corners of his mouth curled up again.
"Awake? I asked someone to make some hangover soup. Drink it first."
Yang Shushu rubbed her head and watched him stand on the other side of the bed, slowly pour out the hangover soup, and then bring it to her.
She looked around and reached out to take the sobering soup handed to her by Mu Shicang. At this time, the porridge in Ling Xiao's hand was left aside, steaming alone. He lowered his eyes, not feeling embarrassed, but just a little sad and lonely.
Mu Shicang, however, was like a victorious peacock, his whole face full of joy: "Come, Shushu, I'll feed you."
The temperature of the soup was just right, and Yang Shushu drank it in one gulp. When she heard his words, she looked up blankly: "What? What are you feeding me? Are you eating a bowl?"
Mu Shicang: “…” Why is his wife always so tough? Can’t she let him show off a little?
Ling Xiao: "..." This scene is inexplicably refreshing.
"Mr. Ling, don't you work?" Mu Shicang started to chase people away.
"It's the weekend today." Ling Xiao smiled gently, but still stood up: "Shushu, try not to drink alcohol in the future and take care of yourself. Mr. Mu is busy with work and may not be able to take care of you. If you need any help, please feel free to come to me. No matter what, I am still your big brother."
Yang Shushu was stunned. This didn't sound right, but the rest of the sentence made sense. She could only nod blankly: "Oh, okay."
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