Lin Cuiping's face turned pale and she covered her mouth: "I didn't say anything."
Xie Yunshu rolled his eyes at her and said, "Okay, the weather is so cold, you two should get in the car quickly. I have something to discuss with you."
Lin Cuiping showed interest: "Do you have anything else to discuss with me?"
"Not in a hurry." Xie Yunshu got back into the car: "What do you mean by teacher?"
Lin Cuiping glanced at Song Xiaochuan and saw that he lowered his head, his hands nervously clasping the chair. She swallowed back the words she was eager to share: "Nothing, I just want to be a teacher to teach Song Xiaochuan how to cook. You don't know, but your cooking is actually delicious."
Of course, there was no girl in their building who couldn't cook, but Lin Cuiping was an exception.
She can cook, but her cooking is terrible...
Xie Yunshu looked at her strangely, knowing that she was not telling the truth, but he did not expose her. He snorted coldly: "You want your newly opened restaurant to go bankrupt, right?"
Song Xiaochuan, who was sitting next to Lin Cuiping, suddenly relaxed...
Lin Cuiping chuckled: "What exactly do you want to discuss with you? You finally found out that you are a smart one, right?"
Xie Yunshu knew that Song Xiaochuan had just witnessed those tragic past events, and Aunt Song was unconscious, so she didn't want to discuss it in front of him, so she said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
The car drove all the way to the hospital. Song Xiaochuan wanted to go to the hospital to accompany his mother, and Lin Cuiping got out of the car: "Tell your mother to help take care of Aunt Song at night. You won't go back tonight."
She jumped and followed Song Xiaochuan out of the car without any reluctance.
Xie Yunshu frowned and looked at the two figures for a while before speaking: "Chen Subai, do you think there is something wrong with them?"
Lin Cuiping is not such a kind and selfless girl. How could she take the initiative to help take care of Aunt Song?
Is her relationship with Song Xiaochuan too good?
Shen Subai suddenly thought of his brother Tian Hao, and couldn’t help but sighed: “If a man doesn’t fight or compete, he will regret it sooner or later.”
"What do you mean?" Xie Yunshu was a little surprised: "What are you robbing?"
Chen Subai retracted his gaze and fell on her, smiling: "Nothing, wife, do you want to eat the steamed buns at Chengxi Temple tomorrow morning?"
She likes to eat the xiaolongbao from Chengxi Temple, but they live more than ten kilometers away from there!
"Forget it, the rice noodle shop next to our house is also delicious!" Xie Yunshu also winked at him: "Chen Subai, don't tell me that you are going to get up early and drive to buy it."
Shen Subai touched his nose: "No?"
Xie Yunshu sighed: "Husband, it's not easy to make money, let's not be extravagant and wasteful!"
Chen Subai raised his eyebrows: "Then go ask the boss over there if he is interested in opening a branch next to our house."
"Don't people call you crazy?" Xie Yunshu was amused by him. He stretched his arms while sitting in the passenger seat. "I'm so sleepy. It's almost eleven o'clock. I have to discuss sowing discord with Lin Cuiping tomorrow! After that, I have to go to Jingbei..."
She couldn't open her eyes while she was talking.
Shen Subai slowed down the car. It was a quiet and cold winter night. The wind was raging outside the car window, but the car was warm as spring.
When they got home, Shen Subai picked her up, and Xie Yunshu opened her eyes dazedly: "We're home, husband, did you turn on the electric blanket?"
She looked so cute and innocent, Shen Subai couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her: "Isn't it enough to warm your bed?"
Men's body temperature is probably naturally hotter than women's. Shen Subai really likes winter nights. His wife will take the initiative to nestle in his arms without him urging her, hugging him with both hands and feet. That feeling is simply too good.
Xie Yunshu hung his hands around his neck: "Not enough, unless you move more."
The bed was not only warm like spring, but also passionate like fire. Shen Subai's sweat dripped on her face and finally merged together...
In Haicheng Hospital, Lin Cuiping did not feel sleepy at all. She was even full of energy.
The ward where Aunt Song lived was arranged by Lu Zhixing. It was a separate ward, so she was not afraid of disturbing others.
He moved a small stool and sat in front of Song Xiaochuan: "Now you open your mouth with me, and learn to say the word mother first, M ah ma ..."
Song Xiaochuan felt embarrassed, but he didn't want to disappoint her, so he obediently tried to pronounce: "Mom..."
"Very good!" Lin Cuiping gave him a thumbs up: "Song Xiaochuan, you are so awesome, there is no problem at all!"
Song Xiaochuan could hear his own voice, which was different from Lin Cuiping's, but he still smiled because of her praise, and then tried to continue talking: "Mom..."
From one word to two words, from vague and hoarse to clear and magnetic...
Lin Cuiping finally began to feel sleepy. She yawned and said, "Tomorrow you can yell in Aunt Song's ear and she will wake up... No, I'm so sleepy. I'll just lie here and sleep for a while..."
After she finished speaking, she fell asleep immediately.
Song Xiaochuan, however, was not sleepy at all. He looked at Lin Cuiping quietly for a while, then bent down and picked her up easily, and put her on the accompanying bed beside him.
Then he carefully covered her with the quilt, and took it off for her carefully and gently.
There was an unclear sound in his throat, so soft and soft that it was almost inaudible. He called her name again: "Lin Cuiping..."
Still unclear, this time it sounds like Li Crispy...
Lin Cuiping knew nothing about it. She turned over in bed and said vaguely, "Song Xiaochuan, you can talk..."
Song Xiaochuan's heart seemed to be hit suddenly, and suddenly it tightened again...
His dark grape-like eyes looked at her messy hair caused by turning over, and he stretched out his slender fingers uncontrollably.
But it was just brushing past her ear and cheek, not really touching her. He liked her so much, so he knew in his heart that he and she were not a good match.
Even if he could speak, so what?
She deserves a better man, like Tian Hao, or like Shen Subai, a healthy, capable and competent man, a husband with a sound and harmonious family.
What's more, she didn't like him. Her kindness to him was limited to treating him as a younger brother and pitying him.
Song Xiaochuan would say that he likes her, but he can't say it, doesn't want to say it, and doesn't dare to say it.
He never expected to develop any other relationship with Lin Cuiping. As for dating or even getting married, he felt vulgar and despicable even thinking about it.
She was so good and warm, he just wanted to get closer to her, make delicious food for her, and be nicer to her until she found a boyfriend she loved, and then he would watch her be happy silently.
This was enough, even if he was just a friend or a little brother in her heart, and could accompany her for a while, he would be content and would not expect more.
Song Xiaochuan tidied the quilt for her again, then turned to see his mother on the hospital bed.
He held her hand and tried to call softly in her ear: "Mom, Mom..."
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