Chapter 338 Depend on Her
Song Ling finally couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and stood up: "Since you invite me so kindly, I will force myself to eat a little."
Shang Wufang almost laughed out loud.
He suppressed his smile, got up, went to the kitchen, and brought out another set of bowls and chopsticks and placed them in front of Song Ling.
Song Ling started eating without hesitation.
The crab roe bun was really hot and juicy, so she ate it very carefully.
Still the same taste, so delicious!
Shang Wufang took her to this crab bun shop. She fell in love with it after eating there once, and the two of them often went there to eat together.
After the breakup, she never went there again.
Shang Wufang bought eight crab roe buns. She ate four of them and drank a bowl of beef vermicelli soup. Her stomach was bloated.
After eating, she wanted to clean up, but Shang Wufang pushed her away and cleaned the table himself.
Song Ling pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.
There were several messages on her phone about work.
She glanced at Shang Wufang and went to the study.
An hour passed in this busy procession.
I thought Shang Wufang should go back.
When I came out, I saw someone lying on the sofa, watching a variety show that she hadn't finished watching.
"Why didn't you leave?"
Song Ling blurted out.
Shang Wufang raised his eyelids and glanced at her.
"Do you have a stomachache?"
Song Ling was stunned for a moment and shook her head.
Shang Wufang: "My stomach feels uncomfortable, I need to lie down for a while."
"I thought there was something wrong with the crab roe buns or the vermicelli soup. If you're not feeling unwell, then there's something wrong with what I ate at noon."
"The restaurant my secretary booked for me must be unclean."
"I'll have to talk about him tomorrow."
Song Ling: “…”
Shang Wu rolled half a circle on the sofa and almost fell off, then he rolled back.
“Uncomfortable…”
Song Ling: "Stop pretending, get up and go home."
Shang Wufang looked at her pitifully:
"I'm not pretending. I really feel bad. If you don't believe me, come over and touch me."
Song Ling rolled her eyes speechlessly: "I'm not Xiaoyou. I don't have that ability. I can tell if you are pretending to be sick just by touching you."
"I really wasn't pretending."
Song Ling thought that this person was going to rely on her today.
"Shang Wufang, whether you are pretending or not, go home."
Shang Wufang: "How can I go home like this? I could easily get into a car accident."
"Song Ling, come here and help me rub it."
"It should feel better if you rub it."
Song Ling scolded: "Rubbing your belly? Shang Wufang, where's your face?"
Shameless stinky man!
Pushing further!
Shang Wufang: "Forget it, don't be mean to me, just let me lie down for a while, it will be fine after just lying down."
Song Ling couldn't do anything about this guy, so she went back to her room and closed the door.
After playing with her cell phone in the room for a while, she walked to the door to listen to the noise outside. She didn't know whether Shang Wufang had left.
It was quiet outside, not even the sound of the TV.
She opened the door and went out.
Shang Wufang was still lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
She walked over and pushed him twice.
Shang Wufang opened his dark eyes and looked at her: "What's wrong?"
Song Ling: "You should go home."
Shang Wufang clutched his stomach and said, "I still feel bad."
Song Ling gritted her teeth: "How long are you going to lie down?"
"I don't know. I can't leave like this now. Don't worry, I'll leave when I feel better."
"Can you get me a glass of water?"
Song Ling stared at him for a while, then turned around and poured him a glass of water.
Shang Wufang took it and said, "Thank you!"
After drinking a glass of water, he put the glass on the coffee table.
"I feel a little uncomfortable. Can I use the bathroom in your house? The bathroom outside will do."
"Don't you have a stomachache? How do you wash? Can you stand up?"
Shang Wufang looked up: "There's no other way. It's uncomfortable if I don't wash. How about you help me wash it?"
Song Ling glared at him: "Rogue!"
Shang Wufang: "I've served you so many times before, it's okay for you to help me."
Song Ling's face flushed red.
Thinking of those nights, after finishing, Shang Wufang carried her to take a shower.
My face was burning hot.
"Shang Wufang, we've broken up now, why are you bringing that up? Shame on you!"
Shang Wufang pursed his lips and said, "Forget it, I'll wash it myself."
He sat up, pretending to hold his stomach and go to the bathroom.
Song Ling glared at his back fiercely.
At this moment the cell phone rang in the bedroom.
She went inside and picked up the phone.
It's the home phone.
"mom."
"Lingling, where are you?"
"At home."
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"I've eaten, how about you guys?"
"We've eaten too. Lingling, what have you thought about what I told you last time?"
"What?"
"You didn't listen to me. Didn't I tell you to find a boyfriend as soon as possible?"
"I'm looking, but there's nothing suitable."
"Lingling, our neighbor, Old Zhang, has a distant relative whose son lives in Xuancheng. He's a university teacher. I've seen his photo. He's good-looking and has a respectable job. Would you like to meet him?"
"Let's talk about it later. I'm very busy recently and don't have time."
"No matter how busy you are, just make time for a meal to meet. It won't take up much of your time."
"Mom, I'm going on a business trip soon."
There was silence for a moment: "Lingling, why are you resisting finding a boyfriend?"
Song Ling: "I don't, but I don't have that idea right now."
"But you're not a kid anymore. I didn't push you before, but now you're 27, it's time to think about it."
"Lingling, tell me honestly, do you have someone you like? Is he a married man?"
Song's mother felt that there was something wrong with her daughter not having a boyfriend, and guessed that she had someone she liked but didn't dare tell them. She believed that this person had a problem and was probably a married man.
Song Ling was very upset, not knowing why her mother made such a guess.
"Mom, no, don't guess."
Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from outside: "Song Ling, pass me a towel."
Mother Song: “…”
She heard it, and it was clearly a man's voice.
Hand over the towel...
Her daughter is living with someone?
"Lingling, who is it? Who do you live with?"
Song Ling didn't expect Shang Wufang to shout like that.
Now, it’s not clear enough to explain.
"Mom, I'm hanging up now. I'll explain to you later."
"Lingling..."
Song Ling quickly hung up the phone and went to Shang Wufang angrily to settle the score.
"Song Ling, there are no towels in the bathroom. Please pass me one."
Shang Wufang was still shouting.
Song Ling didn't want to care about him, but she couldn't stop him from coming out. She had to settle the score with him.
She turned back to the room, got a new towel, and handed it to him through the crack in the door.
Shang Wufang came out of the shower and saw Song Ling standing at the bathroom door, looking at him gloomily.
He was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Ling raised her foot and kicked him several times on the legs, forcing Shang Wufang to dodge everywhere.
"What are you doing?"
Song Ling yelled, "Who told you to yell so loudly? I was on the phone with my mom, and she misunderstood what you said. How can I explain this to her?"
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