It was already afternoon when Song Yiyi woke up again.
She was still forcibly awakened.
"Yiyi, eat something before going to sleep."
There is a clear and pleasant voice and a familiar accent in my ears.
Song Yiyi slowly opened her eyes and met Cen Yue's narrow and deep eyes, with a hint of wariness in her eyes.
Cen Yue accurately captured her emotions and his grip on the bowl tightened for a moment.
He turned and put the bowl down.
Song Minghui, with a red slap mark on his face, put a pillow behind her and said, "Yiyi, get up slowly. Lean on Ah Yue and don't push yourself too hard."
He tried to keep his tone gentle, glancing at his daughter's face from time to time.
Like observing something.
There was a hint of provocation in the cautiousness.
Song Yiyi tilted her head slightly, curled her lips towards Song Minghui, and said softly: "Tang, thank you, Dad."
This time.
Song Minghui and Cen Yue were both stunned.
This tone...
Strange yet familiar and well-behaved.
Cen Yue took the lead, supported Song Yiyi with his arms from behind, and slowly lifted her up.
Wait until Song Yiyi sits down.
Cen Yue took the bowl, scooped a spoonful of millet porridge, blew it cool, and brought it to her mouth, "Drink slowly."
When the spoon was about to touch her mouth.
Song Yiyi subconsciously turned her head away.
The ward was quiet for a moment.
"I can do it myself."
Song Yiyi's expression was calm, but the tone she used when speaking to Cen Yue was inexplicably distant and polite.
Song Minghui also didn't understand what was going on.
He could only try to smooth things over: "Ahem, Ah Yue, how about I do it?"
Cen Yue's eyes darkened for a moment, then hid his expression. "Tuo."
He handed the bowl to Song Minghui, walked to the end of the bed, bent down and massaged Song Yiyi's legs bit by bit.
The doctor told her that if she kept sleeping, she should massage her legs more often to prevent blood clots.
Cen Yue's hand touched her calf through the thin quilt.
Song Yiyi subconsciously wanted to escape again.
But this time, Cen Yue reacted faster than her. He pressed it firmly and started massaging.
Song Yiyi pursed her lips, her expression not very happy.
Song Minghui was almost suspicious of others.
How come the mother and daughter in his family are completely different people after giving birth to their child?
Although I have heard Song Wei say some advanced views before.
For example, after a woman gives birth, her hormone levels drop, which can seriously affect her mood.
It's easy to feel depressed.
Or maybe you just don't want to pay attention to anyone.
But can hormones affect you to the point where you don’t even recognize your husband?
Like looking at a stranger.
Song Minghui still found it difficult to accept.
"Yiyi, come and have some porridge."
Song Minghui scooped a spoonful of porridge, but before he handed it to Song Yiyi's mouth, the door of the ward opened again.
The one who came in was Gu Chengze.
He had just gone to get some water when he opened the door and found Song Yiyi awake. He walked over and asked, "Yiyi, how do you feel?"
Little Tuanzi was sleeping, and Gu Cheng deliberately lowered his voice, his face full of concern.
From the moment Gu Chengze came in, Song Yiyi had been staring at him without blinking.
Her eyes were straight and she showed no disguising.
Cen Yue's handsome face was covered with a layer of frosty coldness.
"That's a lot, brother."
Song Yiyi's voice is soft and tender.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the ward almost lost their composure.
Gu Chengze was also stunned for a moment.
Ever since marrying Cen Yue, Song Yiyi has always called him "big brother" and has rarely called him "brother" again.
Song Yiyi seemed not to feel the strange atmosphere. She patted the bedside and said, "Dad, I want my brother to feed me. Brother, come over here, hiss..."
The hand that had been placed on her leg suddenly lost its strength.
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