Chapter 562: After eating the orange peeled by my brother, you can’t be angry anymore

Jian Jie came out of the kitchen and happened to see the two of them entering the door.

Although the two behaved intimately, their son's face was colder than the weather outside, while the little girl lowered her head, looking like she had done something wrong.

Jian Jie walked towards the two of them, "What's wrong?"

Lu Hanyao let go of the person in his arms and let out a sigh of relief, "Mom, let the servant cook a bowl of ginger soup, it should be thicker."

Only then did Jian Jie see that Su Zhi was not wearing a coat and the cotton slippers on her feet were also covered with mud.

She hurriedly said, "Ayao, take Zhizhi to change his slippers, don't get your feet wet."

"Um."

Seeing the little girl hanging her head, Jian Jie was secretly amused, "Zhizhi, go to the sofa to sit for a while. Aunt Jie asked someone to cook ginger soup to help you get rid of the cold."

Su Zhi whispered: "Thank you Aunt Jie."

Jian Jie thoughtfully rubbed her head, "It's okay, you just came to the capital, so it's normal that you are not used to it."

Lu Hanyao took the man to change his slippers.

When I bent down to hold my slippers, I saw the little girl's cell phone in her hand and vaguely guessed something.

"Have you called your mom?"

Su Zhi pursed the corners of her lips tightly.

"Are you angry?"

Lu Hanyao bent over to look at her. Their faces were close. When he spoke, Su Zhi smelled a faint tobacco smell.

"Brother is because he is too worried about you. Your body is weak. What if he gets frostbite in his lungs?"

Su Zhi felt wronged, "It's not your fault. You didn't tell me in advance that you were going to come here for dinner."

Lu Hanyao chuckled, "Well, blame me, my brother was wrong."

Su Zhi turned her head, changed into clean slippers, and turned to walk towards the living room.

Lu Hanyao rubbed his forehead and took his slippers to change into it.

When she walked to the sofa, Su Zhi found that she was still wearing a man's coat.

She was about to take off her coat when Jian Jie's voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Zhizhi, this shawl is for you."

Su Zhi turned around and looked at Jian Jie who was walking with a shawl, and her face felt warm.

Jian Jie took off her coat with a natural expression, "The clothes are covered with water, and the shawl was newly bought by my aunt and has not been worn yet."

When she heard that the shawl was new, Su Zhi subconsciously refused, "No need, Aunt Jie, I'm not cold."

Jian Jie directly helped her put on the shawl, "Wear it, you have to compete tomorrow, be careful, there will be no mistakes."

"Thank you, Aunt Jie."

"If you say thank you, I almost hear calluses in my ears."

Lu Hanyao walked over and sat on the sofa with two long legs stretched out.

Jian Jie pretended not to see that the two of them had awkwardly, picked up the coat on the sofa, "Ayao, please sit with Zhizhi for a while, I'll help you bake the coat and see if the ginger soup is cooked."

"Um."

The sofa in the living room is in an l-shaped shape, Lu Hanyao is sitting in the middle of the sofa, and Su Zhi is sitting on the short sofa.

There was a fruit on the coffee table. Lu Hanyao took an orange casually and looked at her while peeling it, "Why are you doing sitting so far? I'm afraid I'll bite you?"

Su Zhi didn't say anything, obviously she was still angry about what happened before.

An orange peeled quickly, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the orange peel.

Lu Hanyao stood up and walked up to her, handing her the peeled orange.

Su Zhi was already a little hungry, and looking at the golden orange flesh, she couldn't resist her greed.

This season is the market for oranges. The orange gravy is abundant, so it is sweet to the heart after taking a bite.

"You can't get angry anymore after eating the oranges that my brother peeled."

"It doesn't count if you spit it out."

Su Zhi held half of the orange meat in her mouth, and could not spit it out or swallow it.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!