Yang Liu, who was standing outside, wanted to die. Listening to the voices inside, she couldn't figure out what the young master and Miss Ling were doing. How could she just barge in like this, and not even notice the young master?
He came privately and interrupted the good things between the two of them.
I wonder if the young master will punish him for all his crimes this time and drive him out of the Feng family!
Ling Chuchu put on her bathrobe in a hurry, not caring about her hair that was still dripping. She quickly walked to the door, hugged Dongdong who was still crying, and said comfortingly, "Dongdong, don't cry, daddy is not hurting you!"
"Mom, I'm afraid!" Dongdong leaned into her arms and finally stopped crying. He grabbed her clothes in fear.
"Don't be afraid, Dongdong, let daddy apologize to you later, okay!" As soon as she finished speaking, a towel was thrown on her head, blocking her sight.
"Yang Liu, take the young master and Doudou to dry your hair! You will catch a cold if you do this. Do you have any common sense?" Feng Xijue strode out of the bathroom and stood facing Zhengsi with a dark face.
On the spot, the girl praying for herself shouted.
"I...I'm going right now!" Yang Liu was startled, and quickly ran to Ling Chuchu's side, hugging Dongdong, but belatedly realized that the young master didn't seem to have any intention of driving her away.
"It seems that I missed a good show! What a pity!" Si Zhehan was also wearing a bathrobe, standing lazily at the door and looking at everyone in the room.
When Feng Xijue saw this, he immediately grabbed Ling Chuchu who was still squatting on the ground, hid her behind him, and said to him unhappily, "Go back up and put on your underwear!"
The smile on Si Zhehan's lips froze. He quickly looked down at his neat bathrobe and asked in confusion, "How do you know I'm not wearing underwear?"
"It's written on your face!"
"..."
"It's just underwear, so what if I don't wear it?"
"I'm afraid my servant here will get pregnant!"
"..." Si Zhehan looked aggrieved. In his eyes, was he so hungry?
"Don't talk nonsense, Dongdong is still here!" Ling Chuchu pulled his bathrobe from behind and poked her little head out, but he forcefully stuffed it back.
"What are you still doing? Go and dry them!" Feng Xijue glared at Yang Liu again, who was standing there stupidly.
"Oh, yes!" Yang Liu glanced at Si Zhehan in fear, quickly hugged Dongdong and left with Doudou.
"..." Si Zhehan watched in depression as Yangliu ran away from him as if he was hiding from a virus. Could it be that he really had the word "beast" written on his face?
"Master, the ginger soup is ready!" The servant Sister Zhang walked into the room respectfully and placed two bowls of ginger soup on the table in the room.
"Where's mine?" Si Zhehan asked immediately, not caring about himself.
"Master Si's is in the guest room, how about I bring it to you?" Sister Zhang carefully asked for his opinion.
"Forget it, I'll go back and drink, and put on my underwear by the way!" After Si Zhehan said that, he turned around and left coolly.
When Sister Zhang went out, she closed the door responsibly.
Feng Xijue handed the ginger soup to Ling Chuchu's hand and said, "Drink it quickly, this thing is only effective if you drink it hot!"
Ling Chuchu took it and drank a few sips. Then she realized that he had been staring at her but he didn't move. She asked in confusion, "Why don't you drink?"
"Ah? Oh! I'm strong, I don't need to drink this stuff, it'll be fine!" Feng Xijue replied with a somewhat unnatural look on his face, but then he sneezed.
"Are you afraid of the smell of ginger and don't dare to drink it?" Ling Chuchu looked at him suspiciously.
"How is that possible?" Feng Xijue immediately retorted, "I want to see you finish drinking before I drink again!"
Ling Chuchu smiled slightly and did not expose him. She picked up the bowl without changing her expression and drank it all in one breath.
"It's your turn!" She put the empty bowl on the table, then picked up his bowl and handed it to him.
"Uh... I'm going to see if Si Zhehan has put on his underwear!" Feng Xijue wanted to run away, but was caught by Ling Chuchu.
"Feng Xijue, please don't be so childish. You won't catch a cold if you drink it!" Ling Chuchu firmly handed the ginger soup bowl to his lips.
"But, it tastes really bad!" Feng Xijue had a sad face, looking as pitiful as a child!
"You...I have a way to prevent you from feeling bad!" After Ling Chuchu finished speaking, she pulled him to sit on a chair, then pinched his nose with one hand and put the soup bowl to his lips with the other hand.
while gesturing for him to drink.
Feng Xijue looked at her encouraging eyes, closed his eyes, finally opened his mouth, and drank the ginger soup in big gulps.
"How is it? It's not hard to drink, isn't it?" Ling Chuchu looked at him with satisfaction and asked.
"It's not bad to drink - that's weird! I will never trust you again!" Feng Xijue quickly picked up the water on the table and took a few sips before suppressing the strong smell of ginger in his mouth.
"Hey, it's not that serious. I'll ignore you. I'm going to see Dongdong!" Ling Chuchu made a face at him, turned to leave, but was caught by him, "Blow dry your hair before going!"
After blow-drying her hair, Feng Xijue asked her to change her clothes again, and then let her go to Dongdong's room. Before she entered the door, she heard Yang Liu's cry from inside, "Young master, stop running away, don't drink."
Ginger soup will make you catch a cold!”
Ling Chuchu pushed the door open and saw Dongdong following Doudou around like a headless fly, while Yang Liu was holding a ginger soup bowl and kept chasing him.
"Dongdong, be careful!" Seeing that Dongdong was about to hit the table, Ling Chuchu quickly ran over, blocked him, and held him in her arms.
"Mom! You're here, I really miss you!" Dongdong immediately hugged her, buried his head on her chest, and breathed in her scent greedily.
"Don't run around like this again. It's very dangerous!" Ling Chuchu hugged him gently and gently stroked his soft hair.
"Well, I understand, I will listen to my mother!" Dongdong raised her little face happily, stretched out her little hand, and kept touching her face.
"Miss Ling, you are here, the young master is willing to drink ginger soup no matter what. I'm afraid he will catch a cold if he doesn't drink it!" Yang Liu squatted on the ground and looked at her helplessly and said.
"Dongdong, why don't you drink ginger soup?" Ling Chuchu gently held his little hand and asked gently.
"I don't like the taste, it's really unpleasant!" Dongdong's face immediately wrinkled up, just like Feng Xijue's appearance just now. Ling Chuchu couldn't help but wonder, is it possible that taste is also inherited?
