Lying on the bed, Ning Xiaotong stroked her chest and felt the strong beating.
Tossing and turning in my mind, what passed through my mind was his handsome figure, delicate eyebrows, and charming smile.
Alas, I obviously said it was going to end, even said such indifferent words, but why, every time, I still couldn't help but do some childish actions to give him hope again?
But she couldn't let go of his injury.
Sighing, she rested for a while, got up from the bed, and started preparing porridge for the evening.
The process of making medicinal porridge is extremely troublesome. You must always stay in front of the stove and watch the heat.
In this way, the medicinal materials mixed in the porridge can be effective.
In the evening, I arrived at the Mid-Levels Villa as scheduled, and it was still Mother Zhao who was guarding the door.
His eyes casually passed over the villa, and as expected, there was no sign of that person.
Passing the porridge to Zhao's mother, Zhao's mother quickly took it and pretended not to care and said, "Sir is not at home at the moment."
Ning Xiaotong responded instinctively, "Oh."
Only when he finished speaking did he realize that something was wrong, as if he had come specifically to see him, he smiled sheepishly at Mother Zhao, "It doesn't matter if he is here or not, just help me watch him drink porridge on time."
The mood was not as exciting as when I arrived, but instead revealed a bit of loneliness.
But, when I really have to face it myself, I don’t know how to decide.
As always, twice a day, Ning Xiaotong would deliver the prepared medicinal porridge to the villa in the middle of the mountain, and then take a taxi back.
Of course, sometimes, nourishing medicinal soup is given.
In short, during this period, the gifts were different every day.
Based on her experience in the rain last time, she asked the driver several times to stop and wait for her.
One day, Ning Xiaotong couldn't help her curiosity and asked Zhao's mother, "Did he tell me how the porridge I cooked was like and whether it was to his liking?"
Zhao Ma shook her head, "Sir, he never mentioned it."
Ning Xiaotong responded lightly, then turned around and walked outside as usual.
Zhao's mother watched Ning Xiaotong's figure disappear before turning and entering the house.
Convey Ning Xiaotong’s question just now to Huangfu Lin.
Huangfu Lin was helpless after hearing this. In fact, he was waiting for her to ask herself.
He waved his hand to signal Zhao Ma to go down. It has become a habit to stay at the mountainside villa at this time every day.
Because I know that person will bring me porridge.
Sometimes, Huangfu Lin is still very grateful to the person who stabbed him. If he hadn't been injured, he would never have received such good treatment.
In the evening, Ning Xiaotong came to deliver porridge to Huangfu Lin as promised.
Zhao's mother finally asked what she had been holding in for many days, "Xiaotong, you work so hard, aren't you tired of running around every day?"
Ning Xiaotong nodded, "I'm tired."
"Then why don't you live here? Besides, my husband also hopes that you will stay." Zhao Ma said slowly after considering it.
Every day when he looked at Ning Xiaotong, Huangfu Lin's eyes showed undisguised light and hope, and he never missed it.
Ning Xiaotong forced a smile, "It's not very convenient."
In fact, it's not that it's inconvenient, but that I don't know how to face him.
Last time, the atmosphere between the two of them in the car was very good and relaxed.
But when I got off the bus, it seemed like I was back to the starting point.
There will definitely be people who say that they are monopolizing Huangfu Lin's love and selfishly enjoying his efforts.
Actually otherwise, there is no fairness in love.
Who is right and who is wrong, who pays and who doesn't, are all relative concepts.