Song Fei'er also noticed and said happily: "Okay, Ninth Brother. Miss Lan, I will trouble you to take care of Ninth Brother tonight."
That arrogant look and proud posture seemed to be saying: Look, Brother Ninth feels sorry for me, hum!
Lan Xixi watched her walking away, her heart felt like a big, hard stone was stuck in her heart, she was depressed and her breathing was not smooth.
The air is quite quiet.
After a long time, Bo Zhanye saw that she was still there, with no intention of taking care of the patient, and sneered coldly:
"Why, Bo Xilang always cares about me when he comes home late, but he acts so coldly when I'm sick?"
Yin and Yang are strange, and the ending sound is rising.
Lan Xixi was startled, why did she care about Bo Xilang? Besides, he had Miss Song caring about him, so why did she need to care about him?
Even though she didn't dare to talk back, there might be eyes behind her, so she stepped forward:
"You're overthinking. I just said a casual greeting before. You were sick, and I was so worried that I almost cried. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to the supermarket alone to buy millet to make porridge at home, and then rushed here all night."
She didn't want to conflict with him and was worried about being monitored, so she deliberately said it was hard.
Bo Zhanye listened to his ears, and a flash of deep understanding flashed across his black eyes. Immediately, the cold air around him dissipated, and he lifted his lips:
"Come here and feed me some porridge."
What? Feed him? Is he still a child?
Keeping her here is indeed torturing her.
However, as Lan Jiao, she is definitely happy to do such a thing.
Lan Xixi couldn't help but smile, "Yeah, okay."
She stepped forward, put down the porridge in her hands, and took Song Feier's porridge.
"Here you go," the man ordered in a low voice.
Lan Xixi frowned and looked at him in surprise: "Didn't you say that medicinal porridge is good for your stomach?"
Bo Zhanye raised his lips: "Why, are you willing to be loyal to me and eat food cooked by other women?"
"..." What is Le Zhong? Is this something she can decide?
Not wanting to say more to him, she still opened Song Feier's thermos box:
"The medicinal porridge is good for your stomach, so just drink the medicinal porridge. I happen to be a little hungry, so I'll eat it later."
As she said that, she scooped up a spoonful and habitually tested the temperature with her mouth to make sure it was not hot before feeding it to his mouth.
Her movements are meticulous and natural, and every move reveals the tenderness and thoughtfulness of a woman.
This will only happen if you have taken care of children.
Bo Zhanye looked at her and felt for the first time that being fed was not a waste, but enjoyment.
One bite at a time, he ate everything she fed.
After Lan Xixi fed her a few mouthfuls, she realized how intimate the movements were now and that there was always a special atmosphere flowing in the air.
She opened her mouth to find a topic: "Today I met Jiang Yanran in the club. She was being chased for debt and was helpless. I rescued her and used your card to help her pay back 100,000."
Bo Zhanye raised his eyebrows: "Do you know her?"
"I don't know her. The person asked her name at that time. I only found out after asking. Because of this, Jiang Yanran guessed that I was not Lan Jiao, but she is a very nice person and we agreed not to tell her name."
Lan Xixi instinctively trusts Jiang Yanran.
But Bo Zhanye caught some information and looked at her deeply: "You have been exposed."
Just as the porridge was finished, Lan Xixi's palms trembled: "What do you mean?"
Exposed?
Does it mean her identity?
Bo Zhanye nodded: "Well, if someone set up tonight's game, then everything that happens in the club should be under their surveillance. It is inappropriate for you to ask Jiang Yanran's name."