Children from native families always hope that their biological parents can be together beautifully.
Even adults cannot escape this law.
Song Yiqing immediately expressed her position: "Why not send it? Maybe this is a good opportunity for them to communicate their feelings!"
Fang Huaian showed a row of white teeth, and it would be no exaggeration for him to say that Song Yiqing was a roundworm in his stomach.
"Okay, I'll send it tomorrow."
The two were lying on the bed, and Fang Huaian naturally held her in his arms.
She rested her head on his arm, found a position, and fell asleep.
Late at night, the wind rustled the tree trunks, and the cold current brought the cold air northward, causing the outdoor temperature to drop to its lowest point.
Winter has officially arrived.
In the hazy moment, Fang Huaian entered the nightmare again.
He seemed to be back in the room where Song Yiqing was kidnapped that day.
Same scene, same characters.
But this time, he was not so lucky to arrive in time. Song Yiqing's neck was strangled purple and blue, and Hu Er stopped his hand.
Song Yiqing's body slipped to the ground and she was no longer breathing.
Every frame and scene in the dream is like reality.
Huge fear enveloped him, making it difficult to breathe.
His body stiffened, and he felt like his throat was being strangled by someone else, and his heart was being ripped out at the same time.
Calls came from a distant place, waking him up from his dream.
He was covered in cold sweat, opened his eyes, and sat up straight.
Song Yiqing was sleeping when she suddenly felt that the person holding her was stiff and shivering.
She probably guessed that he was having a nightmare, so she called his name again and again to wake him up from his dream.
When Fang Huaian saw the intact Song Yiqing sitting in front of him, he held him in his arms with lingering fear, and kept kissing her cheek as if he were a treasure.
Song Yiqing stroked his back: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."
This sentence seemed to have magic power, and it quickly calmed down his anxious mood.
His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his lips were dry.
"I'll get you a glass of water."
Song Yiqing turned around and went downstairs to pour water. Before she could go downstairs, she saw a sneaky figure at the top of the stairs.
When she was about to get closer, the figure suddenly disappeared.
She and Luo Tiegen were the only two rooms upstairs occupied. Could it be that someone else had moved in during her absence?
This possibility is extremely slim.
She frowned. She had cleared away all the restless people in the Luo family. The sudden appearance of a figure made her uneasy again.
In the kitchen, she hurriedly poured a glass of water and carried it upstairs.
Fang Huaian fell asleep again, but his cheeks had a distinctive blush.
Song Yiqing reached out her hand and touched it. It was so hot.
He has a fever!
Apart from being accidentally injured by others, this was the first time she had seen Fang Huaian fall ill, who was as strong as an ox.
She woke him up softly: "Huai'an, drink some water and go to sleep."
Fang Huaian's eyes were blurry, he opened his mouth in response, and drank a large glass of water.
Song Yiqing originally wanted to give him some fever-reducing medicine, but considering that he was in good physical condition and that fever was an upgrading of his immune system, he chose physical fever-reducing medicine.
She specially went upstairs, chose a bottle of high-concentration liquor, and wiped his neck and armpits.
After working for a long time, Fang Huaian's temperature dropped.
She looked at the time and saw that it was already 2 o'clock in the morning.
My arm ached, so I squeezed it gently, lay beside him, and fell asleep peacefully.
As she expected, Fang Huaian got up refreshed early the next morning.
Song Yiqing woke up, but her mental state was not good. There was a big black spot under her eyes, and she obviously lacked sleep.
"You can sleep a little longer, I'm not busy today."
Song Yiqing shook her head, stretched out, lifted the quilt, and changed out of her pajamas.
I washed my face with cold water and felt a little more awake.
It was already past breakfast time, but Luo Tiegen specially ordered to leave food for them.
Song Yiqing held the cup, drank a glass of hot milk, and barely ate a piece of bread.
Luo Tiegen sat opposite her, watching her eat in an orderly manner, opening and closing her small mouth, as if he had something to say to her.
Song Yiqing took the initiative to find a topic: "Don't you have to go to school today?"
"today is Saturday!"
"Then your Uncle Zuo didn't take you to study?"
"I asked for leave from Uncle Zuo, and I have something to tell you!"
Song Yiqing silently observed his expression, with a smile on his lips and beaming eyebrows. It didn't seem to be a bad thing.
She patted the crumbs on her hands and said, "Go on, I'm listening."
"Have you finished eating?"
"Finished."
"I have prepared many good things for you! Come and take a look."
He rushed off the chair, took her hand and took her to the warehouse.
Fang Huaian was also very curious and followed their footsteps.
The warehouse was organized by Song Yiqing and stored some of the Luo family's property in categories, including but not limited to antique calligraphy and paintings, famous ceramics, famous cigarettes and wines.
Next to these priceless things, there are many cardboard boxes, large and small, that are incompatible with the things next to them.
Luo Tiegen brought her to the box as if he was offering a treasure, opened one and said, "Auntie, look!"
What a guy! There are ginsengs as thick as your wrists lying neatly inside!
I opened another one, with large ganoderma flowers, and piled them together as if they were free.
Song Yiqing had already guessed that these boxes contained precious medicinal materials.
The quality of these medicinal materials is very good, and the corresponding prices are amazing.
She, a young lady who is accustomed to the world, couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
By purchasing so many medicinal materials at one time, it can be seen that Luo Tiegen spent a lot of money.
"Auntie, I gave these to you! Are you happy?"
As a doctor, of course she is happy when she sees good medicinal materials.
But as his aunt, these medicinal materials cost a lot of money, and she felt a little sad.
How should she tactfully tell Luo Tiegen that these are powerful medicinal herbs and she doesn't need them?
After hesitating for a while, she reluctantly said: "Happy."
After all, this was Luo Tiegen's intention, and she couldn't refute his face.
"Why did you suddenly think of sending medicinal materials to your aunt?"
Luo Tiegen looked proud: "I saw that you gave Grandma Zuo a lot of medicinal materials to replenish her body that day, so I wanted to give you some. You should also take a good tonic!"
His starting point is good, but after taking all these supplements, he may not be able to stop the nosebleeds.
"My aunt appreciates your kindness. But I'm afraid I'll get angry after eating so many supplements."
"Will you get angry?"
Obviously, this involves Luo Tiegen's knowledge blind spot.
He only knows how to use medicinal materials to replenish the body, but does not understand the principle of having the opposite effect.
Song Yiqing patiently explained to him: "The more of anything, the better. Tonic should be combined with one's own constitution and the amount should be controlled."