She didn't stick her head out until she heard his footsteps.
"Are you still going out?" Song Wenxin couldn't help asking, it's getting late, does he still have to go to work
"Why, you don't want me to go?" Jiang Beihan stopped and raised his eyebrows to look at her with interest.
"I'm just a little afraid of being quiet. It's okay. I'll watch TV." Song Wenxin pursed her lips and said.
Hearing this, Jiang Beihan didn't say anything, then turned around and left the bedroom.
Song Wenxin felt a little disappointed.
After a while, Jiang Beihan walked in with a notebook, then sat on the chair beside the bed, put the notebook on his lap, and worked hard.
"I'll always be here, you just stay here and don't move around." Jiang Beihan looked at her, and suddenly said softly.
This woman is too restless, in order to take a good look at him, he can only sit here and stare at her.
Seeing this, Song Wenxin couldn't help smiling, then nodded, and lay obediently under the quilt.
...
Jiang Beihan held another video conference in the bedroom, this time talking about yes.
Song Wenxin, who had never been very interested in English, fell asleep listening to it.
Until the doorbell rang, she subconsciously prepared to lift the quilt to open the door.
Jiang Beihan glanced at her, "Don't move, I'll go!"
After speaking, he put down the computer and got up to open the door.
Song Wenxin heard some conversations, as if the waiter was delivering dinner.
After a while, Jiang Beihan returned to the bedroom after dinner.
The fragrance of food drifted past, but Song Wenxin didn't have much appetite.
Jiang Beihan brought over a bowl of porridge and put it on the bedside table.
"Are you eating by yourself, or shall I feed you?" He looked down at the bowl of porridge, and then asked Song Wenxin.
"I don't want to eat..." Song Wenxin shook her head, her head was still dizzy and she had no appetite.
"Shall I feed you?" Jiang Beihan raised his eyebrows and asked immediately.
"I have no appetite..." Song Wenxin thought he didn't understand her, so he explained it again.
She really has no appetite... doesn't want to eat!
But Jiang Beihan didn't seem to have heard her, and picked up the bowl of porridge on his own.
"Sit up and eat a little!" His eyes stopped on her face, and he said in an irrefutable tone.
Even if you are sick, you can't eat nothing! This will cause stomach problems!
...
Song Wenxin bit her lip, seeing his serious expression, sat up unconsciously.
She felt more and more that Jiang Beihan seemed to regard her as his daughter...
When she is sick and doesn't want to eat, her parents and brother will do the same, let her eat a little!
...
Seeing her sitting up, Jiang Beihan scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, put it to his lips to test the temperature, and then handed it to her mouth.
Although his movements are not proficient, even a little unnatural... However, the handsome Jiang Beihan, even doing this movement, seems to have a magical power, attracting Song Wenxin's attention.
Song Wenxin stared at him for a few seconds, then opened his mouth and swallowed the light porridge.
After she swallowed the porridge slowly, Jiang Beihan fed her another spoonful.
After doing this several times, Song Wenxin ate half the bowl of porridge.
"I don't want to eat." Song Wenxin said helplessly.
She was already very reluctant to eat that little thing.