Until he came out of Ji Mansion, Bai Ling was still confused, but he felt at ease.
Her hand was held by Jing Che. Bai Ling glanced down, blinked, opened his lips slightly and asked, "Can I make trouble now?"
When asked this question, the little girl lowered her head slightly, her small earlobes glowing a light pink.
This was probably the first time I asked Brother Jingche such a question, so I was embarrassed.
Jing Che was stunned for a moment before he remembered what he had said to Bai Ling in Ji's Mansion before. With a faint smile in the corner of his eyes, he lightly opened his thin lips and said, "Okay."
The lark jumped for joy and boldly shook his hand. Jing Che's hand was very heavy, and he had to cooperate with her so that the lark could swing back and forth vigorously. She shook it for a while, then raised her little face happily and said: "It's great, let's play..."
Jing Che stretched out his hand to tuck the hair that had brushed the corner of her mouth behind her ears, and said warmly: "You have worked hard, are you tired?"
"It's okay."
Bai Ling shook his hand again, very innocently and childishly, but he just thought it was fun.
Jing Che indulged her and asked her, "What do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you."
The little stutterer named several dishes, and Jing Che said "hmm" and took her back to buy the ingredients.
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At that time, Wen Zhigu waited for Lord Ji and others to see Ji Xubai before carrying the soup into the palace.
There was a lamp on in the hall, and little Jane was standing by the bed, looking at her unconscious father eagerly.
Ji Xubai was still in a coma, which was expected by Wen Zhiyou, but she still couldn't help but bring the hot soup over. Seeing that Ji Xubai didn't wake up, Wen Zhiyou sighed and Let Xiao Jian drink the soup first.
"Red bean balls." Wen Jian looked at the soup and announced the name.
Wen nodded knowingly, "Your father was clamoring for food, but he is still asleep now. Xiao Jian, please eat."
Wen Jian took a bite and muttered strangely: "Daddy loves sweets."
In the perception of Wen Jian's children, shouldn't only children like to eat sweets
Wen Zhiyu was sitting by the bed, lowering his head to tuck Ji Xubai into bed. When he heard Wen Jian's words, he glanced at the pale Ji Xubai lying on the bed and spat out a sentence in a leisurely manner. : "Because your father is hypocritical."
Wen Jian was stunned for a while before she realized what her mother meant. She lowered her head and sipped the soup while snickering.
Wen Zhigu pretended not to know anything.
"Mom, will daddy really be okay?" After Wen Jian came back from school, she had obviously heard from Mr. Ji about daddy's situation, but now her daddy covered her with the quilt and refused to lift it to see, Wen Jian was still There is quite an element of hesitation.
"Do you remember that little sister Qingzhi was poisoned and unconscious before? Little sister Qingzhi was cured by this young lady Bai Ling. She is amazing. This time she also cured your father's legs. They just need a good nurse. the process of."
After hearing what her mother said, Wen Jian nodded, indicating that she understood.
In his heart, he was also very grateful to Miss Bai Ling who cured his young sister and father who he cared about so much.
Wen Zhigu planned to stay and watch over Ji Xubai tonight, lest he wake up in the middle of the night, and Wen Jian naturally had no choice but to stay and go to the little guy's room to sleep.
Wen knew that Bai Ling had reminded her before leaving that she should apply medicine to Ji Xubai's legs every two hours.