Ji Xiang knew that Yu'er was Mrs. Song's maiden name.
"Yu'er, Yu'er..." Song Fu was still muttering impatiently. His brows were furrowed. It was obvious that he must be in severe discomfort.
Jixiang looked at his frown, unconsciously stretched out her hand, gently covered the man's brow, and used her fingertips to rub the eye-catching word "Chuan". She wanted this at all. The word "Chuan" appears on Song Tong's face...
When she realized what she was doing, she was struck by lightning. She suddenly jumped up from the bed and shook Song Tong's hand away.
"Yu'er, don't go..." Song Tong turned sideways uncomfortably, reaching out with trembling hands, looking sick and torn, "Yu'er, I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."
Jixiang looked at the man's fragile face, and then at the pair of hands that kept grabbing in the air. After a while, she sat on the edge of the bed again. She gently held the man's hand. The next second, those hands suddenly He stopped and hugged her: "Yu'er! Yu'er! I miss you so much..."
Jixiang looked at the man whose whole face was pressed against hers, and swallowed hard. She tried her best to keep herself calm. He was a patient, very ill. He was so pitiful. She was just sympathizing with him, but Just wanted to help him.
She tensed her body, her fingers trembled for a long time, and finally placed them on the man's hair. She stroked the man's hair tenderly and unfamiliarly, while leaning down, she leaned into the man's ear and said, "You have to be obedient. You are sick and need to take medicine."
Song Tong kept nodding: "Drink the medicine, drink the medicine, I will do whatever Yu'er asks me to do..."
Ji Xiang looked at the man and was stunned for a long time. She breathed out softly. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was still extremely jealous of the woman named Yu'er.
But why should she be jealous of others
In the past, she was just a cheap slave. Now, she has the honor to call Song Fu daddy and Song Tong brother. This is already a great gift, so what else can she expect
What capital and position does she have to hope for
Song Fu treated her as his own daughter and loved her, and Song Tong was her mother-saviour. This family was really kind to her. No matter how cruel she was, she still knew what to do and what not to do, but...
But she couldn't control her thoughts.
if…
perhaps…
She hugged Song Tong's head and laughed bitterly.
I'm afraid it's only this time in this life.
For once in her life, she should be content.
The soup on the table was already warm. Jixiang brought the medicine bowl over and put it in front of Song Tong. He said softly: "Open your mouth and drink the medicine. After drinking the medicine, you won't feel uncomfortable..."
As expected, Song Tong opened his mouth obediently, and Jixiang carefully handed over the bowl. He watched Song Tong drink the medicine obediently, and also looked at his frowning eyebrows because of the pain. After he finished drinking the medicine, Jixiang handed the bowl over. Putting it back on the table, while wiping Song Tong's mouth, he couldn't help but ask softly: "Is it too bitter?"
"Yeah, it's so painful..." Song Tong frowned and muttered, with a bit of coquettishness in his tone, which was very inappropriate for such a tall and thick-mannered person like him.
Ji Xiang couldn't help but smile, only smiling but not smiling.
She hugged Song Tong and asked him to lie down on the bed again. At the same time, she stuffed his hands into the quilt. She stared blankly at the man's unguarded and slightly red cheeks. Somehow, she looked at them. Her eyes turned red.