Chapter 79

"No, I slept well. You know, mom is old, and she doesn't sleep very well. It's better to come early and not get stuck in traffic. " What song's mother said is natural.

"Mom, please go to the sofa and I'll go in and wash."

"Well, go wash it. It's just that I cooked porridge and steamed some of your favorite buns. Come and eat them together. " Mother song raised the bag in her hand.

Song Qingcheng's eyes were red. Cooking porridge is a time-consuming work, and the small cage bag is a lot of trouble. She is more sure that her mother didn't sleep last night, but is preparing these for her.

She didn't want her mother to look sad and turn to the bathroom. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared in front of him, and then there was a pair of slippers at his feet.

Song Qingcheng found that he was barefoot. She stared at the slippers at her feet, then looked up at the man in front of her, and he had taken away his sight first, as if nothing had happened, and went to the balcony to open the window for ventilation.

Song Qingcheng put on her slippers and went in to wash. When she came out, she saw her mother making the quilt on the bed. She went over and held her mother, "Mom, these things will be sorted out. You don't have to be busy."

"Don't you have to bother others when they tidy up? Anyway, mom is also idle, and these things are very clean. Just fold them up. " Song's mother took her hand out of her hand and continued to set the pillow.

"Mom, this is a hospital. These things need to be changed every day, so leave it alone."

Song's mother looked at the arrangement almost, did not insist, "well, you quickly call your friend to come to dinner, I think he seems very tired, his eyes are red."

When Mother Song spoke, she looked at the door.

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, only to find that Ji Zhengting was not in the room, "Mom, it's OK. It's nothing for a man to stay up all night."

How could she know that Ji Zhengting had been flying for more than ten hours and had not had a good rest in foreign countries. She came back to the hospital and stayed up all night.

"You child, you have been taken care of all night. You have to thank them." Song's mother's serious tone is a bit of a lesson.

"I see." Song Qingcheng nodded obediently.

"Then I'll get the porridge, and you'll see your friends."

Song Qingcheng nodded and watched her mother go to prepare breakfast in high spirits. She didn't want to disappoint her. She turned and went to the door, intending to see where Ji Zhengting had gone.

As soon as they reached the door, they reached out to open it. As a result, the door was pushed open from the outside. Ji Zhengting appeared at the door. They didn't seem to expect each other to appear like this. They were all stunned when they ran into each other.

Song Qingcheng looked at him, his hand was still there, and he forgot to take it back.

"What's the matter?" In the end, Ji Zhengting recovered from his stupor.

Song Qingcheng also regained her mind and tried to be more natural and said, "my mother brought me some breakfast. If you don't dislike it, come and have some together."

"No Ji Zhengting refused directly, passed her and went to the bathroom.

Song Qingcheng embarrassed pestle in that, the bottom of the heart that flame down. Give yourself two words - deserve it!

"Where's your friend?"?? Song's mother saw her coming back one by one and looked behind her.

"Leave him alone, let's eat for ourselves." Song Qingcheng doesn't want to mention that person now.

"How can that work. You have to thank them for taking care of you all night. "

"I've just told him that he's not hungry. Let's eat by ourselves." Song Qingcheng sat down and took a bowl of porridge from the table.

"It's not good for your health if you don't eat breakfast. Don't ruin your health when you are young."

Song Qingcheng put down the bowl, pulled his mother to sit down beside him, "Mom, you'd better take care of yourself. You're so old, and you're still sitting on the bus so far to see me. Next time you're not allowed to run around like this."

Song's mother held her daughter's hand and said, "you don't know. When I heard you were in the hospital, my heart would jump out of you. Fortunately, you're OK. Otherwise, how can you let my mother live?"

Song Qingcheng a little farfetched smile, "don't worry, it's OK."

"By the way, you haven't told mom what's going on? How can you suddenly make asthma relapse? " When it comes to her illness, song's mother is worried.

"Maybe I haven't had a rest recently. In a word, I will pay attention to it in the future. Don't worry about me. " Song Qingcheng made up a cover casually. She didn't want her mother to worry about herself.

"Well What's the matter with Mr. Ji? " Song's mother asked carefully.

Song Qingcheng's eyes floated. She didn't dare to look at her mother's eyes. She went to clip Baozi and said, "I have nothing to do with him. Don't think about it any more."

Song's mother saw that her daughter didn't seem to be telling the truth, and she wanted to ask, but at this time Ji Zhengting came out from the bathroom. Song's mother quickly stood up and said politely, "Mr. Ji, come and have something to eat. It's nothing special. It's all made by myself. It's delicious. "Even if Ji Zhengting has more reasons to refuse, he can't refuse in this case. Moreover, he doesn't have to refuse.

"Mom, they all eat high-end breakfast. They don't like what you do. Let's eat it ourselves. It's cold." Song Qingcheng reached out to his mother again.

She had been rejected by him once, so that he would not be given another chance to reject her mother.

In the Song Mother pestle there, some embarrassed time, just listen to Ji Zhengting mouth, "aunt, you call me Zhengting."

When Ji Zhengting spoke, his steps also came.

Song Qingcheng bit the little cage in his mouth and looked at the man coming. What does he mean by that? Are you going to sit down and eat together?

"My mother is not used to calling strangers so kind." Song Qingcheng said a word tepid.

"You child." Song's mother gave her a push, and then said to Ji Zhengting with a smile, "I think Zhengting is very nice and easy to cry. If you don't mind, I'll call you Zhengting in the future."

"Mom, where did you come from with him?" Song Qingcheng is not willing to cut in.

Song's mother was stunned, "you Aren't you friends? Since I'm a friend, I'll bring you home when I have a chance. I'll make you some Guxi meat. "

"He's a Hui, he doesn't eat meat." Song Qingcheng didn't lift her eyelids.

“……” Song's mother was really confused. Looking at Ji Zhengting, I'm not sure whether his daughter's words are true or false.

Ji Zhengting just slightly raised the corner of his lips, and there was a trace of smile on his always cold face. He didn't say a word, but he put his hand in the plastic bag and put a small cage bag into his mouth.