Chapter 318

Pot How about cooking?

Maid Leng Leng, she looked at Ji Xinqing emaciated figure, puzzled frown, but also dare not ask, "I know the little master."

The maid quickly stepped down.

Ji Xinqing follows Tang Jinyao into the pavilion.

The decoration in the pavilion is full of ancient flavor.

There was a thick blanket on the ground, and there was no sound when walking on it.

Sandalwood furniture is quietly placed in a corner of the wall. Ji Xinqing smells the light sandalwood fragrance in the air.

Walking inside, they stopped in front of a hollow wooden door.

With a creak, Tang Jinyao opened the door directly.

Ji Xinqing is frozen at the door.

He is tired and needs to rest. What about her?

"Come in." A man's unhappy voice rang in the door.

Biting the lip, Ji Xinqing hesitates to enter the room.

She's pregnant now, and he can't do anything to her anyway.

There was plenty of heating in the room. Tang Jinyao pulled his tie, then directly untied it and threw it on the sofa. Then he took off his customized high-end suit, revealing a thin white shirt inside.

The man's tall body showed no doubt for a moment.

Ji Xinqing did not naturally open the line of sight.

So thin skinned?

Tang Jinyao raised his eyebrows, and there was a trace of teasing on the tip of his eyebrows. "It's not the first time. We've all done more intimate things."

Ji Xinqing's face suddenly turned red. He looked up at him and tried to bend his mouth. "Don't you just say you're tired, young master Tang? Is it time for you to have a rest now? "

"Oh, that's right," Tang Jinyao groped for his chin and thought a little. Then he walked into the bedroom, but stopped at the door. "You also come in and help me make the bed."

Shop Make the bed?

Isn't it always done by the wife?

He is What do you think of her as?

Ji Xinqing's eyebrows jumped steeply, "master Tang, are you kidding?"

Leaning on the door, Tang Jinyao looked at her funny, "do you think I'm joking? Or do you want to be obedient? "

"OK, I'll make it." Ji Xinqing almost gritted her teeth.

Ji Xinqing reluctantly walked into the bedroom and looked at the four square quilts stacked on the bed. Her eyebrows jumped again.

Against the man's eyes, she had to bend down and make the bed.

Ji Xinqing has done this many times.

When she was in the Meng family, she had to do everything by herself, but it was the first time that she made the bed for this man.

The sun outside the window playfully sprinkles on the bedside table, shining brightly into Ji Xinqing's heart.

Tang Jinyao leans against the wall and looks at her.

Looking at her not willing but pretending to make the bed cleverly, looking at her little hands spreading out every corner of the quilt There was a palpitation in my calm heart.

Finally, Ji Xinqing straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Tang, the bed has been made. You can have a rest."

With that, Ji Xinqing left.

When he came to Tang Jinyao, Ji Xinqing felt that his eyes were just staring at him.

Suddenly feel uneasy, Ji Xinqing quickly back a few steps, but, before she had time to have action, already aware of her little action of the man, eyes suddenly sink.

"Ah -" body suddenly soared, Ji Xinqing exclaimed, she subconsciously encircled the man's neck.

The corners of Tang Jinyao's mouth turned up slightly unconsciously.

"Put me down." Ji Xinqing clenched her fists tightly. She really couldn't understand what the man was thinking.

"I'm tired. I need to rest." A long voice came from overhead.

"The bed has been made. Master Tang, just lie down and close your eyes, and you can have a rest."

Tang Jinyao slowly hooked his lips. The next second, he went to the bedside with Ji Xinqing in his arms, and they lay down with their clothes.

Ji Xinqing's waist is tightly imprisoned by him, and he can't get rid of it at all.

"Master Tang, what do you want to do?" Ji Xinqing asked wearily.

"Don't do anything," the man's voice is heavy, big hands cover Ji Xinqing's eyes, her eyelashes in his palm gently blink, disturbing his breathing faintly thick, "I'm tired, accompany me to rest."

"But I'm not sleepy..." The head is pressed tightly in the man's chest suddenly, Ji Xinqing is stunned.

"Get some sleep."

Man's voice is low, like in light coax.

Ji Xinqing stares big eyes, really can't believe it.

Maybe I'm really tired, or maybe The long lost breath made her release all the uneasiness in her heart. Unconsciously, Ji Xinqing's breath became longer and longer,

while Tang Jinyao slowly opened her eyes.

He could feel the touch of the gauze in his palm, and suddenly remembered that that night, when he went to the police station to pick her up, her face was covered with blood, and she was dragged to his car by the prison guard.The heart suddenly shrinks again, which is no less than the panic of seeing Xiao Wu lying on the operating table and dying.

But it's ok Tang Jinyao holds Ji Xinqing tightly. It's OK. She's OK. She wakes up after a day's sleep.

The afternoon sun quietly ran into the room and shone on a man and a woman tightly hugged on the bed.

The woman nestles in the man's arm, the man hugs her tightly, as if has built a safe harbor for her.

I don't know how long, "Dong Dong Dong --" the man opened his eyes suddenly, and a cold light flowed through the bottom of his eyes.

He lowered his head and saw Ji Xinqing sleeping peacefully in his arms. His eyebrows softened and he got up and got out of bed.

Open the door and see the maid standing at the door.

"Young master," the maid handed over a bag, "this is the medicine that Doctor Chen prescribed to miss Ji."

"Well," Tang Jinyao said, "how's the soup going?"

"There are five kinds of soup in the kitchen. Young master, would you like to bring them together now?"

"Well."

Back in the bedroom, Ji Xinqing has opened her eyes and sat on the bed.

"Awake?"

His head was still a little dizzy. Ji Xinqing shook her head.

He was tired and wanted to rest, but let her rest with him.

Ji Xinqing's expression suddenly became strange.

This man is not changing the way to let her rest, right?

But Is it possible?

"Get up. The kitchen will bring the soup later."

"Well."

Before long, three maids came into the bedroom with trays.

Five delicate Tang Gu were placed in three trays. Two maids stepped down, and one remained.

She opened the lid of one of them, "young master, Miss Ji, this is Huaishan lean meat pigeon soup."

then, she closed the lid and opened the other.

"This is crucian carp milk soup,"

"this is Tremella Zhusheng soup,"

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"Miss Ji, which would you like to drink first?" Asked the maid respectfully.

The soup is really delicious, but Ji Xinqing's stomach suddenly feels uncomfortable. However, after so much soup has been made in the kitchen, if she directly refuses "Tremella Zhusheng soup," Ji Xinqing said with a smile.

"Yes, Miss Ji." The maid opened the soup soup with tremella and bamboo Sheng soup, then took a delicate porcelain bowl from the side and scooped up a bowl of soup.

The red medlar floated on it. Ji Xinqing scooped it up and handed it to his mouth, but he didn't open his mouth.

Tang Jinyao's eyes suddenly sank, lightly told the maid, "let the kitchen cook some more porridge, and send it directly later."

Although the Tang family is rich, but Looking at the five Tang Gu on the table, the maid glanced at Ji Xinqing, then stepped back.