Chu Xi shook her head, and for a moment did not know what to say.

When she saw her, Jiang Zixie didn't force her.

………………

At this time, Chu Xi reacted, and he was now in Jiang Zixie's room.

By this time, the sky was dark and it was still raining.

Looks like she slept for a long time ...

"It's basic common sense to go out with an umbrella on a rainy day, right?" Jiang Zixie stared at her for a moment, then said rudely.

She fainted once before.

Now that you may not be fully recovered, you dare to get wet!

"I was walking too quickly, forgetting ..." Chu Xi lowered her head and said with some guilt.

I had known that she shouldn't be here ...

It seems that it is worrying again.

Auntie Wenxin must have known her.

"Don't do that next time." Jiang Zixie sighed helplessly.

Chu Xi nodded.

………………

The door was pushed open slightly, pierced a head, and looked into it.

"Xiao Xi, you are awake." After seeing Chu Xi awake, Song Wenxin smiled and opened the door.

"Aunt Wenxin ..." Chu Xi looked at Song Wenxin and said.

"Bring things in!" Song Wenxin turned his head and said to the people behind him.

Then, Jiang Ziyan and Jiang Ziyi walked in with the food.

Today, the two of them are already teenagers.

Eighteen-year-old Jiang Ziyan, tall and handsome, is already a teenager.

The two-year-old Zi Yi, although shorter than the second brother, was white and had a touch of childishness on his face.

The two did not have Jiang Zixie's high-cold temperament, but they were more lively, and they had been along with Chu Xi fairly well.

"This is my mother's own cooking." The two brothers put the food on the bedside table and turned to Chu Xi.

"Thank you ..." Chu Xi glanced at the two, and said a little embarrassedly.

Jiang Ziyi suddenly reached Chu Xi's ear and whispered.

"If you really thank us, let my mother stop cooking tonight!" Jiang Ziyi whispered.

"This ..." After hearing the words, Chu Xi didn't hold back a smile, turned to look at Song Wenxin, the expression on her face was a little embarrassed.

She thought Aunt Wen Xin's cooking was delicious, but I don't know why, the two brothers, Zi Yan Zi Yi, were so ... afraid that Aunt Wen Xin would cook.

"You two, just go out after you've delivered your stuff, don't bother Xiaoxi to rest here." Song Wen glanced at the younger son dissatisfied.

"Well, let's go out." Jiang Ziyi shrugged, and then left with his brother.

Song Wenxin came over, gently reached out and stroked Fu Chuxi's forehead, then said softly.

"Let's eat the food first, and then take a good rest after you finish. Just tell the rest to me."

Chu Xi looked at Song Wenxin, who was so gentle to her at this time, but her tears fell down without a hitch.

"Aunt Wenxin ..."

Probably because I have been with Aunt Wen Xin a lot since she was a child, she has a feeling of dependence on Song Wen Xin ...

That feeling is like ... the feeling to a loved one.

"How to cry." Seeing her crying, Song Wenxin quickly reached out and helped her wipe her tears.

Chu Xi sucked her nose and tried to shed tears back, fearing she was crying like this, and even worried Aunt Wen Xin.