"At best, it's just a pheasant, thinking that you can become a phoenix if you climb a high branch?"

"Don't dream!"

"But even if I'm a pheasant, the child in my stomach belongs to the man you can't love. You say, who are the two of us more pitiful?"

Shen Yingying lowered her eyes and stroked her abdomen. She raised her eyes and looked at her provocatively.

At the mention of Shen Yingying's baby, Charlotte is even more out of breath.

Where on earth can't she compare with the two sisters of Shen family? Shen Qingqing doesn't care. Even Shen Yingying can climb up to her head?!

Seeing that Charlotte didn't speak, Shen Yingying knew that she had poked her pain point, and her sarcastic smile became more obvious.

Charlotte didn't want to go on talking with her. She turned around and bit her back teeth and left the kitchen door angrily.

Upstairs.

Leng Shaoheng opens the door and enters the bedroom with porridge.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, a strong smell of porridge filled the whole room.

As soon as he smelled the fragrance, Shen Qingqing's stomach growled. Shen Qingqing immediately covered her stomach and her face suddenly turned red.

Leng Shaoheng tightly pursed his lips and said with a smile: "if you are hungry, you can have some porridge."

Shen Qingqing wanted to refuse, but Leng Shaoheng heard the sound of hungry cooing, and he didn't have the courage to refuse. He reached out to take the porridge from his hand.

But Leng Shaoheng gently dodged her hand.

"I'll feed you."

Leng Shaoheng sits by the bed, gently blows at the spoon and hands it to Shen Qingqing's lips.

Looking at his gentle appearance, Shen Qingqing opened her mouth. Finally, her reason overcame her emotion and said in a voice, "I just have a fever, not a broken hand. I can do it myself."

"No, the doctor says you can't be too tired."

Leng shaohengyi rightfully refused her request.

“???”

Shen Qingqing's face is full of questions.

Is she seriously ill?

Don't you even have the strength to carry the bowl with the spoon?

"I think I can -"

"you can't."

Leng Shaoheng insists on putting a spoon on Shen Qingqing's lips and motioning her to eat.

Shen Qingqing could only open her mouth and eat the porridge in the spoon.

She is like a very weak patient, one by one receiving Leng Shaoheng's feeding, until the whole bowl is at the bottom, Leng Shaoheng put the bowl aside.

"Take the antipyretic and sleep for a while."

Shen Qingqing shook her head: "I'd better go home."

There was no reason for her to stay in this place any longer, so she wanted to leave.

Leng Shaoheng's face changed slightly, and his lips stretched: "anyway, Qiqi and Mo Mo haven't finished school yet. You can sleep here for a while, and you'll be tired of taking care of your children by yourself."

After that, he could not help but cover the quilt, turned around and left the bedroom. Before going out, he deliberately turned off the bedroom lights and curtains.

As if after he left the bedroom, Shen Qingqing could sleep on the bed.

But I don't know if it's because of the antipyretic medicine and the dim light in the bedroom. Shen Qingqing's eyelids were in a fight and soon fell asleep.

Leng Shaoheng stayed in his study for a long time. Looking at the time, he quietly went back to his bedroom and quietly opened the door.

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