C19

When she returned to the Gong Family, Song Jiayin was surprised to find that Gong Yichen had already returned. She was sitting on the sofa, fully concentrated on reading the newspaper.

Seeing that she had returned, Gong Yichen raised his eyebrows, his face still unperturbed. "You're back?"

"Yes." After changing her shoes, Song Jiayin took the warm, cold noodles and sat on the sofa, ready to eat.

This special food caught the attention of Gong Yichen.

He stared at the golden, shiny, roasted cold noodles, frowned, and asked in disbelief, "Are you really going to eat this? Dinner? "

"Yeah." Song Jiayin nodded her head as if it was a matter of course.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and moved the roasted cold noodles closer to Gong Yichen: "Do you want to eat some? "It's delicious."

"No need, I've already eaten dinner." Gong Yichen rejected his without thinking, then turned his gaze back to the newspaper article in his hands.

Since Gong Yichen did not want to eat it, Song Jiayin would not force him. She picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of cold noodles and placed it in her mouth, chewing on it carefully.

With Song Jiayin eating by her side, Gong Yichen was unable to look away from the newspaper. She stared at the same line of text for a long time, but was still unable to shift her gaze away.

He glanced at Song Jiayin who was eating happily and reminded her indifferently, "Don't buy these things in the future, you're not strong enough. If you want to eat, just ask the housekeeper to cook it for you. "

"Alright, alright." Song Jiayin pouted and swallowed down a big mouthful of cold face.

As expected, the taste was still pure. It tasted exactly the same as what she had eaten when she was young. It really brought back memories from her past.

Young master like Gong Yichen, who had grown up in a greenhouse since childhood, was different. He must have never eaten roasted cold noodles before, which was why he was so calm and advised her not to eat it.

Sometimes, they also felt that Gong Yichen, this kind of young master, was rather pitiful. It was too bad that they had not eaten any of the delicious food by the side of the street.

Even though Gong Yichen advised her to eat less and eat slower, but Song Jiayin acted as if she did not hear her and ate the whole box of cold noodles quickly.

Satisfied, Song Jiayin put down the empty lunchbox. Then, wiping her mouth, she leaned back on the sofa and rested.

She smacked her lips and said with a sigh, "As expected, street side snacks are so alluring."

However, just as she finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed. Her eyebrows knitted together from the moment she was in high spirits.

Song Jiayin bit her lower lip, as if trying hard to restrain something.

"What's the matter with you?" Gong Yichen put down the newspaper in his hand, realizing that Song Jiayin was abnormal, he frowned and asked.

"I... "My stomach hurts …" Song Jiayin squeezed these words out from her gritted teeth.

She hugged her stomach tightly and curled up on the sofa like a small shrimp. Her body was curled up into a ball and was slightly trembling.

"So, so painful …" Suddenly, an excruciating pain engulfed her entire body. Her body … she bit her lips as her pink-faced face turned deathly white.