Chapter 318

Boil... Boil some?

The maid was stunned. She looked at Ji Xinqing's emaciated figure and frowned suspiciously, but she didn't dare to ask, "I know, young master."

The maid withdrew quickly.

Ji Xinqing followed Tang Jinyao into the pavilion.

The decoration inside the pavilion is full of ancient flavor.

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

The furniture made of sandalwood is quietly placed in a corner of the wall. Ji Xinqing smells the faint sandalwood fragrance in the air.

Walking inside, their footsteps stopped in front of a hollowed out wooden door.

With a creak, Tang Jinyao opened the door directly.

Ji Xinqing was frozen at the door.

He's tired and wants to rest. What about her?

"Come in." a man's unhappy voice sounded in the door.

After biting the lip flap, Ji Xinqing hesitates to enter the house.

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

There was enough heating in the house. Tang Jinyao pulled his tie, then directly untied it and threw it on the sofa. Then he took off his customized high-grade suit and revealed a thin white shirt inside.

The man's tall body was revealed in an instant.

Ji Xinqing did not naturally look away.

So thin skinned?

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

Ji Xinqing's face suddenly blushed. He looked up at him and tried to bend the corners of his mouth. "Young master Tang, didn't you just say you were tired? Should you go to rest now?"

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

Make... Make a bed?

Isn't it always done by the wife?

What did he... Think of her?

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

Leaning against the door, Tang Jinyao looked at her with a smile, "do you think I'm kidding? Or do you want to be obedient?"

"OK, I'll shop." Ji Xinqing almost clenched her teeth.

Ji Xinqing reluctantly walks into the bedroom and looks at the four square bedding stacked on the bed. Her eyebrows jump again.

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

Ji Xinqing has done this kind of thing countless times.

In the Meng family, she had to do everything herself, but she made the bed for the man for the first time.

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

Tang Jinyao leaned against the wall and looked at her.

Looking at her unwilling but still pretending to be clever in spreading the bed, looking at her little hands spreading every corner of the quilt... There was a palpitation in her calm heart.

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

"Young master Tang, the bed has been paved. You can rest."

With that, Ji Xinqing raised her feet and left.

When she came to Tang Jinyao, Ji Xinqing felt his eyes staring at herself.

Suddenly feeling uneasy, Ji Xinqing quickly stepped back a few steps. However, before she had time to make an action, the man who had noticed her little action suddenly sank his eyes.

"Ah -" her body suddenly soared into the air. Ji Xinqing exclaimed. She subconsciously circled the man's neck.

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

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

"I'm tired and want to rest." a long voice came from overhead.

"The bed has been paved, young master Tang. Just lie down and close your eyes, and you can rest."

Tang Jinyao slowly hooked his lips. The next second, he directly held Ji Xinqing to the bedside. They lay down with Yi together.

Ji Xinqing's waist was tightly imprisoned by him and couldn't get rid of it at all.

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

"Don't do anything," the man's voice was deep, and his big hand covered Ji Xinqing's eyes. Her eyelashes gently blinked in his palm, disturbing his breathing vaguely and thickly. "I'm tired. Rest with me."

"But I'm not sleepy..." his head was suddenly pressed tightly on the man's chest, and Ji Xinqing was stunned.

"Get some sleep."

The man's voice was low, as if he were coaxing.

Ji Xinqing's eyes widened. I can't believe it.

It may be that she is really tired, or it may be... The breath that has not been seen for a long time makes her remove all the uneasiness in her heart. Unconsciously, Ji Xinqing's breath gradually becomes longer and longer,

But Tang Jinyao slowly opened his eyes.

He could feel the touch of the gauze in the palm of his hand and suddenly remembered that when he went to the police station to pick her up that night, her face was full of blood and was dragged to his car by the prison guard.

The heart contracted suddenly again, which was no less than the panic of seeing Xiao Wu lying dead on the operating table.

But fortunately... Tang Jinyao hugged Ji Xinqing tightly. It's all right. She's all right. She woke up after sleeping all day.

The afternoon sun quietly ran into the room and shone on a man and a woman hugging each other on the bed.

The woman nestled in the man's arms, and the man hugged her tightly, as if he had created a safe harbor for her.

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

Looking down, Ji Xinqing, who was sleeping safely in her arms, suddenly softened her eyebrows and 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 prescribed by Dr. Chen to miss Ji."

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

"There are five kinds of soup in the kitchen. Young master, do you want to bring it together now?"

"Yes."

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

"Wake up?"

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

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

Ji Xinqing's expression suddenly became strange.

The man is not changing his way. Let her rest?

But... Is it possible?

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

"Yes."

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

Five small and exquisite Tang Gu were placed in three trays. Two maids withdrew and one stayed.

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

Then he closed the lid and opened another one.

"This is crucian carp milk soup,"

"This is Tremella bamboo Sheng soup,"

……

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

Those soups were delicious indeed, but Ji Xinqing's stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable. However, if the kitchen made so many soups and sent them, if she refused directly... "Tremella bamboo Sheng soup," Ji Xinqing smiled.

"OK, Miss Ji." the maid nodded, opened the soup Gu containing Tremella bamboo Sheng soup, picked up a delicate porcelain bowl from the side and scooped up a bowl of soup.

The red medlar floats on it. Ji Xinqing scoops it and hands it to her mouth, but she doesn't open her mouth.

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

Although the Tang family's wealth is generous, but... Looking at the five Tang Gu placed on the table, the maid glanced at Ji Xinqing, and then withdrew.