Chapter 1497 Think of her when you are sick?
Song Lianhe knew better than anything else that she must have reconciled after not coming back for so long.

Regarding this kind of thing, she is already very calm, anyway, the Song family is doing well now, as for other things, she doesn't force it.

"Aqiu!" Song Lianhe sneezed heavily, feeling a bit heavy in the brain, and went upstairs to sleep.

At night, in a daze, when I heard footsteps outside, I barely opened my eyes, and I fell asleep for another day?
She looked at the time, it was seven o'clock in the evening, and the sky outside hadn't completely darkened yet.

Hearing this voice, is that man coming home?
With the mentality of seeing who it is, she opened the door, and she saw Gu Tingyuan.

It's just that the man has lost weight obviously, and his complexion is not very good.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Lianhe yawned and asked.

The man clutched his stomach and said with difficulty: "It's okay."

Song Lianhe stared at the cold sweat on his forehead, and knew what was going on without guessing: "Did you eat your stomach?"

"Is there any water?" he asked.

"Yes." Song Lianhe stood there and hesitated for a second.

To be honest, since the last time I saw him throwing his own cooking into the trash can in front of his beloved, she didn't even bother to pour him a glass of water.

However, seeing that he looked like he was about to die, there was no one else here.

She had no choice but to say self-consciously: "I'll pour it for you, you can go back and lie down."

After Song Lianche finished pouring the water, the man was already lying on the bed. She stood at the door and stared at the man's uncomfortable appearance. She really didn't understand why she still wanted to eat it, which was obviously rubbish.

That woman didn't feel sorry for him, she really cared about him, why would she give him garbage?

It's okay to make it unpalatable, but it can't make people eat it wrong?

It's a matter of character, right?
She walked in and handed him the water glass: "Your water."

The man was extremely exhausted, took the water, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

"Hey, what's the matter with you, why haven't you been in a month, so haggard?"

"It's okay, I have a lot of things on my hands recently."

"And then?" Song Lianhe sized him up and lost a lot of weight: "Someone gave you love fast food?"

To say that fast food is light, to be honest, it is... rubbish.

The man drank most of the glass of water, and finally looked up at her: "What do you want to say."

"I mean, why are you embarrassing yourself so much." She took out the water glass, and she was telling the truth.

"You don't understand." He continued, "This is her wish."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Lianhe couldn't help laughing, and said sarcastically, "I can't see it, you still have such... understanding time."

He has always been picky, he can even eat garbage.

If I had known, why did he force her to cook for him every day?

Just get used to it!

After Song Lianche confirmed this fact, she became more and more convinced.

At this time, the man leaning on the pillow suddenly raised his head and looked at her: "How are you doing?"

Song Lianhe had just slept for a day, and she was in good spirits: "I'm fine... Ah Qiu!"

She quickly covered her mouth to avoid infection.

The man's eyebrows moved slightly: "Have you caught a cold?"

Hearing this, Song Lianhe sniffed, "Maybe."

"Is it serious?" the man asked again.

"What do you want to do?" Song Lianhe asked back. After all, a cold is not considered a disease in the eyes of ordinary people.

"I want you to cook me something to eat." The man was not embarrassed at all, after all, he was also a patient, and he was more serious.

Song Lianche knew that it was because he was used to cooking for him when he had a high fever last time.

So, she didn't want to spoil him anymore: "Let your chef cook it for you."

(End of this chapter)

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