Song Mingyi heard the sound of Lu Shenxing gnashing his teeth, and suddenly understood why Lu Shenxing was acting so abnormally tonight.
Probably stimulated by Qin Xiao.
Men all have this virtue.
Especially the boss.
It's probably the disgusting root of "I don't want it anymore, and no other man is allowed to touch it".
Song Mingyi just wanted to sneer and say rubbish.
"You hurt me."
Lu Chenxing subconsciously relaxed his hands after hearing Song Mingyi's words.
Then, Song Mingyi left his arms like a fish.
Song Mingyi jumped onto the shore and kicked Lu Shenxing mercilessly on the chest.
Lu Shenxing was caught off guard and fell into the swimming pool with a splash.
Song Mingyi snorted and left without looking back.
Lu Shenxing came out of the swimming pool, lay on the edge of the pool and watched Song Mingyi disappear at the door, and slowly laughed.
It's quite nice to be willful.
The next day, when Song Mingyi woke up, she saw Lu Shenxing sleeping next to her.
Looking at the handsome face magnified in front of her eyes, Song Mingyi felt annoyed again. She stretched out her hand to push Lu Shenxing away, turned over and got off the bed.
I can't get through this day!
She had to worry about Lu Shenxing climbing into her bed every day. It was so exhausting!
Song Mingyi took her coat and put it on her shoulders and was about to leave. When she just walked to the door of the room, her steps suddenly stopped. When she turned around, she saw Lu Shenxing still lying on the bed.
Lu Shenxing's eyes were tightly closed, his cheeks were flushed, and his brows were furrowed with impatience.
Song Mingyi's expression changed and she immediately came over.
The palm of his hand touched Lu Shenxing's forehead.
It's so hot. Lu Shenxing has a fever.
Song Mingyi didn't care about anything else. She grabbed Lu Shenxing's wrist and felt for his pulse. Her expression suddenly changed.
Lu Shenxing's current condition is extremely bad. The last time she treated Lu Shenxing, although the toxins in his body were completely removed, those toxins had been in his body for such a long time and had already damaged his lungs.
Although her prescription could also nourish his internal organs, the time was too short after all.
After Lu Shenxing got better, he devoted himself to Lu's affairs every day.
Now his illness has brought out all the lesions again.
Song Mingyi took a deep breath, found a silver needle, lifted up Lu Shenxing's sleeve, and quickly inserted it into his acupuncture point.
When the silver needle was pulled out, a black and red blood droplet condensed at each acupuncture point.
It didn't take long for Lu Shenxing's fever to subside.
Song Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief.
Just after putting away the silver needle, Lu Shenxing slowly opened his eyes: "What's wrong with me?"
"Have a fever?"
"Oh, no wonder I feel weak."
"Oh? Is that all you said?" Song Mingyi was very angry: "Don't you know what your physical condition is? You dare to soak in the water for so long, are you going to die?"
Lu Shenxing looked at the angry Song Mingyi: "I just want to accompany you."
Then, Song Mingyi's voice suddenly stopped, and all the anger disappeared like a popped balloon.
Song Mingyi must admit that many of what Lu Shenxing said yesterday were actually correct.
She had been with Lu Shenxing for such a long time, and she was indeed not indifferent to him.
Lu Shenxing was so good that falling in love with such a man was almost a matter of course.
"You, you should rest first. I'll call Doctor Xie to come over and ask you for treatment."
After saying that, he left the room.
As soon as Song Mingyi left, Lu Shenxing lifted up his nightgown and looked down at the needle hole under his collarbone.
It had just been pierced, and there was still wet blood on it.
The corners of Lu Shenxing's lips curled up: "You have a hard mouth but a soft heart."
Doctor Xie came quickly and prescribed medicine and injections for Lu Shenxing.
After sending Dr. Xie away, Song Mingyi sat in the living room and did not go back to the room.
As Mrs. Lu, Lu Shenxing is ill now, and she should stay by his side.
But she doesn't want to now.
She always felt that staying with Lu Shenxing for too long was not a good thing for her...
This man is like a goblin who knows how to confuse people's hearts.
Even though she thought she was strong-willed, she wavered repeatedly in front of this man.
"Is daddy seriously ill?"
As soon as Song Mingyi turned around, she saw Lu Yimo walking over, his face tensed, his brows filled with worry, and fear still lingering in the depths of his eyes.
"Your dad just has a normal fever. He will get better after taking the medicine and the fever will subside. Don't worry."
"Well, I believe mom."
Song Mingyi touched Lu Yimo's little head and was about to say something when she saw Erbao coming, holding a bowl of soup in his hand.
Erbao placed the soup in front of Song Mingyi. Lu Yimo stood up immediately when he saw this: "What do you want to do?"
His eyes were full of alertness.
Erbao said: "What I can do is just give you a bowl of soup." Erbao looked at Song Mingyi and said in a provocative tone: "Do you dare to drink it?"
Song Mingyi laughed when she saw this: "Thank you, Erbao, for bringing me soup. I am indeed a little hungry."
As he spoke, he brought the soup on the table to his mouth.
"Don't drink!" Lu Yimo quickly stopped him.
Song Mingyi had already drank the soup into her mouth, and gave Erbao a thumbs up: "It tastes very good."
"Why are you praising me? Grandma Zhang made this soup. If you want to praise me, you should also praise Grandma Zhang."
Song Mingyi said: "Of course Mother Zhang should be praised, and Erbao should also be praised. If you hadn't delivered such a delicious soup to me with your own hands, I would still be hungry. Do you think you should be praised?"
Song Mingyi looked at Erbao with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness.
Erbao's cheeks suddenly turned red.
He has never been treated so tenderly by a woman.
After a while, Erbao said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I went too far yesterday. I shouldn't have done that... If you are still angry, just hit me a few times."
Erbao stretched out his hand as he spoke.
"Then I really hit him?" When Song Mingyi spoke, she raised her hand high.
"Fight, you fight!" Erbao closed his eyes in fear, but his little hands did not move.
Then, Erbao felt his palm being tapped gently.
The force was particularly gentle, as if a butterfly had crashed into the palm of my hand.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Song Mingyi looking at him with a smile.
"You, didn't you say you wanted to hit me?"
Song Mingyi said: "Yes, didn't I already beat you?"
Erbao frowned: "With the strength you have in hitting people, you can't even kill mosquitoes!"
"Then how should you beat someone?"
Erbao said: "You have to at least beat my palm until it becomes swollen and cause me pain for ten and a half days, then you can take it out on yourself!"
Song Mingyi shook her head: "The purpose of hitting you is not to make you hurt, but to let me vent my anger, right?"
Erbao thought for a while, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with saying that, so he nodded.
"But I'm not angry anymore."
Erbao raised his eyes and looked at Song Mingyi, and after a while he said, "Then can I still call you mom?"
"Would you like to try calling me?"
