Chapter 126 What He Thought
After dinner, Wen Xuyan took care of the 'heavy work' of washing dishes.

Originally, Yao Qing wanted her to deal with it.
"Wen Xuyan, go and see the eldest lady. Just leave us here."

She sat next to him and ate the whole meal, and she could feel the cold air radiating from his body, which scared her so much that she didn't dare to make a sound.

"It's okay, I'll wash the dishes and leave the rest to you."

Wen Xuyan gathered the dishes and chopsticks on the table together, took them to the sink, squeezed out a few pumps of dish soap and started washing them.

Yao Qing and Lin Shilan looked at each other and shrugged tacitly.

Wen Xuyan had taken over the job of washing the dishes, so the main task of cleaning up was gone, leaving only the insignificant tasks of wiping the table and taking out the trash.

Wen Xuyan moved very quickly, but in less than 10 minutes he had washed all the dishes and the kitchen was tidy.

He wiped the water droplets off his hands and walked upstairs without saying anything. It was obvious who his target was.

[Wen Lu took the initiative to take the job because he wanted to take the eldest lady’s share. I love this man so much. 】

[He must know that if the eldest lady leaves after eating, she will be criticized...]

[What's the point? It's not like Sheng Jiaojiao hasn't participated in cleaning up things before. What happened just once? 】

[Yes, what are you doing just talking about eldest lady?Look at Ji Meihe. After eating, he just sat there like Miss Qianjin without even moving.For those who don’t know, I thought she, Ji Meihe, was the eldest lady who never touched the spring water./Pout]

[Sheng Jiaojiao doesn’t take care of herself, what’s wrong with us Mei He?She'll take care of it later. 】

[Upstairs, not much later, this is the last week]

[Wen Lu went to see the eldest lady! 】

[So what? Is Sheng Jiaojiao really feeling unwell and going back to her room? 】

[I just came back from her live broadcast interface, and she was arranging flowers in the room...]

After Sheng Jiaojiao escaped from downstairs, she lay paralyzed on the bed in a daze for a while, touching the quilt with her fingers and rumpling the quilt.

Her reaction just now... was it too much?
If you act like this, you will get scolded by the director on the set, right?
But she really didn't know how to face Wen Xuyan now. She had followed Xiaoyi's suggestion and sat across from him while eating, without looking at him.

But why does she feel that the more she does this, the more irritated she becomes?

Sheng Jiaojiao sighed, feeling very sad.

Her eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, past the camera, and landed on the bouquet of red roses she brought in from the door.

It was obvious who sent the flowers.

When Wen Xuyan came back, she only took a quick glance and fled away. She didn't notice that there were flowers in his hand at all, let alone that he put the flowers directly at the door of her room.

Including the previous two times, this is the third time he has given her a rose.

Compared with the previous two times, she was able to accept and insert the flowers into the vase without any distractions, but this time she didn't know what to do with the flowers.

Shouldn't she have brought it in?
Sheng Jiaojiao stood up irritably, walked to the table, stared at the large bouquet of red roses, and slumped her shoulders as if in compromise.

Forget it, flowers are innocent.

She unwrapped the delicate wrapping paper, took the scissors and cut off the excess leaves, and trimmed the branches to a length suitable for insertion into the vase.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and she was so startled that she almost cut too much with the scissors.

She put down what she was holding and looked out of the peephole.

It's over, it's Wen Xuyan.

"Sheng Jiaojiao."

He called her.

Sheng Jiaojiao bit her fingernails and made a crunching sound.

Should she open the door or not?

"Sheng Jiaojiao, are you in there?"

Although it was a question, she knew that Wen Xuyan must know that she was in the room, otherwise where else could she go? After all, she just said she was not feeling well and went upstairs first.

That's all, answer him first.

She covered her mouth, cleared her throat, and then said, "I'm here, what's wrong?"

The quality of a professional actor made her voice sound weak at the moment.

【Cattle……】

[I can only say that I am worthy of the actress/thumbs]

[If you don’t agree with the wall, I will obey you, Sheng Jiaojiao. 】

【Why don't you go out to see Wen Lv?What on earth is she doing? 】

【…】

Wen Xuyan, who was outside the door, frowned even deeper when he heard her voice.

Is she really feeling unwell?

Could it be that she caught a cold because of the rain yesterday?
"Sheng Jiaojiao, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He originally thought that he had made her angry somewhere, so she had been avoiding him since he came back.

But when he went upstairs and saw the roses being taken away by her, he gave up the idea.If she was really angry, she probably wouldn't accept the flowers...

Now that he heard the abnormality in her voice, he was even more sure.

"It's okay, but my throat doesn't feel good. Drink more hot water and sleep and it should be fine."

Sheng Jiaojiao made up lies through the door panel.

She had no choice but to say that her throat was uncomfortable. After all, she couldn't say that she really had a cold or something else. Wouldn't it be revealed tomorrow?

"I'm going to take a shower. You should go to bed early. You must be quite tired today."

Yao Qing said that he went out with a briefcase, so he probably went to work in Huasen. He probably only dealt with a small part of the work he accumulated in the previous two days, which can be called a drop in the bucket.

A few days have passed since those two days, and a lot of work has probably been added.

"Okay, then go to bed early and see you tomorrow."

"OK, good night."

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, and Sheng Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief.

I don’t know if this is letting her see her heart clearly or torturing her...

Wen Xuyan, who was supposed to go upstairs to his room, turned on his toes and went out under the watchful eyes of several people in the living room.

Half an hour later, he came back with an extra bag in his hand.

"Wen Xuyan, what did you buy?"

Yao Qing saw him go out and then come back. It seemed that he had made a special trip to buy the things in the bag.

"medicine."

Wen Xuyan uttered a word and quickly walked through the living room and went upstairs.

He stood in front of Sheng Jiaojiao's room door again, and saw the light coming from the crack of the door below, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Sheng Jiaojiao, who had just washed her hair and came out of the shower, wiped her hair and asked, "Who is it?"

Yao Qing?Or Shilan?
"I."

With just one word, she stopped wiping her hair.

Didn't you tell him to rest?Didn’t you say good night?Why is he here again?
Could it be that... you still sense something is wrong?

"Wen Xuyan? Is there anything else?"

"I bought you syrup. Your throat will feel better after drinking it. If there are signs of inflammation, take an anti-inflammatory pill before going to bed, otherwise your throat will be even more swollen when you wake up tomorrow."

Sheng Jiaojiao was stunned.
"Just now...were you going to buy medicine?"

Half an hour ago, she looked through the window and saw someone driving out, and she was still guessing who it was.

But I didn't expect that it would be him.

"Well, I left it at the door for you. Remember to take it."

"...Okay, thank you."

The footsteps disappeared again. Sheng Jiaojiao put down the towel in her hand, opened a crack in the door, stuck her head out and looked down the corridor, only to see his back disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

A bag was placed on the ground by the door, waiting for its owner to pick it up.

(End of this chapter)

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