Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Song Yuening was woken up by the sound of voices in her ears.

She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the white ceiling and overhead lights of the hospital.

Song Yuening opened her eyes, and the confusion in her eyes faded after a few seconds.

Xie Zitao, who was lying beside the bed, immediately noticed Song Yuening's awakening. He suddenly felt sleepy and got up and shouted to the door.

"Brother-in-law, come here quickly! Teacher Song is awake!"

Xie Zitao's voice?

Why is he calling Xie Mingyuan?
Did she remember not being in the apartment before she passed out?Why did you change the place now?
Song Yuening's long eyelashes trembled slightly, then slowly turned her head to look at the bed, just in time to see Xie Zitao looking at her with a surprised look on his face.

"Teacher Song, you finally woke up. Did you know that you have a fever? When my uncle and I came in just now, you passed out on the carpet in the study room, and your face was very hot!"

"But my uncle has just called the doctor to see you and gave you medicine. Do you still feel any discomfort now?"

Xie Zitao explained clearly what happened when Song Yuening was unconscious in a few words.

Song Yuening reacted with her mushy brain for a long time before she came back to her senses.

"...That's it. Thank you. I didn't even know I had a fever."

It was okay that Song Yuening didn't speak, but when she did, the hoarse voice made her startled.

She frowned, raised her hand and put it on her throat, and said a few more words tentatively, but her voice was as ugly as before, like a saw pulling wood.

"You have a high fever of 39 degrees and it hasn't cooled down for a long time. I advise you not to torment yourself."

Just when Song Yuening was focusing on her own voice, a magnetic male voice sounded at the door.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the displeasure in those words.

Xie Mingyuan took off his suit and was only wearing a white shirt. He folded up the cuffs to reveal the obvious muscle lines of his forearms.

He held the blue thermos box in his hand, walked to the table not far away, opened it, and took out the steaming white porridge.

Seeing this, Song Yuening put her hands on the bed and tried to get up, but because the high fever made her weak, she struggled several times without success.

Just when Song Yuening was about to give up, a warm and strong hand suddenly placed on her back. With this force, she slowly sat up.

"……thanks."

Song Yuening looked at Xie Mingyuan who thoughtfully tucked a soft pillow behind her waist, and felt at a loss for a moment.

As soon as she said her thanks, she received an expression from Xie Mingyuan that was half-smiling.

"Are you so polite to me?"

Knowing that she had said the wrong thing, Song Yuening obediently shut her mouth.

She caught a glimpse of the porridge placed on the bedside with her peripheral vision and blinked lightly.

"How did you know I wanted something light? That's so sweet."

There was an obvious flattery in her tone, but Xie Mingyuan didn't buy it.

Xie Mingyuan stretched out his long arms and lifted Xie Zitao, who was lying on the edge of the bed, holding on to his position, to the side, and then he sat on the spot where Xie Zitao was originally lying.

He held the porcelain bowl and slowly stirred the white porridge inside with a spoon. After confirming that it had cooled down a bit, he scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Song Yuening's mouth.

He lazily said: "Teacher Song, thank you. No matter how considerate I am, I am not as considerate as your work. Otherwise, how could you only focus on work and not even reply to my message?" These words successfully made Song Yuening laugh. She He laughed out loud, and after seeing Xie Mingyuan's face, he barely restrained his laughter and turned his face to the side.

"I didn't expect that our boss Xie would also struggle with work, but I think you think too much. Of course you are the most considerate in my heart."

I thought that what had just happened had been revealed, but when Song Yuening took a sip of the white porridge and was about to swallow it, she heard Xie Mingyuan say quietly.

"That's right, after all, the work is not considerate enough to prepare a bowl of porridge for you."

Song Yuening didn't expect Xie Mingyuan to make such a cold joke, so she couldn't hold it back and immediately started coughing.

"Cough cough!"

She covered her lips and her coughs became louder and louder, making her already uncomfortable throat even worse.

Xie Mingyuan frowned when he saw this, put the bowl aside, went out and poured her a cup of hot water, and brought it to her mouth for her to take a few sips to moisten her throat.

"Eat slowly, why are you in a hurry? This bowl is yours, no one will compete with you."

Is she anxious?
Song Yuening almost laughed angrily because of these words. She couldn't help but raise her head and glare at Xie Mingyuan.

Those beautiful almond eyes, which overflowed with some physiological tears due to coughing, looked bright. The coquettish look when he raised his eyes made Xie Mingyuan's eyes darken.

Song Yuening didn't know what Xie Mingyuan was thinking, but when she saw him picking up the bowl again to feed her porridge, she simply reached out and grabbed the bowl.

"No need to bother Mr. Xie, I'll just eat it myself!"

If Xie Mingyuan hadn't teased her deliberately just now, how could she have choked?

If Xie Mingyuan feeds her again, he might say something she doesn't like to hear.

Song Yuening scooped up half a spoonful of white porridge and put it into her mouth. The soft texture made her dry throat feel better. She couldn't help but ask while eating.

"How did you get in?"

She had the habit of locking the door when she returned home, and she clearly remembered that she also locked the door after returning home.

What's more, how did Xie Mingyuan and Xie Zitao get in from the outside without the key?
Before Xie Mingyuan could speak, Xie Zitao couldn't wait to explain.

"When I was at the door, my uncle called you twice and you didn't answer it, and you didn't respond when I knocked on the door, Mr. Song. But I asked the neighbor aunt next door, and she said you had gone home last night. , but he never went out, so my uncle and I called the property management company to open the door!"

Song Yuening nodded: "So that's it."

"Thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I'd probably have to lie on the carpet in the study until tomorrow."

After Song Yuening finished speaking, she couldn't help but sigh.

"I almost forgot the last time I was sick. I didn't expect that I would have a fever this time. It's really..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Mingyuan next to him sneered.

"After working for twelve hours straight, without eating, and with the windows in the living room open and closed, I thought Teacher Song was an iron man."

Song Yuening knew she was in the wrong, so she put the remaining half bowl of porridge aside, then raised her hands in a gesture of surrender and admitted her mistake helplessly.

"There are too many things, and I am a little overwhelmed. I just want to work overtime and take a good rest after finishing all the work. I did not expect that such a situation would happen."

"This time it was an accident. I promise I will never do this again and not take care of my body again, okay?"

It was the first time that Xie Mingyuan saw Song Yuening softening his attitude to such an extent. He raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Xie Zitao beside him climb onto the bed without saying a word, lifted the quilt and lay down next to Song Yuening. .