Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Xie Zitao stretched out his hands to wrap around Song Yuening's waist, raised his face and looked at her eagerly.

"No! Teacher Song, you have no credibility now!"

"I don't trust you to take care of yourself unless... you let me stay and supervise you!"

Xie Zitao's movements were so smooth that no one could react before he spoke.

This is the first time Xie Zitao has shown such a clingy look, which is really strange.

Song Yuening blinked lightly, and then there was a hint of smile in her eyes.

She raised her hand and landed on Xie Zitao's head, rubbing his hair twice as if indulgently.

"Zitao doesn't believe Teacher Song?"

Seeing Xie Zitao nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, Song Yuening felt helpless.

She stretched out her index finger and tapped Xie Zitao's nose.

"After all, the teacher is an adult and can take care of himself. This time it was just an accident. Don't you believe the teacher? Be good, you better go home and rest, okay?"

When Xie Zitao heard that Song Yuening was unwilling to let him stay, he immediately pouted in displeasure.Just as he was about to say something, he heard a cold command from the man sitting next to the bed.

"Xie Zitao, get down here."

Song Yuening was a little surprised that the man who had been so friendly just now suddenly changed his face, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Xie Mingyuan.

The man who was originally in a good mood now had a slightly gloomy face, his eyebrows were unnoticeably condensed, his eyes fell on Xie Zitao's hand holding Song Yuening's waist, and there were inexplicable emotions tumbling in his eyes.

But Xie Zitao was not afraid at all. Instead, he stuck out his tongue at Xie Mingyuan, pulled his lower eyelids with his fingers, and made a face at him.

"I don't want it, uncle. You have been with Teacher Song for so long before. It is my turn to be with Teacher Song today, right?"

"Teacher Song, can you just let me stay with you? I haven't seen you for a long time and I really miss you. I promise I won't make a fuss. I'll do whatever you ask me to do!"

"Besides, it's scary to be in the hospital alone. I'm here to stay with Teacher Song so that you can have a good sleep!"

Speaking of this, Xie Zitao was extremely well-behaved, so Song Yuening really had no reason to refuse him, and she couldn't bear to refuse him.

"Well, since you are all..."

Just when Song Yuening was about to agree, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side, grabbed Xie Zitao directly, and lifted him off the bed.

Song Yuening hesitated and looked back at Xie Mingyuan, only to see Xie Zitao struggling in his arms, like a kitten pinched by the back of the neck, struggling desperately to no avail.

"Uncle, why are you arresting me like this! Let me down quickly!"

Xie Zitao flapped his legs and kept swinging his hands in the air.

But Xie Mingyuan was indifferent and even carried him directly to the sofa far away.

"Ouch!"

After Xie Zitao was thrown onto the sofa, he bounced with the inertia.

When he turned around, Xie Mingyuan had already walked back to the bedside and sat back down in his previous position.

Song Yuening glanced at Xie Zitao, who looked aggrieved, and couldn't help but whisper: "Zitao just wants to accompany me, what are you doing?"

Xie Zitao straightened his lips, raised his hand and placed it on Song Yuening's forehead to check the temperature. After making sure it was no longer as hot as before, he spoke.

"The body temperature has almost gone down. I should be able to be discharged from the hospital after a few days of rest."

Song Yuening couldn't help but shake her head because the answer was obviously wrong.

"I'm asking you..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Zitao, who was on the sofa in the distance, shouted loudly: "Uncle, are you just jealous? Humph, you are just jealous that I, a child, can hug Teacher Song like this, but you can't!" "Uncle is a Stingy, I don’t like my uncle anymore!”

After saying these words, Song Yuening finally understood the reason for Xie Mingyuan's change.

She looked at the man in front of her dumbfounded, and when she saw him turning his face to the side unnaturally, she suddenly became playful.

She leaned slightly closer to Xie Mingyuan's ear, breathed lightly into his ear, and asked with a teasing smile.

"I didn't expect that our Mr. Xie would be so small-tempered. He would actually get angry with a kid like Zitao over such a thing. It really opened my eyes..."

The pronunciation of the last four words was particularly strong by her, and the meaning of ridicule became more and more obvious.

Xie Mingyuan's expression paused slightly, and he suddenly turned back to look at the woman who was close at hand.

The distance between the two was very close, so close that Song Yuening could even see the subtle changes in Xie Mingyuan's dark eyes.

She suddenly felt a little panicked in her heart, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid Xie Mingyuan's aggressive gaze. However, the next second, the man's arms wrapped around her slender waist.

"Hey!"

Song Yuening let out a short exclamation, and was swayed by Xie Mingyuan, with her hands subconsciously placed on his shoulders.

The posture of the two suddenly became extremely ambiguous. Song Yuening smelled the cold fragrance of cedar lingering on the tip of her nose, and her face became hot uncontrollably.

"Xie Mingyuan! What are you doing? Zitao is still watching over there!"

Worrying about Xie Zitao's presence, Song Yuening suppressed the shyness in her heart and whispered into Xie Mingyuan's ear through gritted teeth.

Xie Mingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and motioned to Song Yuening to see Xie Zitao.

Xie Zitao, who had just been accusing Xie Mingyuan on the sofa, covered his ears with his hands at some point, and even turned his body to face the wall.

As if he felt someone's eyes on him, Xie Zitao immediately said loudly: "Uncle, Teacher Song, I didn't see anything, you don't need to worry about me, just continue!"

Although he complained about Xie Mingyuan's behavior of throwing him aside, Xie Zitao also knew that he could not disturb the two of them at this time.

Otherwise, after returning home, my uncle will definitely find various reasons to "clean up" him!
Song Yuening was dumbfounded by his actions. Just as she was about to say something, she felt a sudden burst of heat on her neck.

It was Xie Mingyuan who leaned over and hugged her when she turned to look at Xie Zitao.

Xie Mingyuan held her with a slight strength, as if he wanted to embed her whole body in his arms.

Song Yuening could feel Xie Mingyuan's warm hands on her back, and the man's broad chest made her feel inexplicably at ease.

She only hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hands to wrap around Xie Mingyuan's neck and responded to the hug.

Xie Mingyuan was stiff for a moment because of her movements, but he quickly reacted and hugged her tighter.

Song Yuening was a little tickled by Xie Mingyuan's chin resting on her neck. She couldn't help but move her head and patted him with a smile.

"Mr. Xie, haven't you hugged me enough?"

The arm on her waist still showed no intention of letting go. Song Yuening waited for a long time before she heard the man's dull voice.

"It's rare for you to take such initiative."

Song Yuening's heart moved slightly, and for some reason, she subconsciously continued.

"Then I'll be more proactive next time?"

After saying this, Song Yuening regretted it, but a laughter sounded in her ears.

She heard Xie Mingyuan say with a smile: "Okay."