Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 633 Colds are contagious

Song Jing's tone was cold and his expression was ugly.

Bai Shao suddenly raised her head, her bright eyes shining like stars in the dim light of the street lamp.

"Brother Song, are you not angry anymore?"

"Who said I'm not angry anymore?"

Song Jing gritted his teeth and pushed away the person in his arms, feeling heartbroken for no reason.

Really, how could he become such a worthless person if he was a good person?

Bai Shao had never been in love before, and looking at Song Jing who still looked cold and serious, she really didn't know how to coax him next.

I had no choice but to sit back in the passenger seat and answer the questions seriously.

"I didn't know it was so cold in the mountains, and I forgot to bring my assistant. I didn't bring anything except a water bottle and a bag... Ah Sneeze!"

As Bai Shao talked, there was a soreness in her nose. She endured it again and again, but she couldn't hold it back and sneezed loudly.

A pain shot up to the tip of his nose, and Bai Shao's eyes suddenly became watery.

She quickly took out a tissue from the paper box and covered her face, her cheeks turning crimson with embarrassment.

So embarrassing, Brother Song must think she is very ungraceful.

Bai Shao thought in frustration, and simply fell silent and said nothing.

The next moment, her vision went dark, and a suit jacket carrying the residual warmth of the man's body fell from the sky and covered her head.

"Brother Song..."

A gust of wind blew past the car window. It was quite cold. Bai Shao hesitated for a moment, grabbed his suit jacket and wrapped himself tightly.

In fact, she was worried about whether Brother Song would be cold, but Brother Song was getting angry, so Bai Shao wisely chose to smooth it over.

Song Jing glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw her obediently putting on his clothes, and the tightness in his heart instantly dissipated.

Forget it, if he doesn't spoil his woman, who will?

Song Jing raised the corners of his mouth imperceptibly and started the car.

"Be patient, I'll take you to eat something first, and then go to the hospital."

"what?"

Bai Shao looked confused, what could he endure?
But when she raised her head, she saw the cold face of Song Jing's ascetic male god, so she had no choice but to swallow her words.

Song Jing opened the navigation and took Bai Shao to a famous local specialty restaurant in Yuncheng. He ordered a few light dishes and finally ordered a large portion of hot and sour soup.

"Brother Song, do you like hot and sour soup?"

White peony root is a bit strange.

Song Jing's taste is different from hers. She prefers spicy food, while Song Jing's food is mainly light.

The dishes are all light. Who is this hot and sour soup for?

Song Jing remained silent, scooped up a bowl of hot and sour soup and stuffed it into Bai Shao's hand: "You should drink ginger soup when you have a cold, but they say this hot and sour soup is more effective."

cold?

Bai Shao understood. She sneezed just now, and Brother Song thought she had a cold.

But at this moment, the faint headache and nasal congestion made Bai Shao realize that she had really caught a cold due to the cold night wind in the mountains.

Bai Shao obediently picked up the spoon and drank the soup. After taking a sip of the sour and spicy soup, her whole body warmed up.

She sincerely sighed: "Brother Song, you are so kind to me."

"You have a conscience."

The words sounded sincere and made people happy.

Song Jing's expression completely softened, but the more he looked at Bai Shao's crimson cheeks and overly red lips, the more he felt uneasy.

His big hand stretched out to cover Bai Shao's forehead, touching Bai Shao's slightly hot skin, and his heart skipped a beat.

Song Jing quickly retracted his hand, picked up the chopsticks and put vegetables into Bai Shao's bowl: "Eat quickly, I'll take you to the hospital after eating."

"Okay, I'll call the crew first and ask them which hospital Gu Wan is in."

Bai Shao felt more at ease. Brother Song was still thinking about her going to see Gu Wan. Brother Song would definitely not be angry anymore.

Song Jing choked and felt a little helpless: "I mean you, don't you feel any discomfort at all?" "No, I'm very fine."

Bai Shao looked at Song Jing with bright eyes: "As long as Brother Song is not angry, everything will be fine with me."

"you are silly!"

Song Jing's heart was slightly shaken, and he stretched out his hand to rub Bai Shao's head to hide the sudden surge of emotions.

He and his grandfather had been dependent on each other since he was a child. He once thought that he was born with an unknown destiny.

Born in the Song family in the imperial capital, he was destined to lose the love of his parents and would end up alone in the future.

But now, he feels that he is so lucky to meet such a person who has his whole heart and eyes full of him.

Bai Shao didn't know why Song Jing suddenly called her stupid, so she just lowered her head and ate quickly.

Brother Song drove over overnight and waited for her all day. He must be very tired. She could see the red bloodshot eyes in his eyes just now.

Hey, it’s another day of feeling sorry for Brother Song.

Ten minutes later, Bai Shao ended the meal.

During this period, Song Jing tried to stop her several times, but failed to stop her from devouring it.

Bai Shao patted her heart and stood up: "Brother Song, let's go to the hospital now. The crew has responded to my message."

"Yes." Song Jing handed over another bowl of soup: "Drink before leaving."

Bai Shao wanted to say that she couldn't eat anymore, but she ate too fast just now, and now she was a little choked.

Bai Shao picked up the bowl and drank half of it, then dragged Song Jing Feng Feng Huo Huo out.

Yuncheng has beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the air quality is particularly good. The moon hangs in the sky, and the sky is as clear as water.

The car drove through the cool night and headed towards Yuncheng Hospital.

Arriving at the entrance of the hospital, Bai Shao asked Song Jing to park the car.

"I don't know if Gu Wan has eaten yet. I'm going to buy her some food, milk and fruits. Brother Song, you go park the car first."

"You wait in the car, I'll buy it."

Song Jing pulled over and quickly came back carrying a box of milk, a fruit basket, and packed meals.

"Brother Song, you are so kind!"

As soon as Song Jing closed the car door, Bai Shao rushed over and hugged his neck, kissing him on the lips.

Song Jing's stern eyes instantly turned fiery. He reached out and clasped the back of Bai Shao's head, pulled him in front of him and kissed her fiercely.

While their lips and teeth were entangled, Song Jing had only one thought in his mind, to go back to the hotel directly.

Fortunately, he is still sane.

Bai Shao has a cold and is very likely to have a fever. Now is not the time to do whatever he wants.

Song Jing suppressed the clamoring impulse in his body and let go of Bai Shao.

Just as he was about to speak, Bai Shao suddenly covered his mouth with panic on his face: "I'm sorry, Brother Song, I forgot. I have a cold. Will it be transmitted to you?"

"..."

Song Jing was silent for a moment and glanced sideways at her: "You already kissed her, and you're just thinking about it now. Isn't it too late?"

"It's all my fault, I was too excited!"

Bai Shao reflected deeply and took out a mask from her bag and put it on her face: "It's much safer now."

Song Jing endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He reached out and pulled off her mask, then leaned over and hugged her and kissed her hard.

Bai Shao was slightly out of breath: "Brother Song, colds are really contagious..."

"Then let's catch a cold together, I'm not afraid."

Song Jing's breath was also a little unsteady. He calmed down with difficulty and relied on his remaining sense to start the car and step on the accelerator.

By the time the car parked in the parking lot of the hospital, Song Jing's aura had returned to its solemn and solemn aura.

He stepped out of the car with his long legs, holding a milk and fruit basket in his left hand, with packed meals hooked on his fingers.

Even so, he still had his right hand free to hold the white peony root.

(End of this chapter)