Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 166 I Have Been Waiting For You To Come Back
After taking the antipyretic, the temperature on Lu Jingyan's body didn't seem so hot anymore.

Song Xiaolin tucked in the quilt and gently covered him.

"Child……"

Suddenly, he whispered something in his mouth, like talking in a dream.

She couldn't hear clearly, so she leaned over subconsciously: "What did you say?"

Even when he was in a dream, his brows were still drooping, his lips were as pale as falling snow, and that extremely broken and withered feeling made people feel a sense of decadence, as if he had lost the most important thing. The yellow lamp enveloped him softly, like an illusory existence, and like a hoarse roar in the depths of the soul, but in the end, it was more like a whisper in the wind, "Child, it's not just you, I am also like you."

Same as her?
For some unknown reason, Song Xiaolin's heart suddenly jumped, and there was an unspeakable expectation: "What?"

In the next second, I heard him muttering to himself, "Actually, I have always been trapped in the North City, trapped in that small theater and couldn't get out. Even after you left the North City for five years, I Never, I've been here...waiting for your return."

Mixed with shallow and warm breath, slowly passing by.

At that time, her heartbeat was obviously one step ahead of her, and it slammed violently.

With hindsight, she suffocated for a moment, and suddenly lost all thinking ability in her blank mind, and even forgot what she should do. It was not until the phone beeped that she was dazed for a long time. Sober, taking advantage of his confusion, he tentatively asked: "Lu Jingyan, these five years, why would you rather wait for me in Beicheng than come to France to find me?"

He waited for her in Beicheng for five years.

But he didn't know,
She also waited for him in France for five full years.

So, is it still God's will to trick people in the final analysis?
Unfortunately, Lu Jingyan didn't murmur anymore.

His breathing was shallow and gentle, as if he had fallen asleep completely.

Unable to get an answer, although Song Xiaolin felt unwilling, he had nothing to do.

On weekdays, he was very cautious, always put on the airs of an adult, so cold and alienated, he couldn't say anything at all, and it was difficult to tell the truth from the fake, but now that he was asleep, he seemed a bit sincere and innocent, but Still can't figure out anything.

She felt an inexplicable sense of frustration in vain.

But in the end, she could only sigh helplessly and accept the fact of failure.

She reached out and touched Lu Jingyan's forehead. It was still a little hot, but it was not as hot as before. When he wakes up tomorrow, he will take some medicine and drink some light hot porridge, and the fever should be gone.

There was a faint cold wind rushing in from the room.

But the windows are closed, where is the wind coming from?

Ah yes!

With a flash of inspiration, she suddenly remembered.

She usually likes to leave the bathroom window open for air.

It must have been the wind blowing in from the bathroom.

After Song Xiaolin turned off the light by the bed, he got up and walked into the bathroom.

As soon as I walked in, I was immediately wrapped in a chill.

In that unknown light, she saw a layer of translucent water glowing on the floor.

Ok?Why is the ground wet?

Has he ever had a bath?
She stepped forward to close the window, the sound of the wind stopped, and the coldness faded away. At this moment, she suddenly touched something similar to clothes under her feet. Looking down, it was his white shirt and suit pants, which were thrown in the corner.

She bent down to pick them up one by one, but felt extremely heavy.

Just because the white shirt and suit pants were soaked, even dripping water.

I suddenly felt a grain by grain in my hand, a hard texture.

Came from suit pants.

Song Xiaolin opened the pocket and took out the contents.

It's a few chocolate candies.

The few chocolate candies she threw in the trash can.

At this moment, the paper bag was faintly glowing with moonlight.

It turned out that he picked them all up.

At that time,
Song Xiaolin had neither the urge to cry nor the desire to laugh.

She just suddenly felt that all this was such a pity.

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Early the next morning, Song Xiaolin got up to prepare breakfast.

To be honest, it is rare for her to wake up so early when there is no schedule.

Especially getting up to make breakfast!
If Ji Yu saw this, he might wonder if he had seen a ghost.

The whole Arabian Nights is simply a miracle of the world...

Lu Jingyan's white shirt and suit pants, as well as her red dress, hung on the balcony.

When the wind blows, they are entangled and intertwined.

Like falling in love in the cold wind, and never turning back.

The mild fragrance of Nan Gardenia-flavored laundry detergent mixed with the aroma of hot porridge and rice in the kitchen, surprisingly, there is a kind of peaceful beauty in the years.

"Child."

Song Xiaolin, who was so busy, was suddenly startled by the voice behind him.

She turned her head subconsciously, but stared at her for a moment.

Lu Jingyan, who was not far away, leaned against the door, his hair was disheveled when he just woke up, and the fluffy linen pajamas added a touch of laziness to him, he tilted his head slightly, and looked at him tenderly against the light Instead of her usual coldness and aloofness, she seemed a bit surly and flamboyant like never before.

Even if it is such a decadent appearance that does not trim the length, it still makes people's hearts flutter.

Even more exciting.

Although he is over thirty, he looks like the boy in white in the oil painting.

Clear, unruly.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, depicting the old days stroke by stroke.

But a few seconds later, the atmosphere was suddenly broken——

I saw that Lu Jingyan suddenly raised his fingertips and pointed, his voice was slightly hoarse when he just woke up, and there was a slight smile that seemed to be there, "Don't look at me, the pot is overcooked!" .”

It wasn't until this moment that Song Xiaolin woke up suddenly, and finally smelled the burning smell, and she was in a hurry to turn over the overcooked vegetables in the pot with a shovel.

What a shame! ! !

What a shame.

And the more he thought about it, the more embarrassing he became, his gaze was on his back.

She cursed angrily in her heart, Song Xiaolin, what kind of fucking nympho are you doing so early in the morning!It's not like you haven't seen a man before? ? ?
Moreover, was he laughing at her just now? ! !

After a few minutes, breakfast was finally ready.

Polenta, pumpkin and millet porridge, cabbage porridge, spinach soup, bread and toast...

By the way, there is also the bone broth stewed last night.

She served them on the dining table one by one, and the curling smoke blurred Lu Jingyan's outline.

He chuckled lightly, "Are you planning to change your career?"

Instead of being a celebrity, become a restaurant proprietress instead?

Looking at the sumptuous table of dishes, Song Xiaolin couldn't imagine that she cooked so many dishes by herself. She still had a sense of accomplishment in her heart and didn't bother to argue with him: "I accidentally cooked too much. Let me force you to eat a little."

This carelessness was really too careless.

Hearing this, he curled his lips silently, and opened his mouth unhurriedly, telling the truth a little deliberately, "Pole porridge, pumpkin and millet porridge, cabbage porridge, spinach soup, I remember that these are all things that are easy to eat after a fever." Food to eat?"

(End of this chapter)