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Song Qingcheng takes a look at her and deserves the nickname of marrying a tigress. She definitely deserves the nickname.

She'd better go on with her work.

In a word, seeing that she has nothing to do at home, the stepmother's heart must be as uncomfortable as the ant bite, so she has to find something to do for her.

When the stepmother saw her go in again, she drew a sly smile from the corner of her mouth. Eyes then turned to the other side, secretly erected an OK gesture.

Song Qingcheng was working hard when several fountains suddenly gushed water.

"Ah

She screamed, instinctively want to hide, but the left side also spray cold water, the right side is also ferocious fountain in the water. Surrounded by the cold spring water, she became a drowned chicken in an instant.

Song Qingcheng took a breath, feeling a cool breath constantly drilling into his body. The whole person stood under the fountain, completely confused.

Spring spray of her eyes, but she will still stand in the pool, the expression of the stepmother's face schadenfreude look in the eyes.

Sure enough, they came prepared.

Ji Zhengting didn't see song Qingcheng downstairs. He heard that he was cleaning the fountain, so he came out to have a look.

As a result

What I see is a shivering child standing in the fountain

At that moment, he could clearly feel the sharp pain in his heart.

At the foot of the pace has strided meteor past, like those springs do not exist, directly into the pool will hold her waist.

The stepmother didn't expect that Ji Zhengting would suddenly appear. She quickly waved her hand and cried, "hurry, hurry, turn off the water."

The water at the fountain stopped suddenly.

When song Qingcheng came back, it was in a familiar arms. She was all wet and frozen, curled up in his arms, pale and shaking.

Ji Zhengting's distinct facial features are so cold that he almost drips out of the water, which makes people feel scared.

"Zheng Ting, are you ok? Look at your clothes. What if you catch a cold? " While worried, the stepmother wiped the water on her son.

Ji Zhengting just looked at his mother coldly. His eyes were cold and straight.

The stepmother shivered. Lip flap moved, want to explain, but Ji Zhengting has a step to hold song Qingcheng left.

……

As soon as Ji Zhengting came in, the housekeeper met him. He saw that song Qingcheng was wet all over his body, and so was his husband. He thought it was raining outside, so he subconsciously looked outside.

But it doesn't rain outside.

"Make some ginger tea and bring it up." Ji Zhengting left a cold word and went upstairs.

Back in the room, he looked at the woman in his arms. His facial features tightened again. Then, she was put down.

Song Qingcheng this meeting seems to really come back to God, eyes suddenly red up, big big tears out of control from the eyes fell out.

"You go, I don't want to see you. Your Ji family are all bad people, bad people..." Song Qingcheng broke down and cried. He yelled at him and pushed him out of the door.

Ji Zhengting took two small steps back and stood still.

Song Qingcheng couldn't push him. She clenched her fist and hit him on the shoulder, chest, and cried, "you go out, I don't want to see you, you will only bully me, you all bully me..."

She cried like a child.

Ji Zhengting stood still. When she was tired and had enough vent, he held her in his arms, clasped the back of her head with his big hand and held her tightly in his arms.

The fragile defense line at the bottom of song Qingcheng's heart seemed to collapse in an instant, and the tears were like a tap that had opened a valve, which could not stop pouring out. She threw herself in her arms and burst out crying, as if to cry out all the grievances she had accumulated in her heart.

Ji Zhengting was confused by her crying heart, holding her dripping hair, rubbing the voice line to open his mouth, "don't cry, go to take a bath, good."

He said it in a tone that seemed to coax her.

Song Qingcheng sniffed. He was still angry in his heart. He pushed him out of his arms. With tears in his eyes, he said, "go out!"

Ji Zhengting took a deep look at her, then stepped forward again, involuntarily picked her up and sent her to the bathroom.

"Ji Zhengting, let me go." Song Qingcheng struggled hard, tears fell down again.

Ji Zhengting just sent her to the bathroom, turned on the light, stepped out and closed the door.

Song Qingcheng looked at the locked door, and felt that he was standing at the door. She locked the door. However, there was no movement at the door. It seemed that he was not sure that she was taking a bath and would not leave.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her heart was wronged again, her eyes were red.

Today's event is clearly designed by the stepmother and Ji Ling in advance, so she will take revenge sooner or later.

It's not easy to stop the pain in my stomach, but it still hurts vaguely. It's so cold outside just now, and it's soaked with cold water. I'm afraid it's really hurt this time.There's no need to be angry with anyone. Song Qingcheng takes off his wet clothes and turns on the tap of the bathtub, hoping to take a hot bath instead of catching a cold.

Thinking about this, I suddenly sneezed twice.

……

When Ji Zhengting heard the sound of water inside, he left at ease. His clothes are half wet and he needs to take a shower.

He took a shower from the second bedroom and went back to the master bedroom to change. Song Qingcheng has already taken a bath and is lying on the bed. He seems to be asleep. Ji Zhengting looks at her, pauses slightly, and then goes to the cloakroom.

But after just two steps, he found something wrong. What happened to those who were crying just now? Did they fall asleep so soon?

She doesn't think song Qingcheng is such a forgetful or careless person.

Eyes fell back to the bed again, walked two steps, found a strange red floating on the woman's face. Frowning, she reached over to the bed and tried to walk.

As he expected, he had a fever.

He turned to leave the bedroom, went downstairs and told the housekeeper to bring up the medicine and thermometer. He took the ice bag from the refrigerator and went upstairs.

The night before last, she was still cooling him with an ice bag. She didn't expect to ask him for it so soon.

Of course, she can't be blamed this time.

Ji Zhengting put an ice bag on her forehead to cool her down. She was quite honest, sleeping and motionless.

In fact, the more so, the more worried he was.

"Cold It's so cold... " After a while, song Qingcheng whispered in her mouth.

"What did you say?" Her voice is very small, Ji Zhengting did not hear it clearly, so he listened carefully.

"It's so cold..." Song Qingcheng seems to have heard his question, or just his consciousness.

Cold?

Don't you have a fever, how can you be cold?