She murmured, but Xiao Qin had fallen asleep and didn't hear it.
An hour later, song Jiuyue woke up and looked at the ceiling. He found that he was not familiar with it. He wanted to get up with it, but he saw the man lying on the side with a frown.
After feeling her movement, Xiao Qinge kneaded her eyes and woke up with a bunch of stupid hair on her head. When she saw her, her eyes flashed. Finally, she got up and sat down beside the bed, staring at each other.
Song September was staring at the creepy, swallowing saliva, because the body is still tied bandage, her action can not be too big.
"Song September, do you know what you called me before you were in a coma?"
Song Jiuyue was stunned. In a flash, she shook her head. As soon as the yacht came ashore, she was already in a confused state. Now, she still has some unconsciousness in her mind. She even has a hard time talking. Her voice is as if she had been severely rubbed by frosted paper. It's very painful.
Xiao Qinge took the warm water beside her and put it to her mouth. The meaning is self-evident.
Song September took a drink with his hand, just like the long dry land suddenly met with timely rain, the whole person was relieved.
She met this person for the second time. The first time she met was in Africa. At that time, she was very embarrassed, but she didn't expect that this time she was even more embarrassed.
This person is Xiao Qinge, the third young master of the Xiao family. Although Fu Yan has never mentioned this person to her, she has an intuition that this is Xiao Qinge.
"Three..."
She opened her mouth and vomited such a word. Then she closed it slowly. Why did she call him third brother? It was like an instinct in her body. She pursed her lips and didn't say anything at last.
And Xiao Qinge, after she spit out that word, the whole person is very stiff, pick eyebrows, fingertips pinch her face, the face is true, the last time I met this person, he was also so testing, know this pair of skin bag is true, also more strange, why two unrelated people look so similar, and he always feel very comfortable in the face of this person Heart, like a cold winter, suddenly picked up a small cotton padded jacket in general.
"Song September, you and I are the same at first sight. You can raise any doubts. Maybe I will help you."
Song September's lips tightly pursed, found that although the man on the surface of light, but you can see that the other side is a little nervous, like looking forward to what, looking forward to what?
Xiao Qinge asked people to bring porridge and stir it carelessly with a spoon. On the one hand, he felt very puzzled that he was so kind to this person. He was so big that he was not so kind to anyone except the little one.
He put a spoonful of porridge next to song September's mouth, and song September naturally opened his mouth to eat it.
It can be seen that this man is taking care of people for the first time. The action of feeding porridge looks very clumsy, and a few drops are spilled on the sheet.
"You're going to poke me in the face."
She said so, Xiao Qin song's brow frowned, this person is in dislike him, it is presumptuous.
The servants in front of the door also felt fresh and exciting. The third young master was so kind to a girl and even fed porridge and water himself. It seems that the girl is undoubtedly the third young grandmother in the future.
Having enough to eat and drink, song Jiuyue leans in front of the bed, but he is playing his own little Jiujiu in his heart. This Xiaoqin song seems to like her very much. It's the love between relatives. It must be because of her face
In this case, can she make good use of it? Men all rely on coaxing. Now she still needs to find Fu Yan in Beihai. She must rely on this man's strength.
Miss Xiao, I'm sorry
She closed her eyes with tears.
"Third brother, I had several dreams about you and the other two brothers, as well as my mother. I dreamed that you said you would build an island for me. I was stung by bees, and you cried. Later, you took me to pick Chimonanthus, climbed a very high tree, fell down from the tree, and hurt my arm and waist."
Song Jiuyue tells her dream and regards herself as the heroine in the dream. Seeing Xiao Qinge's pale face, she doesn't know why and can't bear to. Is she cheating each other?
Xiao Qinge's hand holding the bowl was shaking all the time. At last, he looked away and his eyes were red. Only he and his sister knew about these things. This man said that he had dreamt about it. It's really silly. She is his sister, his sister Xiaoyue.
"Well, what else did you dream of?"
He hoarse voice said such a sentence, slowly clenched his fist, nails have been deeply embedded in the meat, the palm of the hand has long been bloody.
When song Jiuyue heard his voice of pain, she felt a slight sting in her heart. She was deceiving this person. She just told other people's life, but this person took it seriously. The other party must have thought that she was his sister, but had not Miss Xiao been found back?
"I also dreamt that you were punished to kneel down, and the old man waved a whip to punish you. You covered my eyes for fear that I might see it. Later, my buttocks were swollen, but you were willing to take me to play."Xiao Qinge's mouth has a trace of smile, accompanied by the sound, fell into memories. At that time, he was very naughty. He replaced the Buddha who was worshipped by his grandfather with a cat called Zhaocai and covered it with cloth. His grandfather worshipped the cat like that for a week. When he was found, his buttocks were swollen and he felt very embarrassed, thinking that he could not let his sister find out.
At that time, my sister always had two small problems on top of her head. She looked so cute that every time he liked to mess up her hair.
"Song September, what else did you dream about?"
His mood can not be calm, chest that place has been shaking, like being repeatedly beaten with a small hammer in general, eyes suddenly become gentle, quietly looking at this person.
Song Jiuyue is numb with that kind of sight. She can see that this person really loves his sister, but she is not. There is no memory in her mind. Although the memory before she was six years old is gone, there is always a voice telling her, don't dream, you are just miss song, you are Miss Song Jiuyue
"I I dream about a lot of things. Every time my third brother deliberately messes up my hair, he also says that he wants to tie the ball for me personally. You are very ugly. The elder brother and the second brother laugh at me for a long time. Later, I love face and never ask you to do it again. "
Xiao Qinge put the bowl aside, and the man suddenly faded his arrogance, as if he had pulled out all the sharp thorns.