"Xiyue, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." Cui Mingzhe blamed himself for this.

If he didn't make ice shavings on a whim, song Xiyue wouldn't be greedy for cold things, and it wouldn't be like this.

“D。 O。 It's not your fault. " Song Xiyue quickly comforts Cui Mingzhe.

Cui Mingzhe is the most long-term meal ticket for song Xiyue. He will never make a mistake. She is afraid that if Cui Mingzhe gives her something to eat after washing his hands in the golden basin, she will definitely die of heartbreak!

"Xiyue, where is your medicine? I'll find it for you." Zhao Ruicheng gets up to help song Xiyue find medicine.

Looking at the pain of song Xiyue now, he really hurts.

"On my bedside table, or somewhere else?" Song Xiyue said in some embarrassment, because she really can't remember where she put the medicine.

After all, songxiyue is a person who likes to put things around, and her memory is not very good. She can find things for half a day every time she wants to find something.

"OK, I'll find it." Zhao Ruicheng can only find it himself.

Zhao Ruicheng just went out. Liang Jiaci, who had gone upstairs, finally came down. He threw a hot water bag into song Xiyue's arms. His disgusted voice said, "cover it yourself."

"It's so hot." Song Xiyue muttered that she wouldn't take the hot water bag.

"Cover it." Liang Jiaci's lethal eyes swept song Xiyue and told her that if she didn't cover the hot water bag again, he would definitely want her to look good.

Although she was oppressed, song Xiyue finally covered the hot water bag.

Now Zhu Anxiang and Xu Hongshen, who were still in a confused state, finally reacted. Zhu Anxiang looked at Song Xiyue with a surprised look on his face, "when you came to my aunt, you still ate shaved ice!"

As soon as Zhu Anxiang said this, if it weren't for song Xiyue's stomach, he would be able to tear Zhu Anxiang's mouth now.

Mi Chengyun saw song Xiyue's embarrassed appearance and hurriedly pulled Raju Anxiang, "brother, stop talking."

"Canlie, shut up." Liang Jiaci also stared at Zhu Anxiang.

Zhu Anxiang immediately closed his mouth. He just cared about song Xiyue. Why are they so cruel to themselves? Can they play well together!

"Xiyue, is it much better now?" Although the front is still disgusted with song Xiyue, Liang Jiaci can't help but care about song Xiyue's current situation.

"Still a little uncomfortable." Song Xiyue was lying on the sofa weakly, looking like she was dying.

Although Liang Jiaci gave himself a hot water bag, it was much better than at the beginning, but it still didn't seem to play much role.

Now the best medicine is painkillers. Only when Zhao Ruicheng brings it over.

"Or have some more hot water." Ning Jiaxiang looked at Song Xiyue and pushed the water cup in front of her to let song Xiyue drink more water.

But at this moment, song Xiyue felt tired even sitting up. It was better to keep lying down. It was a little more comfortable than sitting, so she just shook her head weakly and didn't continue to talk.

She just wants to coordinate with her aunt quietly. Can you stop torturing her?

"I found it." After a long time, Zhao Ruicheng finally came in.