Chapter 290

"Hey, I don't think it's any trouble." Leng Shaoheng avoided her hand, with a gentle tone and a touch of softness between her eyes.

Shen Qingqing had never seen such a gentle Leng Shaoheng. Even when he spoke coldly, he would not be as gentle as he is now. His handsome face became soft, and the cold and cold of the whole person disappeared without a trace. He was reluctant to snatch the porcelain spoon from him for a moment and wanted to seize the moment from the bottom of his heart.

Leng Yanmo saw Leng Shaoheng's gentle expression and tone, although he was complaining, that's right!

But his heart is sour, can't help saying, "Dad, Mo Mo also want dad to feed!"

Leng Shaoheng's hand stopped, frowned and looked at him. His voice was low and deep. "How old are you? I still need to feed you. Didn't Aunt Xiaolin teach you to use a spoon?"

Mo Du cold words from the mouth, dissatisfied with the head up, "Dad, you eccentric, Mommy are more than 20 years old, do not still need to feed it!"

This made Shen Qingqing blush and quickly waved his hand, "don't worry about me. I'll eat by myself. You can feed Mo Mo!"

Leng Shaoheng didn't like it, so he took a porcelain spoon, put lengyanmo on his leg, and fed lengyanmo a spoonful. After dinner, he fed Shen Qingqing a spoonful of soup. The division of labor was even and they didn't disturb each other.

Shen Qingqing's cheek is red to hot. She sighs in her subconscious. What are you doing? Robbing a child for food. It's a shame that such an adult has to be fed!

Her mind is very clear, but her body is very honest. Whenever Leng Shaoheng hands a spoon to her mouth, she can't help opening her lips and drinking it, because it's so beautiful to be taken care of, just like he is his favorite, giving her the illusion of being loved.

The warm afternoon sun through the thin glass window in the ward, add a little warmth to the warm scene, a large and a small quietly sitting there waiting for Leng Shaoheng to feed, the room is only the spoon collision porcelain bowl issued by the crisp sound.

Unknowingly, she had finished a whole bowl of soup. Leng Shaoheng frowned and hesitated to say, "the doctor said that your anesthetic strength has just passed and you should not eat too much. Do you want to drink it?"

She looked at the empty bottom of the bowl, sipped her lips and said, "no, I just I miss that feeling

Leng Shaoheng's lips rippled with a faint smile and looked at her tenderly, "what do you feel?"

"The feeling of being taken care of." Shen Qingqing's voice was inexplicably low, and her expression was a little gloomy. "When I was young, my father would feed me soup like this. When my sister saw it, she would be jealous and run to her father to feed her. He would hold my sister in one hand and feed us two sisters soup in the other. It's a pity that our relationship has not been good since my father died. "

When her father was alive, they quarreled with each other. Her father would stop her, and her sister would not dare to do anything to her because of her father's dignity. It's just extravagant to think of the past.

Leng Shaoheng saw the attachment in her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "are you homesick?"

"Yes, I miss home." Shen Qingqing's eyes were soaked in a layer of water mist, and her voice was choked.

Maybe people will be more vulnerable when they are sick. Now she misses her father's generous arms and the home she can never go back to.

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