The heat in the car was sufficient, looking at the scenery outside the window, Shang Xiaomo absentmindedly ate her cheesecake. After a long while, her gaze couldn't help but fall on the person driving the car. After hesitating for a while, she finally opened her mouth and said, "Next time, there's no need to go through all this trouble."
It was clear that he was trying to change the subject in a very stiff manner, and did not want to talk about it.
"I'm not hungry …" As soon as Shang Xiaomo finished speaking, her stomach uttered a sound that didn't give face, "Gulp, gulu ~ ~"
"I know, this thing doesn't suit your taste, right?" Jing An, who didn't know what he was going to buy, found a perfect reason for him to calm down, and only then did he succeed in breaking the silence in the carriage.
Of course, Shang Xiaomo followed through with the steps he gave her. Although she didn't even manage to taste the cake, but the cake should be around the same.
"Then let me hold it for you. It's not convenient for you to get off the car."
"Oh, okay." Shang Xiaomo obediently handed a piece of food over to him, and Jing An, who had brought the food she hadn't eaten much from, directly put a piece of food into her mouth after picking up the fork that Shang Xiaomo had used before.
Shang Xiaomo's foot had already stepped down, and when she saw this scene reflected in her eyes, she did not know how to react with her slow brain. She could not even complete a sentence, and her finger trembled as she pointed at Jing An, "You, you … …"
Actually, Jing An didn't really like eating sweet food either, but what Shang Xiaomo had eaten was a completely different story. His mouth was stuffed with food and he looked like he couldn't understand what Shang Xiaomo was trying to express and he followed her finger to look at himself, "Ugh, do you need me to help you? "But I don't have any hands left to help you."
"No, that... That's what I just ate. "
Originally, Shang Xiaomo would have stopped him when he was eating, but who would have known that he was eating so fast? In the time it took for to get off the carriage, he had finished the rest in a few bites.
"I saw it, but didn't you dislike it? And I just think this cake looks pretty good, and it tastes really good. It's very sweet. "
Even the finished trash was thrown into the trash bin by Jing An. What else could Shang Xiaomo say? Ye Zichen closed the car door helplessly. The other person didn't seem to mind. Wouldn't it seem like he was being stingy if he were to be in a dilemma?
"Mm, it's good as long as you like it."
"Very much, yes, well... I didn't have time to eat in the hospital today. Since you didn't eat either, why don't I go back and cook two bowls of noodles? After saying that, Jing An didn't give Shang Xiaomo the slightest chance to reject her offer and pulled her along, heading towards their destination.
From the day Jing An met Shang Xiaomo until he returned home, he had been creating topics for her to talk about. However, he did not do all of this to move Shang Xiaomo, or anything else, but he did not want her to be immersed in the worrisome state she had been in the day before.
Holding the big pillow in his hands, Shang Xiaomo rolled around on the sofa in a rather agitated manner. On the television, she played an animated film that used to kill time, and when her eyes drifted to her own small bag, she immediately took out her phone to take a look. Still no text message or answer, why did she have to mess with Ke Jin just a moment ago?
He carefully avoided the "source of danger" Shang Xiaomo and placed the bowl of noodles on the tea table. Jing An then picked up his own bowl and sat on the sofa on the other side, "Don't wander around, sleep after the noodles are done."
Shang Xiaomo had already experienced Jing An's culinary skills last time, so she temporarily threw what happened just now to the back of her mind and quickly sat on the sofa, holding another bowl of noodles. Just by smelling this fragrance, she was able to lure out the gluttony she had starved for the entire day.
After swiftly finishing a bowl of noodles, he did not notice Shang Xiaomo stumbling the moment she got up. Jing An was so shocked that he quickly put down the bowl of noodles in his hands and picked her up, "Are you alright?"
The person who fell onto the sofa was fine, just that Tang Sai was still there, and half of her sleeves were not spared. Looking at the culprit at the bottom of her feet, Shang Xiaomo pushed Jing An away with a smile, "I'm fine."
"Are you really alright?" Jing An, who had been pushed away, still couldn't help but pull her over to have a look. Feeling the wet sleeves in his hands, his brows instantly furrowed. How could you be so careless, eh? "
The wound on his wrist was originally somewhat torn, and adding on to the fact that it had splashed into the soup just now, Shang Xiaomo's lips were a little pale. However, she still smiled at Jing An, "I'm really fine, it's just that I lost a pillow just now, I didn't notice it when I stood up."
did not care about the mess on the floor and directly dragged Shang Xiaomo upstairs. She went to the wardrobe in her room and casually took out a set of clothes and placed it on top of Shang Xiaomo's head, "Can you go to the bathroom and change yourself?"
Considering that her wrist was not convenient, Jing An originally wanted to go down the stairs and wake Nanny Wei up to help her. However, Shang Xiaomo, who had thought of this and thought that it was impossible for him to change his wrist, was so scared that she immediately broke free from Jing An's grasp, pulled off her clothes that covered her eyes and ran into the bathroom to close the door.
Hearing the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, she felt at ease and changed her clothes. Although a person might have a little trouble, it wasn't impossible to change it. That hand tried its best not to put too much effort into it. It took him almost twice as long to solve the problem.
After changing everything with great difficulty, Shang Xiaomo finally opened the door and discovered that there was still one more person in the room, "Why haven't you left yet?"