ce her mother was hospitalized, she hadn't been cared for like this in a long time.Ten minutes later, Song Lin walked over with a bag.Shen Yi'an immediately reached out: "I can do it myself."This isn'...After taking a sip, his stomach started to rumble.

He also thought that a gold-digger like Shen Yian wouldn't know how to cook, but he was surprised by her decent skills.

After finishing his noodles, Shen Yian put the bowls and chopsticks away in the kitchen and then poured a glass of water for Song Lin.

"Take the pills first, and then drink a mouthful of cough syrup before bed. Don't drink any water within half an hour, otherwise the cough syrup won't work. This way you can sleep more comfortably at night."

"Hmm."

Song Lin stared at the pills and warm water that were handed to him, his mind seemed lost in thought.

When drinking water, he took a special look at Shen Yian. His fair face had a serene smile that gave people a very comfortable feeling.

She added, "Mr. Song, take the medicine and go to bed early. Work is important, but your health is more important."

After finishing her words, she realized that she might have talked too much.

She immediately changed the subject: "I'm going to wash the dishes."

Then she slipped into the kitchen.

Song Lin swallowed the medicine and got up to walk to the kitchen door. He looked at the busy figure and turned away thoughtfully.

After washing the dishes, Shen Yian took out a cloth to wipe the table. He found that it had already been cleaned by Song Lin, and even the paper towels she had scattered while eating noodles were neatly placed in the corner of the table.

Suddenly, she added a few points to Song Lin in her heart.

Although Song Lin was cold and even somewhat repelled towards her, he was extremely polite and well-mannered.

This made her less restrained than before, and she would occasionally chatter.

Back then, when Gu Cheng went to her house for a meal, he left the tissues he used to wipe his mouth on the table and expected someone else to clean it up. It was such a simple thing to do himself.

Thinking of Gu Cheng, Shen Yian immediately shook his head, truly unlucky.

She went back to her room to get her clothes ready for a bath, but when she walked into the bathroom and slapped her forehead, she realized she had forgotten to remind Song Linxiu about the showerhead again.

I have to say it tomorrow.

Shen Yian could only wash his hair and take a bath with cold water again.

......

The next morning, Shen Yian got up to make breakfast. Thinking of Song Lin's illness, he boiled all the eight-treasure porridge he had bought.

I can't let Aunt Mo know that Song Lin got sick under her "care," can I

Now the refrigerator is empty again.

No, I must go buy some groceries on my way home from work today.

She wants to eat! She wants meat!

Thinking, Shen Yian happily held a big bowl of eight-treasure porridge and walked out of the kitchen.

Perhaps too excited, she didn't notice the person standing opposite her. Her triumphant air was also seen right through by him.

Shen Yian's shaking head suddenly froze, looking at Song Lin with some embarrassment, but her heart skipped a beat. This was for the handsome guy.

This was still her first time seeing Song Lin dressed so formally. The pure black suit made his figure appear tall and slender. The morning sunlight was soft and hazy, and he stood in the backlight, as cold and dreamy as a phantom.

Besides admiring Song Lin's beauty, she couldn't help but admire his physique. Yesterday he was still weak and ill, today he looks radiant and full of life.

"Song, Mr. Song, good morning." She straightened her head and smiled sheepishly.

"Hmm."

Song Rin glanced at the steaming eight-treasure porridge in her hand.

Shen Yian smiled and put down her bowl: "Mr. Song, you've just recovered from your illness, so it's better to eat something light. I cooked your portion, but I didn't serve it because I didn't know when you would wake up. Please wait a moment."

Shen Yian's smile was so pure that Song Lin couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

It took Song Lin a few seconds to react, realizing he had been distracted by a woman.

Soon, Shen Yian brought out a bowl of Bāobǎo zhōu.

"It's just out of the pot, be careful it's hot," she reminded naturally.

"Hmm."

Song Lin took a sip of porridge, and his stomach instantly felt much better. It also gave his thoughts some fluctuation.

To think that he could live with a woman he met just yesterday and still eat breakfast so calmly, he himself found it unbelievable.

During this time, Shen Yian glanced at Song Lin, wanting to speak but holding back.

Mr. Song, that... the refrigerator is out of food, and we're running low on seasonings. We only have one pot as well, so I was thinking maybe it's time to do some shopping

After all, this is Song Lin's home, she should still let him know.

Song Lin only then remembered that he had only moved in a week ago, and he didn't really know what was missing from his home.

Thinking about it, he took out a seldom-used card from his wallet and handed it to her.

“What is this” Shen Yian asked, puzzled. Yian actually went too far. He wasn't satisfied with just poking him, the next second he directly grabbed his cheek."Shen Yian," Song Lin warned darkly."I've been with you for three years! I haven't...