esides helping you, what else could she do"Wang Ruqi saw that people's hearts were unstable and actually began to distort the facts.Shen Yian ignored Wang Ruoqi's mockery and walked up and down her bo...After taking a bite, my stomach started to rumble with anticipation.

He also thought that a gold-digging woman like Shen Yian wouldn't know how to cook, but he was surprised to find out she was pretty good at it.

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

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

"Hmm."

Song Rin looked at the pills and warm water handed to him, he hesitated for a moment, his mind seemed to be lost in thought.

When he drank water, he cast a glance at Shen Yian. A serene smile graced his fair face, giving one a very comfortable feeling.

She said again, "Mr. Song, after taking the medicine, go to sleep 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 took the medicine and got up to walk to the kitchen door. Watching the busy figure, he turned thoughtfully.

After washing the dishes, Shen Yian came out with a rag to wipe the table and found that it had already been cleaned by Song Lin. The tissues she had scattered while eating noodles were also neatly placed in the corner of the table.

At that moment, she added a few more points to Song Lin in her heart.

Although Song Lin was cold and even somewhat rejecting towards her, his manners and upbringing were extremely good.

This made her less reserved than before, and she would often chat idly.

Back then, when Gu Cheng went to her house for a meal, he even left his used tissue 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, what bad luck.

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

I have to say it tomorrow.

Shen Yian could only wash his hair and bathe with cold water again.

......

The next morning, Shen Yian got up to make breakfast. Thinking of Song Lin being sick, she boiled all the eight-treasure porridge she had bought.

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

Now the fridge is empty again.

No, I have to buy some groceries on my way home from work today.

She wants to eat! She wants meat!

Thinking about this, Shen Yian happily walked out of the kitchen holding a large bowl of Bā bǎo zhōu.

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

Shen Yian's swaying head suddenly froze, looking at Song Lin with some awkwardness, 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 accentuated his tall and slender figure. The morning sunlight was soft and hazy, and he stood in the backlight, as cold and dreamlike as ever.

Besides admiring Song Lin's beauty, she couldn't help but admire his physique. He was pale and weak yesterday, but today he practically radiates vitality.

"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 his bowl: "Mr. Song, you've just recovered from a serious 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. Just wait a moment."

Shen Yian's smile was so pure, it made Song Lin stop in his tracks.

It took Song Lin a few seconds to realize that he had been distracted by a woman.

Soon, Shen Yian brought out a bowl of Bāozhōu.

"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. This 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 found it unbelievable.

During that time, Shen Yian looked at Song Lin, wanting to speak but holding back.

"Mr. Song, that... the refrigerator is out of food, and there aren't many seasonings left. There's only one pot, so I was thinking we should maybe stock up"

After all, this is Song Lin's home, she should still give him a heads up.

Song Lin 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 an infrequently used card from his wallet and handed it to her.

"What is this" Shen Yian asked puzzledly.it doesn't name names, those who understand, understand.But who are they talking about this timeWho is so unlucky to be abused by their in-lawsHigh heels for three yearsSomehow familiar.Shen Yian didn...