Wen Cai was so familiar with other men's threats. But she seemed to have no way to resist - who is Song Xiyuan? What can he do?

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Wen Cai finally slowly turned his head, looked at the spoon handed to his lips, and opened his mouth gently.

It was just a very ordinary white porridge made of rice with clear water, without any other taste. She tasted light and was upset. She couldn't eat it after taking a few bites. Don't start: "I won't eat it anymore."

Seeing that she had eaten a little, Song Xiyuan did not force her anymore. She put the bowl aside, got up and walked aside, took out the cotton swab alcohol and the potion left by the doctor before.

"I've got an injection." He walked back to the bed, looked at Wen Cai and said, then lifted the quilt on her body.

It was not until he even lifted up her nightgown that Wen Cai finally came to his senses and reached out to cover his buttocks: "What are you going to do?"

Song Xiyuan Yangyang took the injection in his hand: "I said, get the injection."

"I don't need you to beat me." Wen Cai was still stubborn in his dizziness.

"Who wants to beat you?" Song Xiyuan said, "Nannan? Or can you do it yourself?"

She opened her eyes and glared at him: "I don't want you anyway."

Seeing her eyes full of alertness and defense, Song Xiyuan's face slightly darkened, and then said, "Don't worry, I won't have any interest in a sick woman."

After he finished speaking, he had already turned Wen Cai over, lifted up the hem of the skirt, pulled down the bottom. He first used a cotton swab to disinfect it, and then slowly irritated the needle to the skin and pushed the potion in.

But his skills are really not very good. Even Wen Cai, who is already weak all over, sweats a lot.

Song Xiyuan had never done such a thing before, and it was reasonable to have poor skills. He finally took out the needle, but his hands and feet were actually stiff. He turned Wen Cai over again and covered him with a quilt, and finally finished it.

"Let's take a break first." Song Xiyuan looked at his watch and said, "I'll ask you to get up and take medicine when it's time."

Wen Cai glanced at him, slowly closed his eyes, thought for a long time, and suddenly he never said anything to refuse, turned his head slightly, and fell asleep again.

Song Xiyuan kept waiting for her to sleep before going downstairs, taking care of Nannan to take a shower, and then delivering the little girl to the bed. He returned to Wen Cai's room.

The room was full of heating, and she was sleeping soundly in the quilt, but her face was still pale.

Probably, it's really hard, right?

Song Xiyuan reached out and gently stroked her forehead, then slowly touched her face and did not leave for a long time.

At two o'clock in the morning, Wen Cai was woken up by him to take medicine.

Perhaps because of an injection a few hours ago, when I woke up again, Wen Cai's strength had recovered a little and could support him and sit up.

Song Xiyuan put the medicine for her, handed her another cup of warm water, and watched her eat it, then he felt relieved, packed up some things and took them downstairs.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the kitchen, footsteps suddenly came from his back. When he looked back, Wen Cai actually followed him down.

Song Xiyuan immediately frowned: "You can tell me what you want, what are you doing when you get out of bed?"

"I'm not Lin Daiyu, I'm not that delicate." Wen Cai gave him a pale face, walked to the refrigerator, and opened the refrigerator door.

As soon as she opened it, she was stunned. She searched for it up and down, but couldn't find what she wanted. Finally, she turned her head to look at him: "Where is my salad?"

Song Xiyuan held his arm and leaned against the side of the cooking table, and said lightly: "Take it away."

"Why are you..." Wen Cai was anxious, and his head suddenly became dizzy again. He quickly stopped and took a long breath before he recovered.

"If you are hungry, if you have white porridge, there will be nothing else." Song Xiyuan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Cai took a deep breath, then opened his eyes again, looked at him quietly for a moment, and suddenly said, "Then please hurry up."

After saying that, he walked out of the kitchen first.

Song Xiyuan watched her slowly walk to the sofa and sit down, then turned around and turned on the fire, put the white porridge he had cooked on and heated it.

When the hot porridge came out, Wen Cai leaned against the sofa cushion and was already a little confused again.

Song Xiyuan sat next to her and then she suddenly woke up. Seeing that he was about to feed him, she quickly sat up straight, took the bowl from him, and ate it bite by bit.

Song Xiyuan kept watching her finish eating before speaking again: "Do you still want it?"

Wen Cai shook his head: "No need."

Then she watched Song Xiyuan get up, and in the manner of a family man, she packed up the bowl she had just finished eating and took it into the kitchen.

Wen Cai stood up from the sofa and suddenly said to the kitchen: "Did you come here early today?"

Song Xiyuan poked a head out of the kitchen: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, wait for me." Wen Cai said lightly and suddenly walked upstairs.

This aroused Song Xiyuan's interest. He walked out of the kitchen and leaned against the sofa waiting for her to come down.

When Wen Cai got down from the upper floor again, he had an extra wallet in his hand.

When she came to Song Xiyuan, she opened her wallet and counted the money while saying, "You came this morning, it's already the second half of the night. I'll calculate you twenty-four hours. According to the general housekeeping price of Vancouver, it should be more than enough to give you this number."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Cai had already stuffed the money into Song Xiyuan's hand, and then looked at him: "Now you can leave."

Song Xiyuan never expected that the result he had been waiting for. In amazement, Wen Cai had already stepped forward and opened the door: "Mr. Song, please."

After coming back to his senses, Song Xiyuan lowered his head and smiled, then put the money in his pocket, walked to the door, stood face to face with her, and smiled: "Then I'll come to work tomorrow."

Wen Cai's face changed. He had already lowered his head and kissed her lips quickly.

She quickly avoided, pushed him out of the door, and slammed the door.

Song Xiyuan stood at the door for a moment before turning around and walking towards the house next door.

Wen Cai quickly walked into the kitchen and looked out from the small kitchen window. Sure enough, he was so angry that he was dizzy when he saw Song Xiyuan walking into the house next door.

Seeing his home clothes and slippers on his feet, she should have thought that he must be living nearby, but she didn't expect that he was really like this!

Is it time for her to move? But how could she avoid Song Xiyuan by moving alone?

Wen Cai sat on the sofa underneath for a night, afraid that Song Xiyuan would raid into the house the next day. The next morning, she suddenly woke up and found that nothing unexpected happened, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She got up and wanted to see what Nannan was like. Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked to the door, she suddenly heard Nannan talking inside, vaguely through the door, and couldn't hear what she was saying.

Wen Cai suddenly opened the door, but saw that Nannan had woken up and was lying in the quilt, holding a cartoon walkie-talkie in her hand!

"Nannan, who are you talking to?" Wen Cai frowned. In fact, she knew it if she didn't ask.

"Mom!" Seeing her, Nannan immediately let go of the walkie-talkie in her hand and got up from the bed. "Stephen said that it's time for mother to take medicine, and Nannan asked Nannan to take care of her mother and take medicine!"

It was indeed him. Wen Cai couldn't help but hold his forehead.

The little girl said that she was about to get out of bed. Wen Cai hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her: "Be good at Nannan, mom, don't worry, can you wash Nannan's face first?"

Nannan nodded obediently.

After the mother and daughter finished washing up, Wen Cai hugged Nannan downstairs and under Nannan's command, she walked into the kitchen to boil water and take medicine for herself.

Nannan has never been allowed to enter the kitchen, so when Wen Cai is busy in the kitchen, the little girl can only stay in the living room.

However, when Wen Cai cooked the water and walked out of the kitchen, Nannan stood at the door of the room, and the foreign enemy she didn't want to see the least had successfully invaded.

"Mom." Nannan waved at Song Xiyuan's arms, "Stephen took Nannan to the supermarket to buy things. After taking the medicine, she wanted to rest obediently!"

"Nannan!"

Wen Cai shouted, Song Xiyuan had reached out to hold the door handle, then said to her, "Nannan has my care, you can rest well", and then closed the door.

Wen Cai fell to the sofa weakly, stroked his forehead and pondered for a long time, only wanting to find a perfect solution to Song Xiyuan.

But no. All the methods she could think of need to be based on the premise of not hurting Nannan. If it hurt Nannan, then she would definitely not use that method.

She stayed quietly on the sofa for a long time, and the phone number of the house suddenly rang. Wen Cai came back from her palpitations and answered the phone: "Hey?"

"Wen Cai, it's me." Her familiar, low and warm male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Wen Cai was stunned: "Mr. Qiao?"

Qiao Shaorong laughed softly: "Are you interested in coming out for a cup of coffee?"

Wen Cai suddenly widened his eyes: "Are you back?"

"Yes." Qiao Shaorong whispered, "If it's inconvenient, then forget it."

"No, no, no, there's nothing inconvenient." Wen Cai quickly stood up and said, "Is it still the same cafe? I'll come here right away."

When Wen Cai arrived at the cafe, Qiao Shaorong was already sitting by the window, with a cup of hot coffee in front of him.

Wen Cai hurried over: "Mr. Qiao, when did you come back?"

Qiao Shaorong stood up, gentlemanly pulled the chair for her, let her sit down, and then returned to her seat and replied, "I came back last night."

When he looked up, he found that Wen Cai's face was not very good. He frowned slightly and said, "What's wrong? I feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Cai shook his head: "It's nothing, I have a little cold."

"Sorry, you should tell me, I won't ask you out." A trace of guilt flashed in Qiao Shaorong's eyes, "Then don't drink coffee, you need a glass of milk."

Wen Cai nodded and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Qiao."

"I came back last night and talked to Icy on the phone, but I heard from her that Song Xiyuan is here?" Qiao Shaorong suddenly spoke.

The smile on Wen Cai's face suddenly froze: "How could I know?"

When Icy came to her house that day, she probably didn't see Song Xiyuan, and she didn't mention this to Icy.

"I didn't ask about this." Seeing that her face changed, Qiao Shaorong smiled and said, "Don't worry, with Icy's professional ethics, she wouldn't say anything she shouldn't say."

Wen Cai then breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and frowned, "I absolutely believe in Icy."
To be continued...