Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

He didn't know that the smell was unpleasant, or the taste was too bitter. He stretched his face and stared out the window without saying a word.

Su Mu heard the sound of the door, turned her head and looked at Song Qingchun, smiled at her, then turned around and persuaded Su Zhinian gently and kindly: "A Nian, why do you want to eat some , Eat well and fast."

Su Zhinian ignored her mother's words.

"A Nian, do you want to eat medicated porridge, you can also, what do you want to eat, tell mom, mom will buy you now..."

Song Qingchun still didn't respond to Su Zhinian, and could not help but whispered softly: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what happened to Anian. When I just woke up, I said I wanted to eat. I warmed him up, and he didn't want to eat again..." Su Mu said.

Song Qingchun frowned and looked at Su Zhinian, with a tone of blame: "How can I not eat?"

Su Zhinian didn't speak, but still that indifferent expression.

He was badly injured, his face was pale, and his eyebrows were somewhat fragile.

I don't know if it was Song Qingchun's illusion, she actually saw a lonely and sad feeling from his face staring out the window.

Song Qingchun was injured because of Su Zhinian and felt guilty at the bottom of her heart. At this time, watching him like this, it was even more painful and accommodating. She sighed softly and whispered to Su Mother, "I will try it." "

Su Mu just said that she had persuaded Su Zhinian for most of the day, but she really took him for granted. After listening to Song Qingchun's saying, she immediately compromised and stood up, giving the seat to Song Qingchun and handing the bowl over.

Song Qingchun stirred the porridge twice, scooped it up, raised it to her mouth, took a sip, and bitterly she almost spit it out, but the temperature was appropriate, so she followed the bowl and handed it to Su Zhinian’s mouth By the way, she saw that he was still squeezing his mouth and did not mean to speak. Song Qingchun was like coaxing a child, and said softly, "Even if you have no appetite, you should eat a little."

"I know this porridge is not delicious, but it is good for my health. I have rose sugar in my bag, which can suppress the bitter taste later."

In Song Qingnian's impression, if Su Zhinian was unwilling to do something, either she refused to give people a face, or she walked away and walked away, so he was the first time that his face was silent. See you.

Before he went to bed, he was in a good mood. How did he wake up so unhappy?

Is it because of the injury that you can only lie on the bed every day and feel uncomfortable?

Song Qingchun thought about it, still in that soft and soft tone: "I know you are uncomfortable to lie down like this every day, but you have to eat the porridge so that your body can be better, so that you can move early..."

Su Mu saw Song Qingchun persuading him, Su Zhinian still didn't mean to eat, and couldn't help but interjected again: "A Nian, what do you want to eat? Do you tell Mommy? OK, Mom will buy it for you ,quickly……"

"Aunt Su, the medicine porridge is a prescription prescribed by Dr. Xia. It is very good for your health. The things you bought are also junk food. If you eat it, it will be good for your health. If you do it, you will hurt your body." After the mother finished speaking, she turned her head back and had a good-tempered gentle look: "... Or else, I will ask the doctor tomorrow, if you can go out to blow the hair, if I can, I will push you downstairs, will you? "