The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Apparently she underestimated the strength of her attack. After lunch, Sister Huan came to call for dinner and did not wait for Song Jingchen to wake up.

Shen Yijia didn't eat lunch and was too hungry, so she had to go to eat first.

The two hadn't left the room for a day and thought they would be questioned.

Shen Yijia had already thought about the words in her heart, but she didn't, and even Song Jingchen didn't come to have dinner, and Mrs. Li didn't even ask.

She just kept adding vegetables to her to make her eat more. With the strange eyes of Widow Wang, Shen Yijia ate a round belly.

When he left the dinner table, he heard Widow Wang whispering advice to Mrs. Li.

"Your son's body is too weak, you have to give him more supplements. I know a recipe, can you try it for him another day?"

Li's face was flushed, and she wanted to defend her son. Thinking of Shen Yijia's strange strength, she muttered, "It's Sister Jia's physical strength."

Shen Yijia: "?"

Not knowing that she has been misunderstood as a female hooligan who squeezed her man dry, Shen Yijia Shi Shiran went back to her room.

Song Jingchen still didn't wake up, if it wasn't for him still breathing.

Shen Yijia had to suspect that she had become a little widow.

Thinking of Widow Wang fighting wits and bravery with Tie Dan every day, Shen Yijia shuddered.

Oh no, she has no children.

I have to say that Shen Yijia was really cruel, and when Song Jingchen woke up, it was already the end of his ugly time.

He opened his eyes and looked around before realizing where he was.

Shen Yijia was dozing off while sitting on the side, the chickens seemed to be pecking at the rice bit by bit, and they were covered with a blanket from head to toe, revealing only her small face the size of a slap.

It looks kind of funny.

Shen Yijia's hand was still holding his tightly, and Song Jingchen even felt a tingling sensation in his hand.

The inexplicable pain in his body disappeared, replaced by a tingling pain in the back of his neck.

Thinking of the scene before fainting, Song Jingchen helped his forehead helplessly.

It didn't hurt to death, and was almost slapped on the neck by this little girl.

Seeing how tired Shen Yijia was sleeping, Song Jingchen sat up and wanted to hug her down.

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

The thigh, which had been immobile before, had just been exerted.

Song Jingchen was stunned, his heart was extremely complicated, excited, and confused, and more importantly, he couldn't believe Shen Yijia's ability.

Subconsciously moving her hands, Shen Yijia immediately woke up.

Song Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was still alive.

"You, are you awake? How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?" Shen Yijia opened her mouth and asked three times, holding Song Jingchen's hand and shaking it.

The numbness in his hand made Song Jingchen take a deep breath and hurriedly grabbed the restless little hand with his backhand.

Shaking his head, he nodded again.

Shen Yijia is confused: You are shaking your head and nodding, whether it hurts or not.

"There is still a little pain in the back of the neck, but no pain elsewhere." Song Jingchen also looked at Shen Yijia's hand meaningfully when he said this.

Shen Yijia guiltily pulled out her hand and touched her nose: "Maybe it's a sequelae. What about your legs? Can you move?"

Shen Yijia was still a little nervous after asking, and looked at Song Jingchen's legs with a solemn face, for fear of hearing a negative answer.

She has always relied on her own spiritual fluid. If the spiritual fluid can't save Song Jingchen's legs, she doesn't know what to do.

Song Jingchen stared at her for a long while, then suddenly curled the corners of his lips and nodded.