Although she took a hot bath yesterday and drank the **** silk brown sugar water that Si Yizhen personally cooked for her, her Wen Xinya body was still sick.

He started having a fever at three in the morning, and because he shared the same bed with Si Yizhen, he soon found a Wen Xinya physical condition and quickly called for a doctor to see her.

The doctor said that it was just blown by the wind and cold, and it would be fine to inject it for two days, but it was Wen Xinya and hated the injection.

After taking the medicine, Si Yizhang twisted Wen Pazi to help her with physical fever, because she had a fever and weakness, and her head was drowsy, so she slept again.

Suddenly I felt that Si Yichang helped her from time to time to replace the paunch on her forehead, and from time to time she probed her body temperature. The warm paparazzi always exposed her skin when she was sweating and sticky. Wipe it again.

Gradually, she felt less hot and her head less chaotic and finally fell asleep.

As soon as I fell asleep early in the morning, I warmly and subconsciously touched my forehead, and my fever was gone!

Thinking of Si Yizhen's meticulous and considerate care last night, her heart was filled with joy and sweetness, and she had never been cared for like this for two generations.

Wenya was wearing Siyi's long robe and dragged her slippers out of the room. Siyi was not in the living room. She looked around the room and finally found him in the kitchen.

He wears a dark purple shirt, the noble and beautiful color, wears his noble and mysterious body, which makes him more and more powerful, and there is a transcendent attitude in the flatness.

While talking on the phone, he stirred the porridge in the pot and said, "Every grain of rice is blooming, and the fragrance is also coming out. I tasted it. The soft waxy sticky, can it be poured?"

Si Yizhen picked up a small porcelain white bowl and filled it with half a bowl of porridge, and then burned the red bean osmanthus nectar that had been prepared before to the fragrant porridge, took a small spoon and tasted it with a full mouthful of fragrance. The taste seems to be good, but he has not always liked sweets and he doesn't know if it is the taste.

Wen Xinya thought of what she said last night when she was coquettish, but did not expect that Si Yizhen actually boiled her porridge for her. The air was smelling the unique fragrance of rice, mixed with the sweetness of red bean paste and the sweetness of osmanthus. Suddenly a surge of emotions called emotions began to erupt.

Warm and quietly walked forward, hovering around his waist from behind his back, and put a small face on his skinny back with a slender spine, and gave him a soft two strokes: "I didn't expect Xia Sijiu, not only to go up In the hall, you can enter the kitchen! It's just a Miyoshi man. "

"The standard of the three good men, I only achieved two." Si Yizheng held her like this, feeling her full attachment to him, stirring the porridge in the pot, and feared that it would dangle again.

"Which two?" Everyone's understanding of Miyoshi's men is different, and Warm and Ya suddenly wondered how he understood.

Si Yizhu replied with a smile: "Go shopping, get into the kitchen!"

Nuan Ya couldn't help but ask, "What is the other thing that hasn't been done?"

"I didn't do it ..." Si Yiyun's tone was full of laughter and playfulness. The tone was so old, with a hint of charm, he turned around suddenly, holding her full of arms, in her ears He whispered, "Go to bed!"

"Smelly gangster!" Warm and ya could not help but stunned him, his face was instantly rouge stained, like a gorgeous hibiscus flower, charming and beautiful, amazingly beautiful.

"I just waited for you to grow up and did the third, so I can be called a good man." Si Yizhen kissed her slightly pale and dry lips, and his tongue slipped over her lips. Petals, with a gentle care.

The lips are soft, with a trace of slippery, dry lips feel fresh, and the Wen Xinya face is redder: "color embryo."

Si Yizhen's voice was low, and Qingrun's voice became more attractive and seductive: "[Sex] blessing of a woman is the most important thing for a man ... I also value it!"

Wen Xinya cheeks stared at Si Yizhen.

Si Yizhang saw her annoyed, thinking she was still ill, and did not continue to tease her, watching her with a sloppy face, her pale skin was as clean as jade, with a trace of pink, and reached out gently Penetrating her forehead: "The fever is gone. The doctor said that as long as the fever is gone, there will be no major problems."

Wen Xinya watched his beautiful eyebrows stretch, and her lips evoked a light smile, as soft as a cherry blossom.

Si Yizhen asked in a low voice: "Is there anything uncomfortable, and my head still hurts? Yesterday, I said my throat hurts. Do you feel comfortable today?"

Si Yiming thought that last night she squatted at the gate of Jiayuan Club facing the subzero temperature and biting cold wind, her heart shrinking. She was right, he should not be hesitant and hesitant. Anything can be calm and calm, Tarzan collapses without discoloration.

Wen Ya shook her head and said, "It's just that there is no strength on my body, nothing else is uncomfortable!"

Si Yizhen couldn't help but relax: "I have a fever, and I've taken off the water. I just feel like I'm weak. I can just rest for two days after eating something."

Warm and faint mouth, the smile on his face widened.

Si Yizhen said, "The doctor said that you should pay attention to rest. Why don't you sleep more in bed when you wake up?"

He looked at Si Yizhen warmly and pitifully, like a kid who was asking for sweets: "I'm hungry and can't sleep. I haven't eaten anything since last night."

Last night they were together with Zhou Tianyu, because they were worried about Si Yizhen and they did n’t eat anything. Later, he was brought to Jiayuan by Si Yizhen. He drank only a bowl of **** and brown sugar, and did n’t feel so hungry. The taste of sugar porridge even felt hungry.

Si Yizhu laughed and said, "You go out first, I cooked sugar porridge for you, and it will be all right."

When Wen Xinya, when they were not ready, they came to the stove. At first glance, they saw a mess of congee in a glass container on the stove. Some were boiled and some were boiled: "This is ... "

The seemingly simple sugar porridge is not easy to cook. This was already known by her early on, and she was still wondering just now. How could Si Yizhen listen to the instructions of others on the phone to make such a room full of raw sugar porridge, the original ... He started to cook for a long time and tried it again and again.

It seems that he has been busy for at least three or four hours. It is estimated that after she got sick and fever yesterday, he began to learn to cook sugar porridge.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she couldn't help shouting, "I asked you to cook sugar porridge for me, just to make you deliberate. Why are you so stupid!"