Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

That night, Zhong Ying slept soundly, and rarely took any medicine.

It was also because Song Yang confiscated all her sleep aids, and she couldn't take them if she wanted to.

The next day, the aroma of toast woke her up from her sleep.

Open your eyes, the white window screen moves gently with the wind, and the sunlight flows on the quilt like water.

Zhong Ying just lay quietly on the bed, observing everything around her, like a little ghost who just escaped from hell, returning to the world, liking everything and seeing everything beautiful.

She felt the changing light and shadow, stroked the dry and clean cotton sheets, breathed in the aroma of food floating up from the kitchen on the first floor, and imagined the man in the kitchen making breakfast for her...

Thinking about it, a person actually giggled.

How many beautiful mornings had she missed in those busy days?

Wrapped in a shawl, she came to the terrace outside the bedroom, leaned on the railing, and looked down.

It's like moving here for the first time, everything is new.

What kind of tree is that tree, what kind of fruit does it bear, when was it planted, and was it there when the house was handed over?

There are fish in the pond downstairs!Following her such a bad master is not dead, the vitality is really strong.

All of these are truly lovely, and she has never noticed them before.

Suddenly there is a feeling of guilt.

While secretly annoyed, a slender figure appeared in her small courtyard.

He was wearing a light blue cotton shirt, a casual style, with the cuffs rolled up casually, and two buttons on the neckline, which was refreshing and sunny.

Standing in her semi-desolate small courtyard, it fits well with this crisp autumn day, and also matches her small courtyard, like a good man at home.

At this time, this "good family man" was carrying a white paper bag, came to the pond, grabbed a handful, and sprinkled it into the water.

Crazy hungry fish floated up one after another, scrambling to be the first.

Zhong Ying couldn't help laughing, thinking, hurry up and eat more, and no one will care about you in two days.

As she thought about it, the person downstairs even said to herself: "Hey, eat more, it's better to feed a ghost than to starve to death."

"Hey! Why are you cursing me fish?"

He looked up at Zhong Ying, "Do you still use my curse?"

Zhong Ying was too lazy to quarrel with him: "Is the meal ready, my snail girl?"

"There are still 2 minutes, and it's just right for you to come down now."

"Then I'll wash up and go."

Just as Zhong Ying turned around, he was stopped by him again.

Song Yang glanced at her, "Wear more, you still have a low fever."

Zhong Ying was stunned for a moment, how did this person know that she had a low fever.

In a trance, she remembered that in her sleep, someone had taken her ear temperature, which made her itchy, and later that person touched her forehead.

I thought it was a dream, but it turned out to be real.

As for his going in and out of her room, Zhong Ying didn't mind that much, she was used to being careless, and people normally cared about her, so she wouldn't be hypocritical.

It's just that Zhong Ying's heart warms when she thinks that Song Yang came to visit her early in the morning.

There was a time before, when she got up every day, her heart was always beating fast, and she was always worried that she would die suddenly in the room, and no one would notice it for a week.

The second brother asked her to hire a live-in nanny or housekeeper.

But she couldn't come back once a month, and she felt it was unnecessary.

And she had heard some unappetizing cases.

For example, in the houses that the rich do not live in, there are servants who come to live in secretly with their families, and some are rented by servants to film and television companies for filming.

There is also a bodyguard of a collector, who was originally in charge of security, but ended up selling a small item every month. The collector does not always count the items, and many things are forgotten by himself, which is convenient for these wicked people. up.

Not to mention, the neighbor across from her encountered a bad thing some time ago. The neighbor was abroad all year round and left the house to an uncle to take care of it. As a result, the uncle took the aunt home to mess around, and she was still a different aunt.

After being discovered, the neighbor who responded directly sold the house.

Anyway, the most indispensable thing for rich people is parasites.

She was afraid that if she turned her back, she would also meet that kind of person.

So Zhong Ying just left the house empty and deserted, and when she was going to come back to live in, she asked the cleaning aunt to do the cleaning in advance.

Every time I think about this, I feel very sad. Money solves most of the troubles in her life, and the rest are all that money can't solve, such as trust in others, such as the fear of dying alone.

Thinking wildly, Zhong Ying finished washing and went downstairs.

Song Yang had already returned to the house and put breakfast on the dining table.

After eating a mouthful of roasted meat floss toast and drinking hot coconut milk, Zhong Ying felt that she had finally come back to life.

"I haven't made it for a long time, is it still delicious?" Song Yang asked.

"Still so good!" Zhong Ying was not stingy in praising this one. She has been busy all morning for her, so she should give her a good compliment.

Song Yang received her admiration, and there was a faint smile on his face.

Zhong Ying looked at him, the more he looked like a good man at home, he couldn't help sighing: "You are so virtuous, I want to marry you!"

He smiled, "Is it less than 40 years old?"

"Isn't this tied to your stomach by you!"

"I don't usually have time to cook. It's similar to your living habits. That's when I lived at my aunt's house for a few years, I cooked for my aunt every day and learned this."

When he talked about his aunt, there was a trace of sadness on his face.

Zhong Ying sighed: "It's such a pity, auntie..."

"At that time, if I had as much money as I have now, maybe my aunt could live a few more years."

"Forget about the past, you've done a good job."

Zhong Ying patted the back of his hand.

Song Yang gave her a bleak smile and nodded.

Zhong Ying knew about his relationship with his aunt.

Song Yang's parents died when he was very young, and his aunt brought him up.

My aunt is a ballet dancer. When he was adopted, it was the golden age, but he was young and needed someone to take care of him, and the family couldn’t afford a nanny, so my aunt left the dance troupe and found a relatively stable job.

My aunt is still young and has many suitors, but the condition for her marriage is that she has to bring this little oil bottle with him.

Maybe it's because you haven't met true love, or maybe the world is like this.

When many people heard this condition, they hesitated and left the aunt on their own initiative.

Later, when my aunt got a little older, there were more people who were picky about my aunt. My aunt simply stopped looking for her and lived with her little nephew.

Maybe it was influenced by my aunt, and also because of the idea of ​​fulfilling my dream for my aunt, Song Yang took the initiative to learn ballet.

There are not many boys dancing ballet, but he resolutely chose this industry regardless of the strange eyes of the people around him.

He is very talented, and his aunt taught him, and soon won an international award, and then became popular all the way, becoming a hot male ballet dancer.

However, my aunt did not enjoy this glory for a long time before she was diagnosed with cancer.