Talking about love and delivering food (gl) + special episode

She feels disgusted when she mentions this name now. After the call was connected, she went straight to the point, "Did you see WeChat? You are a businessman, and you should know more about compensation than I do."

There was silence on the phone for two seconds, "Then what do you want?"

"Heh." Sang Yu looked indifferent, and chuckled, remembering the WeChat message she received last night, she lowered her eyes, "Do you know how much Gu Qingshi's one-hour filming is worth?"

Minor concussion is a minor injury, and in this compensation standard, in addition to medical expenses, nursing expenses and other expenses, there is also a loss of work.

"Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"Steal you? Steal money from you? I don't lack such things as money, and she doesn't lack it either. From what I know so far, you probably lack it."

Chen Ruikai's family is relatively well-off, and his small company was started with another friend. In order to expand the scale, his current liquidity is pitifully small.

"So, are you here to humiliate me?"

"Sorry, I'm much more noble than you, so I can't do this kind of thing." At some point, her tone of voice gradually became tainted with Gu Qingshi's, "Chen Ruikai, did we know each other after all? How easy..."

After hanging up the phone, Sang Yu stood at the aisle of the stairwell breathing the wind for a long time before entering the ward.

Gu Qing was still sleeping, probably because he was uncomfortable, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

Sang Yu stared at her for a while, then stretched out his hand to stroke her eyebrows until her brows relaxed.

The smell of the ward was not pleasant, and Sang Yu was a little uncomfortable. She threw a plum into her mouth, and the sweet and sour taste finally washed away the nausea that rushed into her throat.

Sang Yu frowned, spat out the core, and threw another one into her mouth. When she looked up, she saw a little boy in the ward looking at her from the corner of her eye.

This little boy is the grandson of a surgical patient, about four or five years old, with a peach heart cut on the top of his head, and wearing a red silk dress with the word "Fu", as white and fat as a Fuwa in a New Year painting.

Sang Yu smiled at him, took out the bag of Huamei and shook it in front of his eyes, "Do you want to eat?"

The little boy nodded, and then looked at the adults beside him.

The adult next to her was probably the little boy's mother, with a very gentle expression on her face. She smiled apologetically at Sang Yu, and then nodded at the little boy, "Remember to thank you, auntie."

The little boy ran over immediately, and Sang Yu gave him one from inside, "It's a bit sour."

The little boy blinked, and instead of reaching out to pick it up, he opened his mouth to her. Sang Yu thought it was so cute, squatted down, and fed Huamei to him.

"Haha, Auntie said it was sour." The little boy wrinkled his face into a bun as soon as he had Huamei in his mouth, and Sang Yu put his hand next to his mouth, "I'm about to vomit."

The little boy didn't vomit, he poked his head and chewed with his eyes squinted.

"He can eat sour, it's fine." The little boy's mother kept looking at this side, and smiled at Sang Yu.

"He's so cute." Sang Yu touched the peach heart on his head, and couldn't help rubbing his chubby face.

"Cute is cute, but it's also really naughty when it's naughty." The little boy's mother looked familiar, "When you give birth to a baby yourself, you will know that raising a cub is both sweet and painful. "

"Really?" Sang Yu glanced at her, then touched the little boy's peach heart, and handed over the remaining words in his hand.

"Auntie, I just want one." The little boy didn't pick it up, but stretched out his chubby hand and dug another one into his mouth. He took one on each side mischievously, and the cheeks on both sides bulged. stand up.

Sang Yu couldn't help laughing, put down the words in his hands, and rubbed his hands on his face, "Cute, did you grow up eating cute?"

The little boy blushed. He took a peek at her, then lowered his head shyly, "Did the aunt grow up eating well? Auntie is so pretty."

Tong Yan Tong Yu is the most sincere, so it is always easy to make people happy.

The smile on Sang Yu's face became stronger again, and she sincerely teased him, "Then auntie or your mother, who looks better?"

The little boy's face wrinkled, and he looked back at his mother carefully, then leaned into Sang Yu's ear, and said softly, "Auntie is pretty, but my mother's nose is so ugly, I want to change my mother."

Sang Yu burst out laughing, glanced at his mother, and especially at her nose, it was indeed a bit unattractive, like a bulb of garlic.

Fortunately, his mother is tall and burly, with a big face, and such a nose embedded in it is not too prominent.

The little boy's mother knew what her son said just by looking at Sang Yu's expression. She glanced at him helplessly, and then looked at Sang Yu again, "Did this kid say that my nose is not good-looking again, and I want to change my mother?"

It seems that this brat didn't just tell her that.

Sang Yu endured it, but couldn't hold it back, and simply smiled generously, pinched the little boy's flushed face, and continued to tease him, "Then you will be my son, will you?"

The little boy glanced at his mother, shook his head, and before Sang Yu could speak, he said coyly, "Auntie is pretty, I want to marry you when I grow up, and I can't be a mother."

"That can't be done." As soon as the little boy finished speaking, Gu Qingshi who woke up at some point suddenly said, "This pretty aunt already has an owner."

When Sang Yu heard this, she quickly stood up and looked at Gu Qing, helping her to sit up, "Is your head still hurting? Is this disgusting? Do you want to drink water? Are you hungry?"

Gu Qing looked at her opening and closing mouth, wanted to kiss her, but held back, then covered her mouth with his hand, "You ask so many questions at once, how can I answer them?"

Sang Yu blinked and took her hand away, "Then I'll ask them one by one."

Gu Qingshi smiled, "Pour me a glass of water first."

There is no water dispenser in the ward, so I have to fetch water from the boiling water room.

"Are you sisters?" After Sang Yu went out, the little boy's mother smiled at Gu Qing and said, "The relationship is really good."

Gu Qingshi shook his head, looked at the little boy, pursed his lower lip, and was stunned for a moment, "However, we have a good relationship."

The little boy's mother was surprised, "Aren't you sisters? At first glance, you two look alike."

As she said that, she took another careful look at Gu Qingshi, "But if you take a closer look, you don't look alike at all, but you really do look alike."

When Gu Qing heard this, he didn't know what he thought of, so he laughed softly, "Maybe it's because the relationship is so good that a husband and wife look like each other?"

She and Sang Yu are actually not alike in terms of appearance or temperament. If people have the illusion of resemblance, there is probably only one explanation.

The little boy's mother smiled, "You are so humorous."

Gu Qing smiled and didn't speak, just happened that Sang Yu came to fetch water, and her attention was all focused on Sang Yu again.

"Sangsang, I think I'm fine, why don't we leave the hospital this afternoon?"

Sang Yu raised his hand to knock her on the head, raised his hand in the air, and then lightly landed on top of her head, "It's up to you to decide what happens."

Gu Qingshi took a sip of the water glass and said casually: "Then you are uncomfortable."

Sang Yu's heart suddenly ached, and she turned her head and pretended to pour water for herself, "Then let you stay alone?"

"Tsk? Are you angry?" Gu Qingshi didn't answer for a long time, and Sang Yu looked back at her again.

"No." Gu Qing looked at her, with a rare tangled expression, "I want you to go back, but I don't want you to go."

Sang Yu lowered her eyes and squeezed her hand, "It's so stupid, I'm kidding you. I don't feel at ease if you are here alone..."

"Then when we go back to Grand Hyatt, I'll make you all kinds of delicious food, such as small fish, rubber bands, spicy tofu, etc. I can make you whatever you want."

Sang Yu looked at her, only to realize that Gu Qingshi was not aloof at all, in fact, he was extremely clingy.

The high coldness in the past was probably to cover up the pretense that she liked to make.

"Okay."

Gu Qing wrapped her arms around her and whispered: "If Auntie still can't accept it, I will often send her delicious food. Anyway, Auntie also likes spicy food."

"it is good."

The little boy's mother looked at the intimacy of the two of them as if no one was watching, and vaguely felt that there was something strange about it, but she didn't know what was wrong.

The little boy was still standing on the side stupidly, wanting to play with Sang Yu, but he tried to intervene several times, but was ignored by the strange aunt lying on the bed.

Seeing his aggrieved appearance, his mother was annoyed and funny, so she beckoned to her son standing there and let him come over.

From the corner of his eye, Gu Qing saw the obtrusive little chubby leaving, and the depression in his heart finally dissipated.

She hates people who covet Sangyu, whether they are children or adults.