True and false daughter in love

"She left first?"

Yao Yanyan put on the suit jacket that Uncle Zheng handed over, and asked with a frown.

Uncle Zheng replied: "Yes, Miss."

"Why are you in such a hurry..." Yao Yanyan muttered in a low voice, wrapped her clothes tightly and sneezed.

Uncle Zheng hurriedly beckoned Yao Yanyan into the car: "Miss, the news just came that the students who made trouble have been arrested, we have to go to the police station now."

Yao Yanyan nodded, got into the car, closed her eyes and leaned against the car window to rest.

The night was thick outside the window, she was inexplicably upset and couldn't calm down, she caught a glimpse of the plastic bag placed by the co-pilot out of the corner of her eye, and asked, "What's that next to you."

Uncle Zheng replied: "Miss, the girl from the Cheng family gave it to me before leaving, saying it was your supper."

Yao Yanyan closed her eyes, frowned, and finally couldn't hold it back for a while, took her mobile phone from her bag, and clicked on the chat box with Cheng Xuan.

The conversation stopped in the morning. She asked if the other party had an umbrella, and the other party replied no.

Obviously, the avatar used by Cheng Xuan was still the cute anime kitten set by Yao Yanyan, but the other party's short reply abruptly lowered the cuteness of the avatar to the extreme.

Yao Yanyan didn't even know where the breath came from in her heart, she just thought it was a wind blowing with raindrops at night, and she was not feeling well and even feeling unhappy.

She poked the typing pad with her fingertips, thought about it, and sent a message.

[yyy: Those students were sent to the police station. 】

After sending this sentence, it was like a stone sinking into a well, and the phone didn't move at all.

As if discouraged, Yaoyan put the phone back into the bag.

-

It was too late when I came back from the police station.

All the lights on the first floor of Cheng's house had been extinguished, and the whole second-floor building seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. With a flashlight on, Yao Yanyan closed the door softly, and subconsciously glanced at the door belonging to Cheng Xuan at the end.

I don't know if she slept or not.

Yao Yanyan turned around, and the beam of the flashlight hit the silently moving clock on the wall.

Eleven thirty.

Should have been asleep.

Yao Yanyan blinked, and was about to step up the stairs when the phone in her hand vibrated suddenly.

Yao Yanyan flickered: "Ho!"

Startled, she turned on her phone.

It was a message replied by Cheng Xuan: [Yes. 】

Yao Yanyan looked at the closed door at the end.

In the darkness, the small room did not reveal a little bit of starlight. I thought it had fallen into a deep sleep like the other rooms.

Unexpectedly, the people inside were still awake.

Yao Yanyan was about to ask you why you weren't asleep when the second message from the opposite came one after another: [Are you back yet? 】

Yao Yanyan lowered her head and typed: [Yes. 】

【. : Are you upstairs? 】

【yyy: No. 】

After sending this sentence, Yao Yanyan suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from the end.

Immediately afterwards, the opposite door opened a small crack.

Cheng Xuan stood behind the door, staring at Yao Yanyan in the entrance, without saying a word.

Yao Yanyan didn't say anything, but quietly walked up to Cheng Xuan.

The two were relatively silent for a moment.

"Ah!" Yao Yanyan couldn't hold back, covered her face and sneezed to Cheng Xuan.

The embarrassment was broken, Cheng Xuan looked at her, and said first: "Did you catch a cold?"

"It seems to be a little bit." Yao Yanyan spoke with a nasal voice, raising the barbecue and beer in his hand, "Do you want supper?"

"...don't eat." Cheng Xuan refused.

Yao Yanyan lowered her hands and didn't care: "The group of classmates who bullied you have already been sent to the bureau for education. They wrote a self-criticism and fined them. I guess they will never bully you again."

"En." Cheng Xuan nodded, "Thank you."

"Why did you leave first?" Yao Yanyan looked at her and asked what she wanted to ask the most.

Cheng Xuan didn't speak.

The silence broke up again, Yao Yanyan's patience was exhausted, her brain was confused by the cold, and there was some angry grievance in her words: "You just left me and left by yourself? You still left me alone when you were awake, and didn't answer me news?"

Cheng Xuan was still speechless, his eyes were downcast in silence, unable to see any emotion.

Yao Yanyan stared at her for a few seconds, and she didn't know where she got so angry. For a moment, her emotions overcame her reason, and she said with red eyes: "I don't care about you from now on!" She went upstairs without looking back .

-

Yao Yanyan didn't sleep much all night.

The system scolded her all night: [How can you talk to the protagonist like that!Aren't you asking for trouble! 】

[I have never brought you like this!He even lost his temper with the protagonist!Unheard of!No one would believe it! 】

Yao Yanyan buried her face in the quilt, sniffed: [But I'm just angry. 】

In any case, she was just angry, and she just felt particularly wronged.

Sickness always tends to make her overly emotional, Yao Yanyan clenched her lower lip, thinking that even if she died, if she jumped from here, she would not bow down to that boring gourd Cheng Xuan.

It may be due to excessive worry, or it may be caused by the rain last night, or both, Yao Yanyan obviously felt unwell the next day.

She seems to have a fever.

Yao Yanyan lay on the bed thinking in a daze.

The sky outside the window was so cloudy that it was almost impossible to tell whether it was night or day. The raindrops hit the windowpane from time to time, and the sound of the rain was pattering, and it was raining again outside.

The system was so pissed off by her last night, it never went online again, Yao Yanyan was happy and quiet, got out of bed with soft hands and legs, poured himself a glass of water, moistened his throat, lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and called Uncle Zheng .

The phone was connected quickly, and Uncle Zheng's voice was on the other side: "Miss."

Yao Yanyan pursed her lips, buried her face in the quilt, thinking how good it is, he is always there when calling Uncle Zheng, unlike some people, who made her anxiously wait for a long time for a reply.

She sniffed: "I have a fever, Uncle Zheng, bring me some medicine."

Yao Yanyan often has a fever, and it will be better in a day or two. Uncle Zheng also knows that, after hearing her reply, "Understood, Miss." He hung up the phone.

Yao Yanyan put down her phone, her nose was so stuffy that she could only breathe through her mouth, and she fell asleep drowsily listening to the sound of rain outside the window.

Open your eyes again, the surroundings are still dark and quiet.

His forehead was icy cold, Yao Yanyan's eyes were a little dull, and he raised his hand to touch it.

...fever-reducing stickers?

She narrowed her eyes and looked to the side.

The person next to him is not Uncle Zheng.

It's Cheng Xuan.

She didn't know when she came back, she was kneeling on the ground at the foot of Yaoyan's bed, concentrating on doing exercises.

Even in such a tiring posture, her back was always straight. She was here to take care of the patient, but she was so serious about the questions that she didn't notice that the patient had woken up.

Yao Yanyan almost suspected that she was dreaming, she was so angry that she opened her mouth to speak, but her voice was hoarse and she couldn't make a sound.

As soon as she moved, Cheng Xuan at the foot of the bed seemed to sense something, and when he turned his head, his dark eyes drooped the moment they met her sight.

Yao Yanyan stared at her, took the water glass on the bed table in his hand, and sipped half of it, finally his throat didn't feel so dry.

She asked, with a bad tone: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

Cheng Xuan lowered his eyes to look at the ground, and his voice was muffled, like the annoying rain outside: "...I'm afraid it will shine on you."

Yao Yanyan hummed and chirped, her mind was not clear, and she lay back after asking this sentence.

Cheng Xuan originally wanted to persuade her to take the medicine while she was awake, but seeing her slowly closing her eyes and falling asleep again, he hesitated for a while, but finally gave up.

After thinking about it, she squatted beside Yaoyan's bed and touched her forehead.

The anti-fever sticker was not too cold, so Cheng Xuan took it off and replaced it with another sticker for Yao Yanyan.

Then, she put her hand into Yao Yanyan's bed, and took her hand out.

The girl's wrist was soft, like warm silk to the touch, so soft and boneless that Cheng Xuan was stunned for a moment.

When she touched Cheng Xianshun's wrist when she was a child, she thought it was soft enough, but who knew that Yao Yanyan's wrist was softer than that of a child.

Almost as soon as she moved, Yao Yanyan who was lying on the bed woke up with narrowed eyes.

"...What are you doing?" She asked, her words seemed to bring out a burst of heat.

"Press the acupuncture points for you." Cheng Xuan lowered his eyes, following the memory of his grandfather taking care of her when he was a child, he pressed his knuckles on his slender arm.

"It hurts a bit..." Yao Yanyan muttered, and Hu Po pupil narrowed her eyes and stared at her.

"Well, it's good soon." Cheng Xuan briefly comforted, and took the medicine, "You should take the medicine first."

Yao Yanyan nodded, Cheng Xuan helped her up, took the medicine, and pressed acupuncture points for her.

The rain outside the window did not stop at all. Listening to the sound of the rain, Yao Yanyan gradually regained consciousness and looked at Cheng Xuan.

The other party was originally concentrating on pressing her acupuncture points, but when he noticed her eyes, he also raised them.

A pair of pitch-black eyes, when looking at people from the bottom up, inexplicably showed a bit of clarity.

Yao Yanyan took a deep breath and asked her, "You're on vacation."

"En." Cheng Xuan nodded, without stopping his hands, as if he felt that his answer was too short, and added, "I heard that Uncle Zheng said you were sick, so you asked for leave."

"Also," Cheng Xuan's lips were almost drawn into a straight line, his eyes stopped looking at her, and he lowered his eyes to press the acupoints, "Last night...my phone ran out of power and turned off."

It seems a bit difficult to say: "I didn't know that the mobile phone can be turned on after charging it. I waited for a long time. I didn't deliberately not reply to your message."

"Also," Cheng Xuan muffled, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Yao Yanyan asked.

Cheng Xuan spoke very slowly: "I'm sorry... a lot, I didn't... leave you behind, my... clothes were dirty and smelly last night, I... it's so dirty that I can't see it, so I went back and changed my clothes first."

She replied one by one what Yao Yanyan asked her last night.

Listening to what she said, Yao Yanyan was inexplicably ashamed and happy, and almost laughed angrily after hearing her reason for leaving first.

Sometimes she really has nothing to do with this child.

Yao Yanyan glared at her, but didn't say anything to her. Since the other party lowered her head, she also took the initiative to admit her mistake: "I was also at fault."

"I shouldn't have said that kind of cruel thing to you, whether I was angry or not, I shouldn't have said it."

Cheng Xuan looked at her, the corners of his mouth curled up a little: "Well, it's okay."

"Then we'll be reconciled." Yao Yanyan stretched out her other hand from under the quilt, "Let's shake hands and say goodbye."

There was a sporadic smile in Cheng Xuan's eyes, and he held her warm other hand.

"Okay, let's shake hands and say goodbye."

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