after the canary left

"Whatever." Ji Chengchen frowned, his voice full of impatience.

"..." He bit his lip, but in the end he still didn't have the courage to reach out.

The man's body temperature was a little high, but his consciousness was clear. Meng Shuqiao muttered, "I'm sick, I need to take medicine, and I have to go to the hospital for a physical examination!"

"Don't go."

"Why...why?" Meng Shuqiao tilted her head and asked in a daze.

"My mother was in the hospital for three full years before she died. I don't like it." He explained as if talking to a friend.

Ji Chengchen's mother used to be on dialysis in the hospital because of organ failure. At that time, his father was abroad with his new love because of cheating. He hated it to the core. The smell of disinfectant and the whiteness of his eyes were all his painful memories.

The Omega whose father cheated was like Meng Shuqiao, beautiful and well-behaved, with a little curly hair, but smarter and more, a bad fox.

And his Meng Shuqiao is an obedient puppy who always begs and wags his tail.

Ji Chengchen loathed him, as if he had transferred all his hatred for his father onto him.

Meng Shuqiao looked at the man in her arms, stretched out her little hand to stroke the man's head, and still insisted, "Touch, you're sick, you still need to take medicine."

He sneered, buried in Omega's neck and shoulders and muttered: "You don't understand."

How can a little fool understand what pain is, as long as there is sweetness, he will laugh.

Meng Shuqiao listened silently, puffing out his mouth. Although he really didn't understand, he stretched out his little hand to touch the side of the man's short hair, as if he felt distressed.

Omega is so small, but it's warm in his arms.

When he arrived in Fengyuan, Ji Chengchen had always lived alone, and it was more convenient to live here when he was busy with company affairs, saving him from running back and forth.

The large flat floor with one elevator and one household is a hardcover for check-in. The format is simple and not cumbersome. It is more convenient to call it a hotel than a "home".

It was empty and unpopular, and after a week of business trips, it was still a little cold when I entered the door again.

When he came back yesterday, he just ordered takeaway, and threw it in the sink when he finished eating. Usually, when he lived, his aunt would come to clean it up, but there was none yesterday.

It was Meng Shuqiao's first time here, but she didn't take it too seriously. She felt that as long as she followed him, it didn't matter where she was.

After entering the door, he took off his coat and opened the refrigerator: "How about I cook for you? You can't take medicine on an empty stomach."

"Yeah." Ji Chengchen threw his coat on the sofa, poured a glass of water to moisten his throat.

A notification sound came from the phone, it was a message from Shen Ran.

[Cheng Chen, the doctor said that my health is getting worse and worse, are you okay tomorrow?Will you stay with me?I deliberately asked my agent to spare the itinerary for next month to accompany you. 】

Ji Chengchen squinted his eyes, threw the phone aside, and didn't bother to answer.

Since the death of his mother, Shen Ran, as a liver donor, has tried his best to make up for it. The liver is the only regenerative organ, but every time he uses this as a shield, Ji Chengchen ignores it because of his previous feelings. .

After all, during those days, only Shen Ran was by her side.

Next month... is my mother's birthday.

Ji Chengchen was a little irritable, closed his eyes and took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it and held it in his mouth, and touched the lighter with the other hand.

"No, you can't smoke!" Meng Shuqiao walked over angrily just after finding the medicine for fever.

Ji Chengchen acted as if he couldn't hear his words at all, holding the lighter, the flint slid, Wen Shi's firelight reflected the lines of his face and brows in the semi-dark living room, with a slight displeasure.

"You are not allowed to smoke, you are sick, you have to eat, drink, and take medicine." Meng Shuqiao boldly snatched away the medicine he was holding, held it in her hands, and looked at him with a blushing face, biting her lip, obviously a little scared , but still persistent.

The cigarette in his hand was taken away by him, and he unhurriedly took another one out of the cigarette case.

"Brother Cheng Chen...don't smoke, you're not in good health..." Meng Shuqiao's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if pleading in a low voice.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ji Chengchen lit up and took a puff on his own, but the next second he beckoned him to come over, and then extinguished the cigarette in the crystal cup.

"Huh? Uh..." Meng Shuqiao was knocked on the wrist by a man, white mist filled her eyes, and her lips only briefly touched: "Cough..."

Ji Chengchen stared at him: "Can you make me more addicted than cigarettes?"

"...cough... addicted?" He didn't understand, and he didn't understand, he only knew that smoking was bad for health.

Ji Chengchen has been addicted to cigarettes for many years. It should be from the time when his mother was lingering on the sick bed, and when he saw his relatives suffering and suffering in the hospital bed, he learned to use cigarettes to relieve fatigue and heartache.

The spicy stimulation enters the throat and passes through the lungs, which can always make people more awake or addicted.

Meng Shuqiao couldn't answer, but still handed over the medicine.

"How did you find it?" He looked at the fever kit and clearly remembered that this was Meng Shuqiao's first visit to Fengyuan's house.

"There are medicines in the storage room." Meng Shuqiao said with some pride.

Because in the old house, medicines are the least needed, and they are all piled up in the storage room. He doesn't like taking medicine, and he doesn't like hospitals, so he is used to keeping medicines out of sight.

A person whose brain is not bent, but remembers such a small habit of him, even Ji Chengchen himself didn't realize it.

Meng Shuqiao said that you can only take medicine after eating, which was told by his mother.

A busy little figure appeared in the kitchen. He felt a little uncomfortable during pregnancy, and occasionally rubbed his waist quietly. The open kitchen exposed his upper body.

The dim light fell on his neck like diluted sweet honey. With a supple and well-behaved side face, he carefully looked at the situation in the pot, and pouted his mouth as if he was so angry that he was accidentally scalded by the oil.

There was never a fire in this house.

The kettle is boiling water, porridge is cooking in the small saucepan, and the aroma of milk is also overflowing, or his fragrance, orange blossom.

Ji Chengchen looked at the figure in the kitchen with heavy eyelids, as if it was a shadow play in the old days. In one of his memories, this is what a home looks like, not an empty house.

If it's Shen Ran, I'm afraid I'll order a takeaway for him, but what about Gu Qingchu?

He knew that Gu Qingchu didn't know how to cook, and he never knew how to cook.

What about him?When did Meng Shuqiao learn to cook?

After marriage.

He didn't fall asleep, but just squinted his eyes to rest his mind. When he woke up again, the meal was ready. Meng Shuqiao blew on the side of the spoon and bowl, picked out the milk skin, and studied it seriously with the medicine box.

"Meng Shuqiao, do you love me very much, why do you care about me?" When he watched the little fool busy for himself, delving into the field where he was most stretched, something seemed to overflow in his heart, spreading and growing.

Meng Shuqiao thought he was asleep, so she kept her voice low, but when she saw him wake up, she hurried up to her again, because her pregnancy was inconvenient, so he moved a little slowly.

He stretched out his little hand to test the temperature on Ji Chengchen's forehead, and because the temperature was a bit cold after washing his hands, he could only move his head closer to his forehead.

Ji Chengchen didn't hide, but his eyes were puzzled, he regarded him as a kind of plaything, playing with his stupidity.

What is he doing?Do you hold your heart?

Meng Shuqiao leaned against him with her soft face, and said seriously the most important thing: "Qiao Qiao, I love Brother Cheng Chen very much, and I love the baby too! Making money is very hard, I am very good, and the baby is also good." .”

"Silly……"

"No, I, Meng Shuqiao, am Mr. Ji's Omega, regardless of poverty or wealth... Well, I forgot, anyway, the most important thing is to love brother Cheng Chen very much!"