Shared Lovers: The Devil's Cute Girl

Chapter 361 It's White Rice Porridge Again

"Okay!" Xia Jieer replied with a smile.

But when the door was closed, the expression on his face became heavy.

Ever since the failure of that engagement, every time Xia Jie'er saw Aunt Shen, there was always an indescribable lump in her heart.

However, she couldn't refuse, Aunt Shen treated her like her own daughter.

Xia Jie'er's painting skills were also discovered by her, and it was cultivated from childhood to adulthood.

After laying down the pillow on her back, Xia Jie'er lay down, pulled the quilt and retracted it.

……

After going downstairs, Xiao Junhan did not leave immediately, but sat on the sofa in the hall, holding in his hand a picture album brought out from Xia Jieer's room.

There are all kinds of paintings on it, as expected, it was trained by his mother, and it has a Shen Yun style of painting.

Xia Jieer is best at painting portraits, and every portrait is very realistic.

Xiao Junhan flipped through the pages one after another, looking at these portraits with deep eyes and a self-deprecating smile.

In this album, all the portraits are Gu Zimo.

None of them belonged to others.

Taking a deep breath, he put down the album in his hand, picked up the company's documents, and continued to read.

Stretching out his hand to pick up the cold tea beside him, Xiao Junhan took a sip, the cold liquid slipped down his throat, and the tip of his beautiful eyebrows didn't even frown slightly.

It's already two in the morning.

Xiao Junhan glanced upstairs, he couldn't let her go.

Worried that she was alone in the empty Xia's house without anyone to take care of her, and worried that she would have a persistent fever in the middle of the night.

After thinking about it, he got up and walked upstairs, opened Xia Jie'er's door very lightly, stood there for a while, and only turned around and went downstairs after hearing her steady breathing.

Xiao Junhan was the only one in the huge living room, and the sound of pages turning was particularly loud in this silent hall.

Occasionally when he was tired, Xiao Junhan leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

In the sky outside, protein has been slightly exposed.

The light of dawn lifts off the veil of night and spits out a splendid morning.

Xiao Junhan woke up suddenly, the document fell off the sofa, he stretched out his hand and pressed his temple.

It's not even six o'clock.

He got up and went upstairs, pushed open Xia Jie'er's door, and saw that she was still sleeping soundly.

Approaching the bed, she pulled up her quilt.

He raised his right hand and stroked Xia Jie'er's forehead, it was good, the fever subsided.

Xiao Junhan breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep look at her, and then left.

After returning to the car, Xiao Junhan looked a little tired, opened the car window to let the air blow, and then walked away.

……

A night without dreams.

Xia Jie'er slowly opened her eyes, she was very tired from sleeping that night, and her back was covered in sweat.

The sun outside is already very strong.

Since the curtains in Xia Jie'er's room are made of opaque and anti-ultraviolet material, the room is still very dark, as if at night.

Reaching out and pressing the button of the wall lamp, the room suddenly became brighter.

"Miss Xia, I'm coming down for breakfast." There was a knock on the door.

Xia Jie'er, who was about to take a bath, paused, and heard that it was Aunt Qiao, "Okay, got it, I'll come down after taking a bath."

……

On the table.

Xia Jieer stared blankly at the rice porridge, why is this again?

Perhaps it was Aunt Qiao who saw the doubt in her eyes and explained with a smile: "Young Master Xiao ordered you when he left last night, saying that Miss's body is still weak, so it's better to eat this."

It was indeed Xiao Junhan who ordered Aunt Qiao to say that he left last night.

(End of this chapter)