Devil's Honey Baby

"I have a good rest. Have I eaten yet? Do you have an appetite? "

"I'm eating. I have an appetite. Don't worry, mom." Yao Jiang was helpless, but Qin Meihua didn't believe it until she saw the food moved in the kitchen.

However, how to eat in the kitchen, Qin Meihua frowned, "Sufen, how do you let Jiang eat here?"

Su Fen was wronged, but she didn't know how to speak.

Yao Jiang hurriedly explained, "Mom, it's all right. I want it myself..."

Qin Meihua looked at her disapprovingly. "You can't do this in the future. Go and eat outside."

Sufen hurried out the dishes.

Qin Meihua asked Yao Jiang to sit down. "Is it better to sleep?"

Yao Jiang nodded, "much better, mom, don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Hey, that's good, that's good. Come on, have dinner and rest early."

"OK."

Late at night, the table was properly cleaned. Qin Meihua came down from upstairs with a reassuring look on her face.

"No vomit, no vomit!" Qin Meihua said excitedly. Su Fen heard it and couldn't believe it. "Really?"

"Well! I listened for a long time and didn't vomit! "

"That's good, that's good! Madam, the young master is considerate. "

Speaking of Ji Zailin, Qin Meihua is a little sad. Zailin is her son. He loves Jiang so much. Jiang Jiang is not good. He's afraid he's worse than anyone.

After thinking about it, Qin Meihua still called Ji Zailin and told him about Yao Jiang, so as to reassure him.

Qin Meihua thought so and was ready to make a phone call. However, as soon as she came to the phone, Su Fen's surprised voice came into her ear, "young master..."

Qin Meihua turned her head and saw Ji Zailin standing at the door, wrapped in black and cold air at night.

"Did she sleep?" Qin Meihua was revived by the low voice.

"In Lin, why are you here?" Su Fen hurried up to meet Ji Zailin, but he looked upstairs with endless affection.

"How is she?" Ji Zailin spoke again. Qin Meihua smiled. "I just ate and slept. I don't vomit!"

A bright light floated from the bottom of his eyes. Ji Zailin strode forward, but hesitated when he came to the stairs. "Are you sure she's asleep?"

Qin Meihua had never seen Ji Zailin look so careful. The bitterness at the bottom of her heart spread all over her body and nodded, "I'm asleep. I've just been listening outside for a long time."

Ji Zailin was relieved. His mouth burst into a happy smile. Like a child who got candy, he hurried upstairs.

Qin Meihua looked at Ji Zailin's eager figure and began to ache faintly in her heart.

This is her son, proud, conceited and arrogant. Since when has he become so fragile

Ji Zailin came to the bedroom door. His blood was boiling and kept shouting for him to see her.

But he was afraid of being close to his hometown.

"Cough..." a light cough came from the bedroom. As soon as his face changed, his subordinates consciously held the door handle and had to press it.

But at the moment when he pressed it, he stopped, his whole body was tight, and the green tendons on his hands were beating, but his eyes looked at the door in front of him as if they had been fixed.

The cough in the bedroom didn't last long, but Ji Zailin still didn't go in. He didn't press the door handle until the surrounding breath was quiet and his breath could be heard clearly.

The fragrance of flowers in one room was Ji Zailin's first feeling when he walked into the bedroom.

The pain in my heart dispersed with the fragrance of flowers. Ji Zailin stopped, and his eyes walked forward slowly with the moonlight outside the window

Yao Jiang dreamed again. She dreamed that Ji Zailin said to her, "if you don't give me a daughter, I'll let you have a daughter until you have a daughter!"

Yes, her dream is connected to the dream in the afternoon.

Then she became pregnant again. Ji Zailin had one more thing every day, that is, looking at her stomach, saying nothing and doing nothing, staring at her, as if she wanted to stare at the child in her stomach as a daughter.

She can't be seen by Ji Zailin every day. In the third month of her child, Yao Jiang said, "let's look at gender. You don't like your son so much, then..."

"What do you want to say?" Ji Zailin seemed to know what she thought and stared at her fiercely, "don't side!"

"But you don't like your son. What about your son?"

"Sheng!"

“……”

After this conversation, Ji Zailin stopped staring at her stomach, but began to stare at her.

She was almost mentally ill by him, so she was even more nervous than Ji Zailin when the child was about to be born.

When she heard the doctor say it was her daughter, she was completely relieved and fainted.

Her task was finally completed.

In her dream, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, their lives revolved around children, growth, education, rebellion, marriage and children, generation after generation.

They were old and sat on the bench with their hands clenched. She leaned against his shoulder, looked at the stars in the sky and whispered, "the night is so beautiful tonight."

He took her hand and wrapped it tightly, but he said funny words, "not as beautiful as you."

“……”

This dream ends here. Yao Jiang wakes up in this sentence. In her mind is Ji Zailin's old voice, which is deeply engraved into her mind through the baptism of years and the honing of time.

There was a warm feeling in his eyes, which soon filled his eyes, gathered into a small tear mark and slipped from the corners of his eyes.

The arm was raised to cover the glittering and translucent tears.

She seems to be crying.

"Jiang Jiang woke up. Come on, come on. It's time to have breakfast. Let's go out for a walk."

Qin Meihua is going upstairs to call Yao Jiang, but Yao Jiang has come down.

Yao Jiang came to the table. Just now, Qin Meihua couldn't see clearly, but now Qin Meihua clearly saw Yao Jiang's red eyes.

"Ginger, what's the matter?" Qin Meihua looked carefully at Yao Jiang's look, full of worry.

Yao Jiang blinked, smiled and said, "when I opened the window in the morning, something blew in, and I rubbed it."

"Oh, how can this child rub it? Come on, show it to mom."

Qin Meihua bent over to show Yao Jiang. Yao Jiang stopped Qin Meihua. "It's okay, mom, it's ready. Let's have breakfast. I want to go out and have a look."

Qin Meihua looked at Yao Jiang's dodging eyes, suddenly realized what, and no longer investigated, nodded, "OK, we'll go after breakfast."

The morning of early autumn was a little cool, but the air was very fresh. Yao Jiang followed Qin Meihua along the long gallery to a hot spring museum.

"Come on, go bubble. It's good for your body."

Yao Jiang did not delay. He changed his clothes, wrapped it in a bath towel and soaked his body in the hot spring.

Qin Meihua looked at Yao Jiang lying on the stone platform and remembered what he said when Lin left last night.

You'd better wait until Jiang Jiang's body is completely better.

After soaking in the hot spring, the whole person feels much more relaxed, and a sense of comfort arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

"Come on, have some of this." Qin Meihua handed Yao Jiang the snack just brought in by the waiter. Yao Jiang took it and tasted it.

"How's it going?"

Yao Jiang nodded, "it's delicious."

"It's good to eat. Eat more." Qin Meihua watched Yao Jiang eat, and because of the hot spring, Yao Jiang's pale face was no longer as white as before, with a touch of light red.

"Well, mom, you eat too." Yao Jiang picked up a piece of dessert and handed it to Qin Meihua.

Qin Meihua took it and smiled happily.

They were eating dessert, but there was a hurried sound of footsteps outside the box, followed by a cry of surprise.

"What happened?" Qin Meihua gets up and opens the box door. Yao Jiang also goes to see it.

A waiter hurried by with panic on his face. Yao Jiang grabbed the waiter and asked, "what happened?"

The waiter pointed at his back, as if he had encountered a terrible thing, trembled and said, "someone fainted over there."

faint? Can fainting be so terrible?

Yao Jiang frowned and wanted to ask again. The waiter ran away in a hurry.

"Mom, I'll go and have a look." When Yao Jiang walked out, Qin Meihua wanted to stop him. After thinking about it, she decided to forget it and follow Yao Jiang.

When they walked around the corner, they saw that a circle had been formed in front of them. Yao Jiang vaguely heard the sound of rapid breathing, like people on the verge of death, longing for the urgency of life a little.

A picture quickly crossed in his mind. Yao Jiang's face changed greatly, "let's make way, let's make way!"

People around heard her voice and subconsciously made way.

Yao Jiang walked into the encirclement. A man was tightening his whole body, his body was in tight makeup, his hands and feet curled up and convulsed in pain.

Yao Jiang immediately came forward to hold the man and shouted to the people around him, "he's asthma. Let's get out of the way and let the air circulate!"

As soon as Yao Jiang finished, everyone hurried out of the way.

Qin Meihua came forward, looked at the man held by Yao Jiang and asked around, "did you call a doctor?"

"Call!"

"Mom, help me. He can't lie on the ground like this." Yao Jiang tried hard to help the man up, but the man was too heavy for her.

"Good!" Qin Meihua hurried forward and looked around, "where are you?"

"A place to sit!"

Yao Jiang opened the nearest door and helped the man in.

"Please open the window in the box!"

"Oh, oh!"

"Mom, hold it on the chair!"

"Good!"

They helped the man to a chair and sat down. Yao Jiang put his hand on his back and kept patting him.

"Mom, help me shoot together!"

"Yes!" Qin Meihua looks at Yao Jiang's action and follows it.

Yao Jiang carefully watched the man's look change and was still breathing in a big mouth, but his throat was like something stuck. He couldn't spit out at all and had to keep inhaling.

And his face is getting redder and redder, like someone pinching his neck and exerting a little force. Maybe he will die of suffocation the next moment.

Close his lips, Yao jiangmeng bowed his head and kissed the man's lips.

"Ah!" Qin Meihua was shocked and looked at Yao Jiang's fitting lips with the man, motionless.