The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

He blurted out, "Did you sleep well last night?"

After saying that, Shen Yijia regretted it and almost bit her tongue.

He should have let him go first!

Hearing this, Song Jingchen's mind immediately flashed the hands that kept pulling on him and the head that kept digging into his arms.

Song Jingchen only felt his chest swell, loosened his grip on Shen Yijia like a normal person, turned his back and continued to sleep.

If you ignore the tips of his slightly red ears...

The breakfast was prepared by Uncle Yang early in the morning, with white porridge and a small plate of pickles from somewhere, and Lin Mu and the others left before dawn.

When Uncle Yang talked about it, Shen Yijia still felt strange, so she asked, "It's nothing urgent, why are you leaving so early?"

Uncle Yang gave Shen Yijia a meaningful look, and silently lowered his head to drink the porridge without saying a word.

Shen Yijia was puzzled and looked at Mrs. Li.

Li Shi coughed dryly and changed the subject: "Is Brother Chen still up?"

Originally, he was particular about eating and sleeping, but he ate with Shen Yijia along the way.

She has to talk while eating, not to say which dish she thinks is delicious, or to tease Brother Hao or Sister Huan.

Everyone is used to it, and there is no such set of rules.

"Not yet, Xianggong doesn't seem to have slept well last night. I'll save him some time to eat when he wakes up." Shen Yijia answered honestly.

Li shi didn't think much about it, although Song Jingchen looked like nothing on weekdays.

But as a mother, Mrs. Li still clearly felt her son's daily worries.

Because of the death of Xianggong and father-in-law, and also because of his legs that can no longer stand up.

"Sister-in-law, is your hand injured?" Brother Hao looked at Shen Yijia with concern.

As soon as these words came out, several people at the table, including Sister Huan, looked at Shen Yijia's hand.

Shen Yijia finally picked up a piece of pickled vegetables with trembling hands, and fell to the table with a nervous squeak.

Touching his nose embarrassingly, he waved his hand and said, "No, I'm not injured... I'm just a little sore."

"Cough, cough..." As soon as Shen Yijia finished speaking, Uncle Yang was choked and coughed violently.

Li's face turned red when he thought of his son who never snooze.

He gave Shen Yijia a strange look, why did the child say anything.

Shen Yijia: "..."

Did she say something wrong?

What the hell are you thinking about...

Sick.

The breakfast ended in silence.

After eating, Shen Yijia and Li Shi finished washing the clothes they had changed yesterday and were about to hang them up.

There was a sudden bang in the room, and Shen Yijia hurriedly put down her clothes and ran to the room.

I saw a broken teacup on the ground, but fortunately Song Jingchen was leaning on the bed.

Shen Yijia breathed a sigh of relief: "Be careful, why don't you call me if you want to drink water."

"It's not too far away, I thought I could get there!" Song Jingchen lowered his eyelids, and there was a hint of frustration in his tone.

It was so difficult all the way before, but such a trivial matter made Song Jingchen deeply realize that he was really disabled.

Hearing this, Mrs. Li retracted the steps she was about to step in.

Wiping the corner of his eyes with his hand, he took a deep breath and turned away silently.

"As I said, this is only temporary, you will get better." Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen seriously.

Meet those eyes, somehow. In Song Jingchen's mind, the thought that this person was fortunately didn't leave with He Lishu suddenly appeared in his mind.

Thinking of something, Shen Yijia exclaimed in surprise, "I see."

"What do you know?" Song Jingchen asked curiously.

"It's a wheelchair, do you know a wheelchair? With a wheelchair, you can move around in the yard by yourself even if no one is carrying you." Shen Yijia was annoyed that she only thought of this thing now.

I met a very good little fairy today, because I was almost autistic because no one watched it on a stand-alone machine. The little fairy came in like a light, ah ah ah ah ah, love love