Wen Cheng responded to Duanmu Lanya like this, and it was indeed because she was frightened by Xiao Qi.

Especially when she saw blood dripping from her jaw, so many possibilities flashed through her mind.

Probably no one can understand that kind of mood, sour and astringent, nervous and don't know what to do.

She was thinking that if Xiao Qi suffered from any illness, she was willing to use everything she had to save him.

Heart, liver, lungs, spleen and kidneys, what she needs, she will give herself.

Duanmu Lanya's eyes flashed, and the hand holding the cup couldn't help but exert force, and only after half paying her did she say a word of comfort: "Orange Orange, don't worry too much." Xiao Qi's child's face is blessed, and it will be fine.

I'll go to the kitchen and make her some pear soup in a while, and the fire will be fine. ”

After she finished talking to herself, seeing that Wen Cheng did not respond, she also knew that the mustard between their mother and daughter could not be lifted overnight.

Duanmu Lanya put the cup back on the coffee table, and when she got up, she glanced at Wen Cheng, but finally her gaze fell on Lei Ruixiu's body, "Xiao Lei, please help take care of her, the pear soup will be ready in a while, and I will have someone send it over." ”

Lei Ruixiu nodded, "Trouble Mrs. Wen." ”

Duanmu Lanya glanced at Wen Cheng again, and in her eyes before turning around, it was Wen Cheng sitting on the sofa looking out the window and smoking.

She lowered her eyes wordlessly, a hint of sadness on her face.

After Lei Ruixiu saw Duanmu Lanya leave, he changed his seat, and the moment Wen Cheng was beside him, he directly took the cigarette from her hand.

Wen Cheng's mood was very heavy, and she looked at the half cigarette that was bitten in her mouth by Lei Ruixiu expressionlessly, she frowned, and her tone was displeased, "Do you want to smoke it yourself?"

Knowing that her emotions were wrong, Lei Ruixiu naturally wouldn't be as knowledgeable as her.

He bit the cigarette butt with the tip of his teeth, and after taking a puff, he approached Wen Cheng's cheek, and said in a very soft and magnetic voice: "The cigarette I lit myself doesn't have the taste of you!"

Wen Cheng: "......"

If there was anyone or anything else who could divert her attention at the moment of her hesitation, I am afraid that only Lei Ruixiu could do it.

Wen Cheng looked at his serious nonsense, and wanted to open his mouth to be sarcastic, but it was difficult to say the words when they came to his mouth.

She looked at Lei Ruixiu's eyes that melted into the warm sun outside the window, dark and deep but not heavy, because she clearly saw that her figure was locked in the deepest part of his eyes.

Wen Cheng and him looked at each other, perhaps the fear in her heart trapped her inside, and Lei Ruixiu's gentle attitude was like a redeeming starlight to dispel the panic in her heart.

For the first time, Wen Cheng took off his guard, but hugged Lei Ruixiu with a worried brow.

She was a little cold and wanted to soak up the warmth from him.

Lei Ruixiu was a little surprised, and his thick eyebrows raised an incredible arc.

He screwed the cigarette butt in his mouth into the ashtray, and when he returned his hand, he brought Wen Cheng's thin shoulders into the depths of his arms, and his voice was sandwiched with gentle teasing: "It's not easy to let you take the initiative to give you a hug!"

Wen Cheng's body leaning on his arms froze for a second, and he wanted to push him away as if he was angry, but the crook of his back hugged her tighter, "Don't move, let me hold for a while!"

Lei Ruixiu's words were hoarse and full of magnetism, and his low tone caused countless ripples in Wen Cheng's heart.

She sniffed at him a little unproductively, familiar and good.

They didn't say anything more, but sat quietly in the living room, snuggling up to each other.

Wen Cheng felt that when she needed warmth so much, there was a person by her side, silently accompanying her, and that feeling was really warm.