Looking at her trembling and clumsy appearance, Jiang Yecheng on the side squinted his obsidian-like delicate eyes, and couldn't help but smile suddenly.

Then, without saying a word, he controlled the wheelchair and moved closer to her.

Immediately afterward, the little guy saw a pair of slender and strong arms stretching out towards him.

Then, she felt her body jerk lighter.

It was he who lifted it vigorously and carried it directly from outside the terrace fence.

Xiang Xing's eyes suddenly widened in amazement.

You can transport her in while sitting, and this strength is really not ordinary!

"Don't stand stupid, let's get inside."

Looking at the stupid little fool who looked at him, Jiang Yecheng laughed even more, so he had to reach out and gently push down the small back.

The little guy shook it, and then ran in a hurry.

He opened a chair again, sat down obediently, and continued to smile at him.

The smile was as sweet as a glutton, and Jiang Yecheng's heart softened.

Thinking of his words, which seemed to be too heavy, the man's eyes turned slightly, and he quickly turned the direction of the wheelchair and walked towards a large glass case in the corner of the ward.

Xiang Xing didn't know what he wanted to do, so he looked at the clear and long back with a curious expression.

I saw that he didn't say a word, only silently opened the cabinet and took down a tea caddy and a carton of fresh milk packaged at room temperature from above.

Then he moved to a small coffee table next to the glass case, took a small pot, and skillfully boiled water on the induction stove of the coffee table to make tea.

When the house was full of tea, the little guy saw him slowly adding milk to the pot as if he was pinching time.

Add two more icing sugars.

In the fragrance of tea in the room, the luscious and fragrant milk fragrance was suddenly intertwined, and she smelled that she was about to drip.

This time, there was no concealment function, and the rumbling of the little belly was unceremoniously heard.

Xiang Xing suddenly realized that the man who was making milk tea seemed to hear this voice, and his shoulders trembled a little unnaturally several times.

Seeing that her cheeks instantly flushed with shame to death......

Laughed at, woo.

But soon, Jiang Yecheng boiled the milk tea and turned off the induction cooker.

Then the little one saw him take out a very beautiful and ornate set of baroque coffee cups and saucers from the glass case.

After carefully washing it, I poured the hot milk tea into it.

"Come here."

The man called softly, and then pulled out a small rattan stool from under the glass coffee table.

Xiang Xing pursed his pink lips, the corners of his lips were lightly hooked, and he suddenly trotted over and sat down on the rattan bench obediently.

In the next second, a cup of fragrant milk tea was handed to her.

"Wow......"

The little guy subconsciously whispered, his eyes full of amazement and anticipation.

This is the milk tea concocted by Jiang Yecheng himself.

There is no reason not to drink!

She didn't think about it, so she happily stretched out her little hand directly to the round belly of the retro coffee cup.

It's a pity that before it touched, the little hand was gently patted by the man.

"Are you the one who can burn?"

He glanced at her helplessly, then pointed to the heat shield of the cup handle, and said, "You can only hold it here." ”

"Okay."

Xiang Xing pursed his lips stupidly, and had to obediently hold the handle of the cup.

Carefully raised the teacup, snorted a few times, and then took a sip.