The night was long. [Full text reading. 】

Early the next morning, Ye Jiaqi asked the proprietress for three days off.

Early in the morning, when Chengfan was still sleeping, she went to buy skins and traps and came back to make dumplings.

Xiao Liang jumped onto Ye Jiaqi's bed, squatting on the pillow and looking at Qiao Chengfan.

Where did the little ones come from, huh.

After he came, it fell out of favor.

The little girl raised his paws, touched Qiao Chengfan's hair, and retracted it.

After repeating "Hmm" a few times, Qiao Chengfan was woken up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the innocent and cute face of the little girl.

"Well, bad guy, why don't you let me sleep." Joe Chengfan rubbed its head.

Seeing that he woke up, the little girl jumped out of bed in fright, and ran to Ye Jiaqi's side very smartly.

Ye Jiaqi smiled, two little living treasures.

After Qiao Chengfan finished breakfast, he sat in the kitchen and made dumplings with Ye Jiaqi.

"Babies make dumplings."

"Who did you learn from?"

"Kindergarten activities, teachers teach."

"Then make dumplings with Qiqi."

Qiao Chengfan's small appearance of making dumplings was extremely serious, and occasionally, Ye Jiaqi had the illusion of a trance when he raised his head.

Qiao Chengfan pinched the dumpling skin with his little hands, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he was very happy.

"Meow, meow"

The little boy just spun around under his feet, rubbing Ye Jiaqi for a while, and rubbing Qiao Chengfan for a while.

When he got tired of running, he lay down on the balcony and went to sleep.

Qiao Chengfan's little face was covered with white flour.

Ye Jiaqi smiled and wiped his face for him: "Little flower face." ”

Just as Ye Jiaqi put the towel back in the bathroom, suddenly, the mobile phone rang-

"An An?"

"Jia Ji, I forgot to call you yesterday, happy birthday."

"It's okay, thank you An An, I'm quite comfortable here, I've settled in."

"That's good, I was a little worried."

"An An, are you not feeling well?" Ye Jiaqi heard the abnormality of her voice, a little hoarse, and a little tired.

What happened?

"No, it's just a little cold." Ning An lowered his eyelashes and coughed lightly, his voice weak and tired.

"Is it really just a cold? An An, you take care of your body, everything else is empty, only the body is your own. Ye Jiaqi advised, "Don't be too tired, did you have fun yesterday on Qixi Festival?" ”

"Overtime, no play."

"Look at you, I said don't be too tired, pay attention to rest, or work overtime."

The corners of Ning An's lips raised a bitter arc, and the bottom of his eyes was a dim light, and there was no trace.

The eyes that are radiant on weekdays are covered with a layer of shallow confusion at this moment, bottomless and without end.

She rubbed her forehead and leaned feebly against the wall.

The wall supported her body, and she didn't fall.

"At that good time, I went to rest first, I just took cold medicine, and I was a little sleepy." Ning'an Road.

"Okay, it's better to take a leave of absence tomorrow, and remember to go to the hospital if it's serious."

"Hmm."

Ning An hung up the phone, she squatted down weakly, buried her head in her knees, and was in pain.

His face was pale, and his lips were like white paper.

With a splitting headache, she squatted on the ground like this, dizzy in front of her eyes.

This is the hotel suite, and the scent of lavender and some ** smells wafts through the air.

Ning An remembered everything last night, and her head hurt even more.

She covered her head and squatted on the ground, and those episodes of last night swept in like a flood, unable to avoid or escape.

Yesterday was Valentine's Day, and Song Shaoyan was away on a business trip.