She didn't go down because she didn't want to waste Li Shengxiao's kindness, and another was that she really didn't know how to repair the car and didn't want to go down to cause trouble.

Even if he knew this, his face was still depressed when he touched his cold skin that was drenched in the rain.

……

Half an hour later, the car returned to the old house.

In the city where there is a signal, Rong Yan has already called Lin Zhiya, probably talking about the little accident they encountered on the way.

As soon as she arrived at the old mansion, Lin Zhiya, who was wearing a shawl, hurriedly greeted her and pushed Li Shengxiao away, "My God, how can it be like this?" Hurry inside. I asked Sister-in-law Xiang to pick up the bath water for you, and you hurry up and take a hot bath. ”

While urging Li Shengxiao, she didn't forget to care about her face, "Xiao Yan, is it cold?" Hurry into the house. I've also got clothes and hot tea for you, so I'll go in and take a break, drink some hot tea, and take a shower. ”

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Lin." The face is always well-behaved and obedient in front of Lin Zhiya, and she is not easy to mess with outside.

After Rong Yan entered, he was wrapped in a blanket handed over by a small bun, drank a sip of warm hot tea, and his pale face looked much better.

She pinched the face of the pretty boy who was afraid that she was not wrapped thick enough, and brought her a small blanket, and said with a smile, "Thank you, baby, but Mommy is enough, don't take it anymore." ”

"I'm afraid of numbness and cold." Li frowned, worried about catching up with the adults, but he didn't wrinkle his eyebrows.

Rong Yan sighed that the palm of his hand felt too good, and reluctantly pinched his little face, "There is my little bun waiting for me at home, Mommy is warm, not cold at all." ”

In order to prove that he was really not cold, Rong Yan squatted down and asked him to touch his forehead with his hand to determine the temperature of his forehead, "Yes, it's not cold at all." ”

Li Yi touched her warm temperature, and finally let go of his restless heart all night, and put the small blanket he brought on the sofa, "Okay, you have to tell me when it's cold." ”

After Rong Yan drank hot tea, he went to the bathroom and took a simple hot shower.

In the living room, Lin Zhiya saw her come out, and immediately greeted her, "Xiao Yan, come here, I stewed pigeon soup for you, come and drink a little." ”

Rong Yan walked over.

Lin Zhiya saw that her hair was still a little damp, and said disapprovingly, "You must blow dry your hair when you wash your hair at night, otherwise your head will hurt when you get older." Hey, you young people just don't pay attention to health, and you'll know later. ”

"Wait a minute, I'll go find you a blow and blow it again."

Rong Yan couldn't stop her, and after a while, Lin Zhiya came back with the blow blow found by the maid, and lovingly pressed her on the sofa and said, "You sit, I'll help you dry it." ”

It was the first time for Rong Yan to let the elders help him blow his hair, and it was as if there was a steel needle under his buttocks, fidgeting, and reaching out to grab it, "Aunt Lin, don't bother, I'll do it myself." ”

"You can't see it yourself, sit down." Lin Zhiya pressed her shoulders and pressed her back, and said softly, "There are some places where you can't blow by yourself, I'll help you dry it in two clicks." ”

Rong Yan is not a hypocritical person, she is just easy to be at a loss in front of her elders. No matter how uncomfortable she was, she still sat down obediently, and didn't grab it with Lin Zhiya.

Lin Zhiya turned on the blow and chose the softest breeze.