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"Xiangxiang, come down here."

Before Jiang Chuxiang could act, he was urged by his old father on the phone.

No way, this house is a bit big, and sometimes people can't hear people talking downstairs, especially when people are in the garden.

Jiang Chuxiang went downstairs.

Jiang Shiqian handed her an insulated box, "Go to the next door and bring this to Cheng Shao."

Jiang Chuxiang:! ——How did the old father know that she wanted to spy on Cheng Shao, and even gave her a fair excuse!

She scratched her head and put the thermos on the dining table, "It's not very good, it's already past eleven o'clock."

There is a feeling of being caught in the heart.

Jiang Shiqian said calmly: "It's not too late, this point is not too late for you young people."

Jiang Chuxiang was shocked, when did Dad become so open?

Jiang Chuxiang unscrewed the insulated box and found a stomach-nourishing porridge with lotus seeds and red dates inside.

Tell her to come over briskly, just to deliver a cup of porridge?

"Father, it's not appropriate to go there to deliver porridge in the middle of the night." Jiang Chuxiang said awkwardly.

Even if you want to find Cheng Jinghao, you should find a better excuse.

Jiang Shiqian said: "Young Master Cheng is sick and has been staying at home for the past few days."

"Ah?" Jiang Chuxiang was also quite surprised. In her impression, Cheng Jinghao had always been as gentle as a jade. He hit Li Jizhong's car twice and nothing happened. Why did he get sick?And how did Dad know he was sick?

"Why don't you let my younger brother go?" Jiang Chuxiang tentatively asked. For Cheng Jinghao, her biggest courage now is to take a peek, and she has absolutely no intention of picking flowers.

Jiang Shiqian looked at Jiang Chuxiang, and said tolerantly, "Xiangxiang, love is not spoken, but made. When two people are together and can take care of each other, that is love. Although Cheng Shao is the eldest son of the Cheng family, now he is Cheng You are the CEO of the Group, but he can put down his body to cook for you and peel shrimp for you. I think you can see how much he cares for you. "

Jiang Chuxiang lowered his head, touching his fingers together in a daze.

Of course, she has also seen what Cheng Jinghao did. To be honest, Cheng Jinghao is indeed the kind of good looks she likes, and she has been tempted by him more than once.

However, those two years really made her a little weak in love.

It’s okay to look back, ignore Wu Shaohan, she can do it too, as for starting a new relationship, she seems——
As for Jiang Shiqian, I was afraid that Jiang Chuxiang would always not respond, and Cheng Jinghao became cold-hearted and missed this relationship.

Finally, under Jiang Shiqian's gaze, Jiang Chuxiang put the lid on the thermos bottle, "Okay, he's sick, I'll go and see him."

She is a doctor, if Cheng Jinghao is really sick, she can help him heal, which can be regarded as repaying him.

Jiang Chuxiang carried the insulation box, walked to the door, thought of something, and said again, "I will be back before twelve o'clock."

At this time, it was already twelve o'clock, and it was only forty minutes before twelve o'clock.

Jiang Chuxiang took the elevator down, exited the elevator room, went to the next unit, and then took the elevator up to the 23rd floor. His house was on the same floor as hers, but hers was 2302, and this side was 2301.

At the door, Jiang Chuxiang rang the bell.

No one answered, and after a while, the phone rang, and it was Cheng Jinghao.

Jiang Chuxiang picked it up.

"Baby, come in by yourself, the password of the door is your birthday."

The voice on the phone was indeed weak.

However, she still felt a little weird that the password for the door was her birthday.

After entering the password, open the door and enter.

There was no one downstairs, only a corridor light was turned on, and his house was originally decorated in a simple and retro style, making it even more empty.

Cheng Jinghao's room is upstairs, she came here once, and went upstairs familiarly.

Jiang Chuxiang knocked on the black bedroom door twice, but didn't hear a response, and pushed the door, but didn't push it.

"Young Master Cheng, my father asked me to bring porridge. If it's not convenient for you to come out, then I'll put the thermos at the door."

Jiang Chuxiang put the thermos in the corridor.

Thinking about it, I felt something was wrong.

Inside, Cheng Jinghao lifted the quilt to reveal his head, and sighed secretly. He wanted to pretend to be sick, but he forgot to lock the door. Instead, he let Jiang Chuxiang go away, and hurriedly got up to open the door.

On the other side, Jiang Chuxiang was afraid that Cheng Jinghao would faint inside alone, so he simply turned sideways and knocked the door open, but the door opened from the inside just as he hit the door.

Unprepared, Jiang Chuxiang suddenly lost weight, fell inward, and bumped into Cheng Jinghao who opened the door. Both of them fell to the ground. Jiang Chuxiang lay on Cheng Jinghao's body, with his head against his chest muscles.

Cheng Jinghao only cared about supporting Jiang Chuxiang to prevent her from falling over. She used herself as a meat pad, hit her head on the floor, and her eyes were full of gold stars. Now it's all right, and she doesn't have to pretend to be sick, she just fainted.

Jiang Chuxiang turned his head and found that his hand was on Cheng Jinghao's shoulder. He was wearing a golden silk nightgown, which was pulled when he fell just now. The neckline was open, revealing his strong shoulders and exquisite chest muscles.

Jiang Chuxiang blushed a little, and felt hot where her hand touched Cheng Jinghao, "Do you have a fever?" She touched Cheng Jinghao's forehead.

This pose is too ambiguous, no matter what action you make, it looks like you are flirting.

Cheng Jinghao grabbed her hand, "I don't have a fever."

His hand was big and warm, just enough to wrap her little hand.

Jiang Chuxiang coughed, withdrew his hand, and pressed Cheng Jinghao's chest to get up.

Cheng Jinghao groaned below.

"Young Master Cheng, you didn't hurt from the fall, did you?"

"I am fine."

Even so, Cheng Jinghao supported Jiang Chuxiang's shoulders and asked Jiang Chuxiang to get up first.

Sitting on the ground, Jiang Chuxiang saw the thermos bottle he brought fell on the ground, the lid was opened, and all the porridge inside had been spilled.

While Cheng Jinghao was lying on the ground, he pretended for a while.

Since what happened two years ago, after he told her the truth, instead of drawing closer the distance between him and her, it made her feel a knot in her heart and further away from him.

Seeing Cheng Jinghao's pale face and cold sweat on his forehead, Jiang Chuxiang said, "Get up first." He took Cheng Jinghao's hand, and when he got up, put his hand under his armpit to support him, and slowly stood up.

The man's body smelled of pine wood, and with her head under his jaw, he could see his strong chest muscle line at a glance.

Jiang Chuxiang stretched out his hand and pulled back his nightgown a little, only to find that the thermos bottle that was opened just now had some porridge on it, "I'll change it later."

Cheng Jinghao pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Okay."

Jiang Chuxiang managed to help Cheng Jinghao back to the bed, "Where are the changed clothes?"

Cheng Jinghao rolled his eyes sideways.

Jiang Chuxiang opened the wardrobe next to the bed, and there was a spacious cloakroom inside. Cheng Jinghao was a fastidious person, so naturally he had a lot of clothes, so Jiang Chuxiang took out a nightgown casually.

"Change it."

But Cheng Jinghao was half leaning on the bed, looking weak, "Can't you change?"

"Well, help me." Cheng Jinghao raised his hand, then lowered it weakly, looking at the girl in front of him with a flushed face, he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.

It's better to pretend to be sick.