Zhen Shan took the phone, her red lips twitching slightly, "Now my mother may even think that my wings are as hard as diamonds."

She didn't even have to turn on her phone to know that no one except Zhen Ying would bother calling her or sending her messages.

Of course, Zhen Ying is not here to care about her.

It must have been because she was so bold that she dared to pour red wine in commemoration. The woman not only came to scold her, but also planned to ask her to apologize.

hehe!

"Feel sorry……"

"But it doesn't matter, my wings are indeed stiff."

Zhen Shan smiled and interrupted his apology.

Song Jingcheng's eyebrows softened, "Yeah."

…

In the evening, after the fever subsided, Song Jingcheng sent her back to the apartment.

"I can do it myself. You have been busy all day. Go back and rest first."

Song Jingcheng looked at her, "Why don't you invite me to your house?"

Zhen Shan was slightly surprised and nodded, "My home is simple, don't dislike it."

This is not to be modest, but compared to the luxurious Song family villa, her duplex apartment of more than 100 square meters is really simple, and it is not even bigger than his tea room.

"Of course not."

"Would you like to sit down first? Do you want to drink water or juice?"

Song Jingcheng took her hand and asked her to sit on the sofa, "You're not feeling well yet, so don't be busy, just sit down."

Zhen Shan suddenly noticed that he was wearing a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, which was the birthday gift she had given him earlier.

Song Jingcheng raised his hand and touched the beads, and smiled softly: "I like this gift very much."

When he returned to the room that day, he didn't see the valuable birthday gifts. He only opened the small gift box she gave him. Inside was a string of sandalwood beads, each with "

The word "peace".

Song Jingcheng was stunned and looked at the Buddhist beads in the box for a long time. He vaguely remembered that the last birthday gift his mother gave him on his fifth birthday was not a toy or a learning tool, but a peace charm. She smiled lovingly and said,

May he have a peaceful life.

The simplest blessing is also the most heartfelt and gentle blessing.

Everyone in the world said that he was as rich as anyone in the world, and that he could achieve anything by changing his hands. However, the most ordinary things, health and peace, were the most luxurious things that he could not get.

This string of prayer beads is the best gift he has received since he was five years old.

Zhen Shan pursed his lips and smiled, "I asked for it from a Buddhist temple on the outskirts of Yuncheng. It was consecrated by someone who presided over it. I heard it is very effective."

Song Jingcheng's heart warmed, "In this case, I feel that my return gift last time was very insincere."

Zhen Shan blinked, "But I feel like I've earned it."

The two couldn't help but smile at each other, something was slowly sprouting and blooming in their hearts.

…

At noon the next day, Zhen Shan was eating takeout and scrolling through Weibo.

Yesterday, Jiannian just said that she wanted to enter the entertainment industry, and today, Zhen Ying bought her a hot search to build momentum.

Haha, should she say that she is really a good mother?

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang, and Zhen Shan was a little surprised. Who would come to see her at this time?

Could it be that when Zhen Ying saw that she didn't reply to messages or calls, she just came to scold her?

That woman really can do it.

Zhen Shan put down his cell phone, walked to the door, and looked outside through the peephole.

She was slightly startled, Song Jingcheng?

Zhen Shan opened the door and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Not welcome?"

"Of course not, come in quickly."

"Are you feeling better today?"

"It's okay now."

Song Jingcheng walked in and frowned slightly when he saw takeout on the dining table.

Is this what she eats?

No wonder you are malnourished!

Zhen Shan noticed his gaze and coughed lightly, "Um, have you eaten?"

Song Jingcheng glanced at her, shook his head helplessly, put the bag in his hand on the dining table, and took out the food inside.

Zhen Shan was slightly startled, "What are you doing?"

"It's not fun to eat alone, so I come to eat with you."

"……oh."

"Sit down, don't eat those," Song Jingcheng handed her a pair of chopsticks and said.

There is something more delicious, so Zhen Shan naturally doesn’t need to force himself to eat takeout anymore.

That is, she wanted to pick off the meat while he wasn't paying attention.

"You can't be picky about food," Song Jingcheng said calmly.

Zhen Shan: "..."

Her hands froze and she silently put the meat back.

But then, the empress almost threw her chopsticks.

No, why should she listen to him so much?

Also, when will their relationship become so good that he can take care of her food?

Doesn't he think their development is too fast?

This is really unreasonable!

The empress puffed out her cheeks and lowered her head to eat, not thinking about the strange relationship between them.

Song Jingcheng saw that although she put the meat back but didn't eat it, he asked helplessly, "Why don't you eat meat?"

Zhen Shan raised his head and said, "I don't like eating it."

"Picky eating is bad for your health."

Zhen Shan looked at him, pursed his lips, raised his hands to pick up the piece of meat, but his hands were trembling. When he came close to his lips, something suddenly appeared in his mind.

Her stomach was churning, and she couldn't help but run to the bathroom, covering her lips.

"Shan Shan," Song Jingcheng was startled, quickly put down his chopsticks and followed.

Zhen Shan vomited out everything he had just eaten, and his face turned pale for a moment.

Song Jingcheng supported her and gently stroked her back, "Are you okay?"

Zhen Shan turned on the faucet, washed away the dirt, and shook his head.

Song Jingcheng helped her sit on the sofa, poured a glass of water for her to rinse her mouth, raised his hand to touch her forehead, which felt cold, and said in a tight voice: "I'll take you to the hospital."

Zhen Shanxue said with a pale face, "There is no need to go to the hospital."

He frowned.

"Really, it's not an illness."

"Then, what's going on?"

Song Jingcheng remembered that she felt nauseous just now because she wanted to eat meat. Her behavior could no longer be explained by simple picky eating.

Zhen Shan clenched the water glass with both hands, and his body shivered unconsciously.

Song Jingcheng gently stroked her back, "Don't think about it, I won't ask anymore."

Zhen Shan's eyes were slightly red, "I'm sorry."

Song Jingcheng's heart ached, "You never have to say sorry to me."

"Thanks……"

"No need to say thank you."

Zhen Shan chuckled, "What do you mean?"
To be continued...