Qing'er lowered her eyes with a frustrated look on her face, pouted her mouth, adding a little disappointment to her already displeased face. Song Cheng naturally couldn't bear to let Qing'er down. You know, the soup in her hand was the first meal that Qing'er made by herself, and it was also a kind of satisfaction that he could be lucky enough to taste.

"Don't be upset, I'll just drink it." Song Cheng pampered Qing'er's little cheek.

Qing'er's mood immediately changed drastically. She smiled happily and nodded with satisfaction. She said happily: "Try it quickly or not."

Song Cheng was always able to be like this. The ever-changing Qing'er made him laugh and cry. He picked up the small bowl and Qing'er took the tray in his hand. Song Cheng gently drank the soup, but a strange smell made it difficult for him to swallow. Perhaps because of the bitterness of the taste, he couldn't help frowning.

Qing'er's first time cooking in person was of course very much looking forward to the evaluation, so she kept paying attention to Song Cheng's expression, but when she saw Song Cheng frowning, she said nervously: "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

Song Cheng realized that Qing'er had been staring at him, so he relieved the expression on his face and drank a big sip of soup. Because the soup tasted too strange and he drank too hard, his breath did not relieve it for a while, causing him to cough repeatedly.

"Cough...cough..." Song Cheng covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly, worried that it was too unbearable. He secretly suppressed himself. Seeing this, Qing'er patted him lightly on the back ignorantly. She was not sure about Song Cheng's performance at all.

"Brother Cheng, are you okay?" Qing'er looked ignorant and seemed to lack a lot of confidence.

Song Cheng waved his hands repeatedly, and after he relieved it, he spoke, "It's okay, the soup you made is so different, so I'm a little anxious."

"Really?" Qing'er looked at him with a look of disbelief.

Song Cheng smiled far-fetchedly. Although it was difficult to get the soup, he still didn't want to hit Qing'er's kindness, so he said firmly: "Really."

Qing'er was very suspicious of her craftsmanship, and she said, "Then I'll try it too."

As Qing'er said that, she reached out to the small bowl in Song Cheng's hand. Song Cheng hurriedly avoided it. He suddenly raised his head and drank the soup in one breath. Although it was difficult to swallow, he still finished the soup in nothing left.

"Of course, I can only leave such a delicious thing for me to drink." Song Cheng smiled a little silly.

Qing'er was even more surprised by Song Cheng's actions, and at the same time she was even more suspicious of her own production. Looking at Xiaowan who was at the bottom, even if she wanted to prove it, she would have no chance, so she could only treat it as Song Cheng's truth.

Just as both of them were silently brewing their thoughts, Song Anle on the bed made a slight sound. Song Cheng and Qing'er looked over very sensitively. Song Anle moved her body gently. Song Cheng called out in panic: "Anle."

Song Cheng and Qing'er both rushed to Song Anle's bed nervously. Seeing Song Anle return to sleep again, Song Cheng gently called out "Anle."

Qing'er also said excitedly and nervously: "Anle, wake up, I am Qing'er."

But Song Anle still had no movement at all. Qing'er looked at Song Cheng, as if she was expressing disappointment, while Song Cheng had a serious expression on his face, with deep worries.

At this time, a servant outside the house said, "Report to the eldest son, a young man who claims to be Gao Yuanshang is visiting outside the mansion."

When Song Cheng heard this name, he seemed to be ignited and angry. He angrily said, "Let him get out, I don't want to see him."

There was no sound outside the house for a few seconds. Qing'er's heart was thrilled again, but she didn't dare to speak when she saw Song Cheng so angry. Just then, the servant outside the house said tremblingly: "But... the young master Gao claimed that he was coming to save the eldest lady, so..."

Song Cheng looked outside the door. In fact, he was always worried that Song Anle's poison would be able to be solved by the poisoning person. Now, Gao Yuanshang came to the door for this reason, so how could he show off his temporary aura regardless of Song Anle's life safety?

"Let him come in, but tell him first. If he can't untie the eldest lady's poison, he will not want to leave here." Song Cheng's cold tone showed a strong warning.

The servant came out of the house and said in a panic: "I will report it now."

Qing'er secretly looked at Song Cheng. Such a Song Cheng was no longer the brother who was still bullied by her and loved her everywhere. At this time, he made her not only a little scared, but even a little afraid to get close.

Gao Yuanshang followed the maid in the mansion to the gate of Yiyuan. He could not imagine anything when he looked at the two neatly crafted "Yiyuan" hanging on the gate. He walked into the yard, which was not too big. Due to the boring winter, the flowers, plants and trees in the yard were beaten into a decayed scene by frost, but there were also some flower branches that had been unwavering all year round, still tenaciously scattering in the cold temperature.

Gao Yuanshang walked to the door of the house and felt a warm feeling floating. From the temperature inside, it can be judged that Song Zhai's wealth is not as valuable as the architectural decorations in the courtyard, which is a bit inconsistent with the nobles.

Out of politeness, Gao Yuanshang did not walk into the dormitory, and without waiting for him to enter, Song Cheng was already waiting in the main hall. Judging from the darkness of Song Cheng's face, Gao Yuanshang was secretly proud of himself. Song Cheng was indeed as angry as he imagined.

"Gao came to disturb him, he was rude." Gao Yuanshang bowed and signaled. Although Song Cheng did not go out to greet him, his superficial etiquette was still very good.

"No need to say more nonsense, take out the antidote quickly." Song Cheng's cold tone and his face did not have a trace of expression. He didn't care about any etiquette. He just wanted to know whether Gao Yuanshang could really detach Song Anle's poison.

Since Song Cheng, who is a landlord, did not care about etiquette, and Gao Yuanshang was not inferior to him at all, he said coldly: "There is no antidote."

"You..." Song Cheng almost rushed up impulsively, but Qing'er walked out of the dormitory and shouted in time: "Brother Cheng."

Song Cheng glanced at Qing'er who was walking. He had already rushed out and took it back. He glared at Gao Yuanshang, as if venting his anger at him.

Qing'er looked at Gao Yuanshang with guilt. She had no way to resolve this situation. On one side was her beloved brother and on the other side was the man she loved, so she could only walk to Gao Yuanshang and nodded politely and said, "Young Master Gao, my sister is in danger. I hope you can save her with your hands. The little girl will be grateful."

Qing'er owed slightly, Gao Yuanshang quickly supported Qing'er and stopped her from owing. At the same time, he also said: "Ms. Bai is so serious. Gao originally intended to detoxify Miss Song. Why does Miss Bai have such a polite gift? Gao is really ashamed of taking responsibility."

Gao Yuanshang's tone was obviously much gentler, and Qing'er was also thrilling from the bottom of her heart. However, Song Cheng looked at Qing'er in surprise, shyness. He didn't expect that Qing'er would tell Gao Yuanshang her real surname.

"Young Master Gao, you are polite. As long as the young master can save my sister, the little girl is willing to be a slave for you." Qing'er believes that Gao Yuan is not the kind of person who will not save you, but she blurted out the words and words of birth. She did not know whether she was too frivolous, but her life depends entirely on her inner intention.

"Miss Bai is so sincere, Gao seems to be powerless and has to do his best." Gao Yuanshang's mouth outlined a wicked smile. The words that he seemed to be very impressed with were probably the words that involved life and life, and were all so touching.

Qing'er smiled even more shyly. She realized the embarrassment and also took into account Song Anle's safety. So she said again: "By the way, Anle has been unconscious. The doctor said it was because there was still poison in her body. I wonder if this is the case?"

Gao Yuanshang also returned to his seriousness and said, "It's roughly the case, but I don't have enough antidotes, so I can only detoxify her myself."

Qing'er looked at her with an unknown face. Song Cheng heard the 'personal' and said anxiously: "What are you going to do?"

"What do you want me to do?" Gao Yuanshang threw the problem back with a provocative look.

Song Cheng was full of anger, but he couldn't make him childish in the safety of Song Anle's life, so he said angrily: "Gao Yuanshang, I warn you again, if Anle has any mistakes, I will not let you go."

Gao Yuanshang glanced at Song Cheng with a arrogant look. The rejection between them was probably not clear about each other's identities and origins, but they probably had no other grudges, which prompted them to like each other. However, Gao Yuanshang's natural arrogance has always been at the high end of the world. Although Song Cheng has always kept a low profile, his arrogance with both internal and external is unscrupulous.

Qing'er was hard to tell the difference between clear air, so she walked up at the right time and said, "Brother Cheng, don't worry, I believe that Brother Yuan Shang will definitely remove the toxins in Anle's body."

Song Cheng glanced at Qing'er coldly. Although he had been forcing himself to distinguish between all grudges, love and hatred, it was difficult for a person to control his instinctive psychology. For example, Qing'er helped Gao Yuanshang to speak, and the jealousy in his heart would invisibly surround him.

Seeing that Song Cheng was silent, Qing'er agreed, or she had no choice but to win the solution, so she walked in front of Gao Yuanshang and said, "If Brother Yuanshang needs any help, just tell me."

Gao Yuanshang finally relaxed his tense and cold expression. He smiled lightly and said gently: "Thank you."

Qing'er smiled sweetly. The smile from the heart was like the warm sun in the cold winter, or like the breeze in the blooming flowers, giving people a warm feeling and making people feel comfortable.
Chapter completed!