“Go to sleep.”

She said, "I'm not sleepy."

She had slept all day, how could she still sleep?

He was no longer persuaded, so he took off his coat.

Then start taking off your shirt.

He looked at him with a suspicious face.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ll sleep with you.”

Sweet and sweet.

“Don’t you have to work?”

If he doesn’t speak, he undresses.

Sweet and sweet, a little later lying down.

"I'll go to sleep, and you'll go to the company."

The movement of the tie stopped, which looked quite regrettable.

I looked at the sweetness and called Aunt Chen.

"Aunt Chen, don't stop the soup at noon."

“Yes, sir.”

"Don't let her get out of bed."

“Yes, sir.”

He said a few words before finally leaving.

As soon as he left, the cook turned her head and smiled and looked at the sweetness.

"Sir, I really care about you."

Sweet and sweet but shook his head, not half happy.

“He’s guilty, if he didn’t misunderstand me, how could he?”

The cook also knew that Wen Sweet had been locked up in the little black house yesterday and sighed.

"I have never seen a gentleman so kind to a man since he entered the castle."

Wen sweetness did not answer, but said: "Aunt Chen, when Ji Jingchen returns, tell him not to accommodate me because of guilt, I am not used to."

After that, she lay down and turned around.

In the evening, Ji Jingchen left work in the surprised eyes of the people.

As soon as I returned to the castle, I heard this from the cook.

He was silent for a moment.

The cook was worried that he would be angry and explained: "The young lady may be frightened, will..."

Before she could finish, Ji Jingchen asked, “Did you drink the soup at noon?”

The cook jumped too fast, making her a little unresponsive.

“Drink, drink...”

He asked again, “Have you ever been out?”

"No, I've been resting in bed."

Ji Jingchen nodded his head with satisfaction and said, “Is the soup stew for dinner stew?”

The cook nodded his head.

“Give it to me.”

The cook hesitated.

“But...”

Ji Jingchen looked back at her, and the cook hurried to the kitchen to bring out the soup and handed it to him.

After six hours of stewing goji wuji chicken soup aroma, Ji Jingchen took into the bedroom, warm sweet and sweet is reading.

She could not sleep, but if she got out of bed, the cook was in a hurry with her.

There was no way to sweeten, so I had to bring a book and look at it in bed.

When he came in, the wind was blowing outside the window.

The wind never closed the gap in the cracks came in, stirring the warm and sweet long hair.

The heart was soft and went over.

“When are you going to get me to school?”Sweetie saw him come in and looked up at him.

He ate every meal and drank every soup.

He found himself in love with the move.

"You need to rest."

Sweet but frowned.

“Are you going to shut me up again?”

The movement of Ji Jingchen stopped, and a wrinkle appeared in his eyebrows.

“No way.”He whispered.

He said, “But I want to go to school.”

The sound was lightened.

"I'll take two days off for you, rest for a few days before I go back."

“I want to stay in school.”

“No!”

As soon as Ji Jingchen heard her mention this matter again, he immediately refused to speak, and stood up in emotion.

Sweet and sweet, I didn’t speak.

He was silent for half a minute before finally sat down again.

“Drink soup first.”

He took the soup to the cold and sent it to the sweet and sweet mouth, as if it were more important than anything.

She didn’t know what he was thinking.

For two consecutive days, every day he arrived home on time and took the work of feeding her.

For a few days, sweetness never moved.

Even at noon, Ji Jingchen will deliberately return from the company, just to feed her to eat.

When I saw Ji Jingchen again, he came in with soup and food, Wen Sweet felt that he could not go on like this again.

"You don't have to feel guilty, I'm fine."

But Ji Jingchen said, “Do you think I’m guilty?”

Sweet and sweet look at him.

Overnight, his attitude turned upside down, and only this reason could explain it.

He licked his lips, but he didn’t know how to speak.

After dinner, sweet and sweet, "You don't have to do this, I'm okay."

"I'm not guilty."He suddenly spoke coldly.

Sweet and sweet looked up at him.

Clear and calm in your eyes.

But that’s how it made him think of the things he had done to her before.

He held out his hand and covered her eyes.

I don’t even dare to look at it.

"I'll be nicer to you than anyone else."

The low voice seemed to be full of inconvenient feelings.

Sweet heart quivered, but did not move.

“Where is the language of the day?”

He said sweetly, “Where’s the man you’ve been waiting for for twelve years?”

“You know?”

He raised his hand and pulled the hand that had covered him in his own eyes.

“What has kept you waiting for 12 years?”

He looked at her, opened his mouth, and his throat dried up.

"I have met an angel."

With a strong love in the voice, the sweet heart is painful.

She remembered what Jiang had said in the little black room before.

“Do you think that person is a geese?”

“It could just be her.”

Although he doubted and doubted, no matter how he investigated, the person who met the age, name, and location, only Jiang Tiantian.

Even if he doesn’t believe it.

“I know...”

Late at night.

Jian Chen has just returned from the company.

Although he can reduce the time to complete the work, leave work early.

But some activities could not be pushed away, and by the time he returned, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening.

When he got out of the car, he saw that the whole castle was dark.

“What happened?”

The butler said, "The nearby circuit is repaired, and the power is out of power."

“The power outage?”

He raised his head, his eyes sharp.

“Where is she?”

The butler did not know, so he said, "The young lady said to rest."

He glanced at the warm and sweet room with concern.

A piece of darkness.

She said she was afraid of the dark.

Ji Jingchen suddenly nervous in his heart, quickly walked in, directly through the living room upstairs, to the sweet door of the room.

knocking on the door.

“Have you slept?”

There was no sound in the room.

He frowned and knocked again, and the voice was more urgent.

“Jian Chenyao?”Respond to me!”

There is no sound at all.

There was some panic on Ji Jingchen's face, and he hit the door hard and kicked it open.

The log door hit the wall, made a loud noise, and bounced back.

He raised his hand and walked into the room.

The windows were open in the bedroom, and the light moonlight came in from outside.

Through the faint light, Ji Jingchen saw the quilt arch on the bed and arch a bag.