From Sidekick to Bigshot

"Brother, Xiao Ling is fine, just a little uncomfortable." Jian Yichen explained to Jian Yiheng.

"He won't let me see." Although Jian Yiheng has no special feelings for Jian Yiling, he is all from their Jian family, and he has the obligation to protect her.

"That's because Xiaoling would be embarrassed." Jian Yichen was embarrassed.

"Why are you embarrassed."

"Brother, Xiao Ling is a girl."

Jian Yichen has tried to explain the problem to his brother in a tactful way.

"So?" Jian Yiheng had a calm face with a serious expression.

"Brother, women will be uncomfortable for a few days every month!" Jian Yichen had already said this bluntly.

Little Rabbit had nothing else to do, but the aunt came, and Zhai Yunsheng stuffed it back into the rabbit nest.

He thought he had told his brother that Xiao Ling was unwell, and he would understand.

Sure enough, he still overestimated his brother's knowledge of women.

Jian Yiheng finally understood the meaning of his brother's words.

The cold color on the grim face was replaced by a touch of red clouds.

Jian Yiheng turned his head and left, Zhai Yunsheng returned to Jian Yiling's room.

On the 1.8-meter bed, only a small bag was raised.

As soon as Zhai Yunsheng entered the door, Jian Yiling, who had just exposed his head, retracted his head into the bed.

Zhai Yunsheng smiled dozingly.

The little guy is still embarrassed about this kind of thing.

"Your second brother said he wants to make brown sugar **** tea for you. I just tried it. I probably won't blow up the kitchen.

It was the first time that Zhai Yunsheng was cooking, and he contributed to this cup of brown sugar **** tea.

"Second brother?"

Jian Yiling's muffled questioning sound came out of her life.

"In order to give him enough buffer time, I added him as a friend." Zhai Yunsheng explained, "When I asked him this question just now, I could feel his teeth gnashing at me, but he still taught me to cook. Brown sugar **** tea."

After all, love is the sister of the idea want to beat the fat beat Zhai Yun Sheng.

After a while, Zhai Yunsheng went to the kitchen to see that the brown sugar **** tea was already cooked.

He brought it to Jian Yiling.

"If the ratio taught by your second brother is too spicy or sweet, ask him to settle the account."

Zhai Yunsheng had already thrown the pot to Jian Yunmo before drinking.

A small head was exposed from the bed.

Then the neck, then the shoulders, then a pair of arms and small hands.

Moving slowly, he took the brown sugar **** tea in Zhai Yunsheng's hand, blew it, and drank it in small sips.

After drinking, Zhai Yunsheng asked Jian Yiling: "Would you like to rub your belly? I just checked the Internet and said that rubbing your belly is useful."

Jian Yiling did not speak.

Zhai Yunsheng sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out one of his big palms to shake in front of Jian Yiling, "Would you like it?"

Jian Yiling immediately buried herself under the quilt.

Zhai Yunsheng looked at her with a smile, but he knew she wouldn't want it.

Just want to tease her.

"Then you take a good rest first, don't get too tired at work, I'll come over during dinner time."

Zhai Yunsheng was about to stand up, suddenly a small hand stretched out from under the bed and grabbed his wrist.

"Huh?" Zhai Yunsheng turned back and looked at the little hand with a surprised expression, "What's wrong?"

The little head also came out of the quilt, looking at Zhai Yunsheng with clear eyes...

"Knead." The voice was as thin as a mosquito, and the words were clear and clear.

Soft voice, small request, a little shy, but insisted.