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Chapter 156 Mr. Duan's cooking skills are getting better and better

Duan Yao paused, his Adam's apple bobbing as he held the porridge spoon.

He froze, his heart trembling violently.

The person behind him tightened their grip around his waist, rubbing their face against his back. "Mr. Duan, what are you cooking?"

"It smells so good, I'm hungry."

Hearing the sound, Duan Yao finally came to his senses.

The hand that wasn't holding the porridge spoon tightly enveloped Song Beiyou's hand. Without turning around, she simply savored the beauty of the moment. "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Song Beiyou's voice was gentle and warm, "Except for being hungry, everything is fine."

Duan Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked down, he saw that Song Beiyou was only wearing a pair of thin socks.

His brows furrowed slightly in an instant.

He immediately put down the porridge spoon, turned off the gas stove, and turned around to pick up Song Beiyou.

Just now, Song Beiyou was hugging Duan Yao from behind.

Now Duan Yao is holding Song Beiyou from the front.

After two days of burning, Song Beiyou lost a few pounds, and Duan Yao could almost lift her buttocks with one hand.

Song Beiyou was completely unprepared. The moment he was suddenly turned around and picked up, her hands instinctively reached up to his neck.

She instinctively hooked her legs around his waist to prevent herself from falling to the ground.

In other words, at this very moment, Song Beiyou is being hugged by Duan Yaoxiong!

The suggestive pose caused Song Beiyou's cheeks to flush red instantly.

Hot and scalding.

If you didn't know better, you'd think she had a fever again.

That's what Duan Yao thinks.

He held Song Beiyou in one arm and raised the other to touch her forehead. "Why is it hot again?"

Is it because I wasn't wearing slippers?

I called Xie Jingbai and asked him to come over.

He then carried her to the sofa, poured her a glass of warm water, and said, "Please sit down first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out his phone.

Just as he was about to dial Xie Jingbai's number, Song Beiyou stopped him, saying, "I'm fine, you don't need to call."

I was just startled by you.

"Me?" Duan Yao stopped dialing, not quite understanding what Song Beiyou meant.

Song Beiyou was quite direct, "Yeah, I've never been hugged like this before."

Before, I was always carried in a princess carry or a horizontal hug. Suddenly being hugged in a bear hug felt strange and made me feel shy.

After saying that, she pursed her lips.

Duan Yao finally "got it" and chuckled as he squatted down in front of Song Beiyou.

"Did you make your girlfriend blush in a moment of panic?"

Song Beiyou nodded, "Yes."

Duan Yao smiled again, not dwelling on the question for long, and his gaze fell on Song Beiyou's feet, "Why didn't you wear slippers when you came out?"

Song Beiyou: "The house has underfloor heating, so it's not cold."

Duan Yao cautioned, "You've just recovered from a fever, so you still need to be careful."

Enjoying Duan Yao's attentive care, Song Beiyou obediently replied, "Okay."

A moment later, a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, perfectly suited to Song Beiyou's taste, was consumed, and he basically recovered.

Looking much better, Song Beiyou praised Duan Yao, "President Duan's cooking skills are getting better and better, it's delicious."

Duan Yao smiled slightly, washed the dishes, and was about to call Xie Jingbai again to ask him to come over, but Song Beiyou refused once more.

"I am a doctor."

Duan Yao: "A doctor cannot heal himself."

Song Beiyou: "It's normal to have a fever."

Moreover, having a fever once in a while isn't necessarily a bad thing; it can often boost our metabolism and awaken our immune system.

rest assured."

Since Song Beiyou said so, Duan Yao listened to her.

He glanced out onto the balcony and an idea struck him. "If you don't want him to come, then I'll sleep with you tonight. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease."

Song Beiyou, “…”

He will take advantage of the situation.

Song Beiyou gave in, and not long after finishing her porridge, she was forced to go to bed again.

At 9:30 p.m., Duan Yao finally got his wish and lay down beside her.

The lights weren't all off yet; a desk lamp was left on so Song Beiyou, who couldn't sleep at all, could read.

Duan Yao couldn't resist her, so he lay there looking at her with great joy, his hands unconsciously wrapping around her waist.

His gaze was always hard to contain, making Song Beiyou feel embarrassed. "What are you doing?"

Duan Yao: "You've lost weight, you need to gain it back."

Song Beiyou subconsciously looked down at herself. "I haven't lost weight. I still have all the right parts."

Duan Yao smiled helplessly, "Where are you looking?"

She even started joking about herself.

Song Beiyou, "Didn't you see that?"

Duan Yao quickly denied it, "How could that be?"

"Why not?" Song Beiyou seemed to be in much better spirits. "The underwear you bought for me at the Duan family's old house on New Year's Eve was the perfect size."

You must have observed this quite a bit on a regular basis, right?

Duan Yao, “…”

Suddenly, I had a feeling that I couldn't quite explain.

Why did my girlfriend become so bold after she had a fever?

If that's the case, then he won't be polite.

He reached out and slipped his hand under her clothes. "Let me tell you how I found out. It was the night you left me a few months ago."

Once you've touched it, you'll never forget it.

How could I not know about sizes?

......

There's no such thing as purity when adult men and women are in a relationship.

Of course, Duan Yao wouldn't be so "beastly" as to lay a hand on Song Beiyou, who wasn't fully recovered from her fever.

However, he went after her hand.

"Lend it to me."

Song Beiyou gave him a questioning look.

A few seconds later, she understood.

Time flies! Before we knew it, it was already the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

The Duan Group started work early, and when Song Beiyou woke up, she was alone in bed; Duan Yao had gone to work.

The bed suddenly felt empty.

I tried to reach for my phone and found that I could lift my hand, but my fingers felt numb. It took me a long time to regain my dexterity.

Instantly, the "unbearable" scenes from last night came flooding back.

Thinking back now, my palms and face were both steaming hot.

Especially when she thought of the ambiguous look in Duan Yao's eyes last night, her cheeks flushed involuntarily, and she exclaimed inwardly, "I'm convinced."

Just then, a phone rang urgently.

After shaking off his daze, Song Beiyou turned to the side and picked up his phone from the bedside table.

It was Zongzheng Qi. She answered, "Hello."

Zongzheng Qi: "Youyou, my father has woken up."

Song Beiyou checked the time. "Okay, I'll get ready. It'll probably be more than an hour before I arrive."

Zongzheng Qi: "Take your time, there's no rush."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Song Beiyou immediately got out of bed to prepare.

The main family residence was bathed in the gentle afternoon sunlight.

After Elder Zong woke up, security was tightened even more.

Like other prominent families in the capital, the Zong family had a large courtyard and an air of profound heritage that money could not buy.

Zong Lanfang arrived in the first-floor reception room.

She was about to enter the inner hall when the steward, following Zongzhengqi's instructions, stopped her.

"What? You won't even let me see my dad? What kind of logic is that?"

Is this home no longer big enough for me?

Butler Wang lowered his head. "Miss, I'm sorry, I was just following orders."

The old man has just recovered from a serious illness and needs to rest.

Please go back first.

Zong Lanfang refused, "No!"