Song God And His Little Ancestor - Chapter 25

The girl was lying on the hospital bed, her eyes were closed, and under her pale face, her fragility was revealed.

Song Jiahe never thought that the girl who was as brilliant as the sun yesterday was lying on the hospital bed like this today.

The doctor said she was just too weak, not enough rest.

However, when he received the news and went to the main building, his heart was about to jump out of his throat when he saw the scene of Xia Xiaoman stepping out of the air.

Fortunately, fortunately, he caught Xia Xiaoman.

He actually disliked this feeling, as if something had gotten out of his control.

He also does not know, this kind of means what.

Dropping his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered lightly, looking at Xia Xiaoman. This time, Xia Xiaoman woke up.

She slowly opened her eyes and crashed into a pair of eyes, blinking, her voice slightly sandy, “Song Jiahe?”

With doubts, but behind this name, it contained countless surprises.

“Hmm.” The teenager responded softly, then thought for a moment, “The doctor said your body is too weak, you need to rest more.”

…. Xia Xiaoman, who had donated blood and then gone for a run in the evening, had a moment of weakness, and she was short of breath, “How do you know?”

“…. Your message was sent to me.”

…. Oh ho, how embarrassing.

She thought it was sent to Zhou Zhou.

Subconsciously licking her dry lips, her small tongue traced over the dry lips, and after the pink tongue was withdrawn, she pursed it again.

Song Jiahe moved his eyes away and waited for Xia Xiaoman’s words.

Xia Xiaoman raised her eyes, looked at Song Jiahe, and said in a milky voice – “Thank you.”

Her voice was sweet, and in such a space, it was even more provocative.

Song Jiahe’s nostrils seemed to smell the nice milk smell of Xia Xiaoman’s body again, just like the soft touch he felt when he held Xia Xiaoman for that moment.

Xia Xiaoman’s hair was scattered softly on both sides of her forehead.

He suddenly felt his fingertips rolling hot, the knot of his throat slid up and down a bit, shifted his eyes, and his voice became low, “Mmm.”

The more fragile the flower, the more she can show her delicate, more eye-catching than her usual eyes with stars.

Most of the boys like delicate girls, because delicate girls will be pampered and will give the boys a feeling of being dependent, and Song Jiahe is no exception.

Even more so, he has to like this feeling more than anyone else, unlike the feeling of being relied on, he simply thinks that being delicate means to a large extent that it is difficult to resist.

“Well ….” Xia Xiaoman didn’t know what to say for a moment, “Can you help me bring my phone over here? I’ll get my roommate to pick me up and take me back to the dorm.”

Xia Xiaoman’s school bag was placed on the other side, she now has saline infusion in her hand, so she can’t move.

Song Jiahe brought the bag over to her, and Xia Xiaoman sat up and leaned on the head of the bed.

Her hands have always been white, the color of the school bag is dark blue, fingertips pinch the zipper away, Song Jiahe suddenly wanted to pinch her fingertips and play with her little paws.

“Song Jiahe, when I get better, I’ll treat you to dinner ba.”

Xia Xiaoman arched her eyebrows, the original pale face had more than a trace of blood, “can not refuse oh.”

Xia Xiaoman’s toughness, but like a small cat scratching a big tiger, only the tickling feeling.

“Okay.” Song Jiahe unprecedentedly did not refuse.

The two of them didn’t talk for long, and there was silence for a while.

Song Jiahe’s cell phone rang, he looked at it, “Excuse me, I’ll take a call.”

After the teenager politely said, he left the lounge.

However, Xia Xiaoman did not wait for Song Jiahe to come back, but only for Zhou Zhou.

When Zhou Zhou came in, she saw Xia Xiaoman staring at the door blearily, as if she was waiting for someone.

She subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose, “You’re waiting for me with these eyes?”

“… Hmm.” Xia Xiaoman blinked, actually did not wait for Zhou, but still to answer, then asked, “Did you just see anyone?”

“No one.” Zhou Zhou sat down, “What happened to you, went straight into the infirmary?”

“Uh, nothing much, just too weak.”

Xia Xiaoman took her phone and sent a message–[You… Gone?]

A cautious tone, like a rabbit, exploring unknown territory, testing to see if there is any danger ahead.

“That’s good, then take some tonic.”

Song Jiahe was really something, Song Jiajia had a fever this morning and was crying to see Song Jiahe.

The housekeeper called Song Jiahe, and Song Jiahe got in the car and went home. There was no class on Wednesday afternoon, but he had something going on in the lab, so he sent a message to the professor’s assistant and took a leave of absence.

He saw the message Xia Xiaoman sent, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then replied to – [Sorry, there are some things at home, I’ll leave first.

[Oh, okay, okay.]

Xia Xiaoman looked as if he had been waiting for his reply, his fingers tapping on his lap, thinking about something.

However, by the time he got home, he threw it aside. Song Jiajia was clinging to him, about the reason why he had watched Song Jiajia since he was a child.

“Brother.”

Song Jiajia insisted on his hug, his chubby little hand held Song Jiahe’s neck, his little head leaning on his shoulder, she said in a muffled voice – “I miss mama, I want to see you too.”

The little one also just dropped his fever, his forehead was still plastered with antipyretic patches, and begged, “Also, can I see my sister?”

“….”

Song Jiahe was helpless, he gently patted Song Jiajia’s back, like he was soothing the little cute soul, “No. Oh, you’re sick now, you have to get better before you can see.”

“Oh, that’s good bah.” Song Jiajia was very good, she didn’t make a fuss, “Then I can see my sister by video?”

Song Jiahe was speechless, he almost forgot whose child Song Jiajia is, intelligent as can be.

Dropping his eyes, he said softly – “It depends on whether sister is free or not oh, sister is sick in the morning just like you.”

“Then brother is going to see sister?” Song Jiajia slightly tightened his arms, “see brother pain pain fly fly.”

Milk voice said, “Just like Jiajia oh.”

“Mmm.”

“Then brother ask sister if she is free.”

When you are sick, you always subconsciously rely on others.

In Song Jiajia’s world, Song Jiahe was not only her brother, but even more like her father, than her father.

“Then you drink your porridge well first, and after your nap, brother will go and contact sister, okay?”

Song Jiahe’s voice was gentle, not the same as his usual cool side.

For him, Song Jiajia was not a way to make up for the shadow he once had.

Song Jiahe did not hope that, in the future, Song Jiajia would also be in the same swamp as he was.

“Can I see my sister right now?” Song Jiajia continued to pout, “Now, brother.”

… “Okay, have to go ask sister if she’s free.”

Song Jiahe propped up Song Jiajia with one hand, took out his phone with the other and sent it with text.

Although Song Jiajia knows more words, but still only three years old, she can not read many of them.

When Song Jiahe sent the message, Xia Xiaoman was just ready to take a nap.