The kitchen is filled with the warm aroma of soup and rice, and the orange light cuts out Song Qitang's almost solidified silhouette.

"Tangtang, the porridge is about to spill out!"

Song Qitang lowered her eyes in a daze, and sure enough she saw many boiling bubbles pushing open the lid of the pot. Without thinking, she reached out to hold the pot, only to be burned again.

"Hiss." She hurriedly turned off the fire and pinched her earlobe casually with her fingertips.

Yaoyao hurriedly ran over and grabbed Song Qitang's hand, blowing her fingers gently.

"It doesn't matter, I'll fry you a poached egg and then you can eat."

Yaoyao looked at her and took out only one egg from the refrigerator, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

Song Qitang teased Yaoyao, "That's what children eat."

Having said that, when she served it, there was more than half a poached egg in the bowl.

Yaoyao frowned, "I heard from grandma today that you have lost weight again."

Song Qitang was silent, his eyes moist, and he distributed the poached eggs to her again, "Eat more, otherwise you won't grow taller."

——

After a day of darkness, Song Qitang was finally able to take a bath peacefully.

Until the cold water hit her sore skin, she dragged her tired body back to the bedroom.

Night has enveloped the sky, and bright red "demolitions" can be seen everywhere in the urban villages.

Song Qitang stopped by the window in a daze, remembering the corridor announcement he saw when he returned home.

Urban villages are facing demolition, but tenants can only receive meager compensation.

Before he was sent back to China, his aunt took Yaoyao to live in a village in the city.

Now not only is her aunt seriously ill, but they are also running out of place to live.

Just as he was in a state of despair, the mobile phone on the desktop suddenly swung out of its half-circle, and Bai Wei's name was displayed on the screen.

"I came home at night and saw your note. We signed a contract. If you want to resign, you must give advance notice, otherwise part of your salary will be deducted. I will keep you because of your hard work. Are you still going to do it?"

In dire straits, the so-called integrity and dignity seem not to be worth mentioning.

What flashed through my mind was the high medical expenses, Ruan Xiuzhu's haggard and sick appearance, and Yaoyao's well-behaved and sensible appearance.

"I'm sorry, something happened at home two days ago, and everything has been dealt with."

Song Qitang pursed his lips tightly and dug hard at the patent leather of the desk with his fingers. His eyes flickered and the color gradually became thicker and thicker like splashed ink. "I will go to your house tomorrow."

——

The next morning, Song Qitang went to Bai's house.

Although she consciously prepared herself mentally, she couldn't help but glance at the parking lot.

Bai Wei is a new young model. When she has nothing to do, she will be a guest beauty blogger.

Seeing Song Qitang lingering in the entrance hall after entering, he muttered dissatisfiedly, "I have to live broadcast and have a home party tonight. Please clean the house for me quickly and go to my bedroom to wash the clothes I changed."

Song Qitang originally planned to check the shoe cabinet to see if there were men's leather shoes. Hearing this, he felt a little relieved and thought that the man might not be there. He nodded immediately, "I'll finish it before the afternoon."

"What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"I want to eat sweet water all day long." Bai Wei waved her hand nonchalantly.

So Song Qitang felt more relieved.

The last time Jiang Yanxing came over, Bai Wei even cooked the food herself.

Bai Wei's bedroom has its own bathroom.

Song Qitang pushed the door open and found that the Chihuahua raised by Bai Wei was nowhere to be seen. The furnishings in the room were no different. She didn't think much and walked towards the bathroom.

Clinker, as soon as he put his hand on the door handle, the door suddenly opened from the inside!

Song Qitang consciously retracted the step he took, but his upper body couldn't close enough to hit the opponent!

She hurriedly raised her hands for support. The tentacles were firm and well-defined muscles, exuding the man's powerful aggression, which instantly revived her sleeping memories.

Song Qitang's mind suddenly exploded and he stepped back hastily, not knowing where to put his eyes for a moment.

Jiang Yanxing looked at Song Qitang's hands behind his back with indifference and arrogance, fastened the buttons of his shirt slowly from bottom to top, and spoke in a low voice slowly, "Put the dirty clothes inside."

Song Qitang looked up and saw that the dirty clothes basket contained Bai Wei's dresses and men's shirts.

Just the right amount of intimacy.
Chapter completed!