C213 Accept (1/2)

The stars in the sky mischievously blinked their eyes, and with a flash, flashed into Song Jiayin's heart.

Looking at the outside, Song Jiayin not only thought about what she and Gong Yichen had experienced along the way.

Gong Yichen came out of the bathroom and saw the bed. There was no one on the balcony, so he turned his head to look at the balcony. Seeing someone standing on the balcony, he walked over and said, ”Why are you standing here? Come in quickly. Don't catch a cold, otherwise my heart will ache.”

Song Jiayin heard him waiting for me to say something, turned her body, looked, laughed, and walked in. Gong Yichen closed the window, and used a towel to wipe her dripping hair.

Song Jiayin looked at him and pulled her over to the bed, letting him sit on it. Go on: ”Let me do it for you.” Gong Yichen looked at him, laughed, and handed the towel over to her.

Song Jiayin sat on the bed with her knees bent. She went up and carefully wiped his head.

Gong Yichen closed his eyes, and enjoyed Song Jiayin's treatment. Gong Yichen opened his eyes, and said to the people behind him: ”Grandfather, he …”

”Oh, grandfather slept right after eating. I saw him sleep,” Gong Yichen heard her words and laughed: ”I saw that you liked grandfather a lot.”

”Of course, Grandfather treats me so well,” Gong Yichen said as he rubbed his head.

”Grandfather is very satisfied with this daughter-in-law of yours.” Song Jiayin looked at the person in front of her as she spoke a little haughtily, ”Of course, who am I?

Gong Yichen laughed, ”Yes yes yes, who are you? Otherwise, why would I not be able to escape from your grasp?”

Song Jiayin laughed, ”Alright, let me blow on your hair dryer,” after that, Song Jiayin got off the bed and took a dryer from the bathroom.

Song Jiayin put the hair dryer on the bedside and said to him, ”Come here.” Looking at him, Gong Yichen slowly moved over.

Gong Yichen looked at the person who was seriously blow-drying his hair, and in his heart, he rejoiced that he had met her.

”Alright, it's dried,” Song Jiayin put down the hair dryer and touched his hair.

Gong Yichen watched as he embraced her waist, pressed his face against hers and asked about the unique fragrance that belonged to her.

Song Jiayin looked at the person who was carrying him: ”What's wrong?”

”I'm very happy to have met you.” Song Jiayin smiled when she heard him wait for me.

”Cough, cough …” Cough * Coughing sounds came from outside the bedroom. The two of them exchanged glances. ”Grandfather is awake.”

The two of them hurriedly headed for the door.

The old man wanted to go downstairs and pour a glass of water, but was startled by the sound of the door opening. ”You're still awake?”

”Grandfather, you …” The old man heard his grandson say, ”My throat is a bit dry when I wake up, so I'm going to pour myself a glass of water.”

”I'll go, Yichen. Help grandpa to go back to his room first, I'll go get it,” he said, walking downstairs.

The old man looked at the person who was walking down the stairs, and then turned his head to look at his grandson with a smile. ”You did get a piece of treasure,” Gong Yichen laughed as he looked at Song Jiayin who was walking down the stairs, ”That's right, who is your grandson?

”Let's go, grandfather. I'll help you back to your room,” the old man looked at his grandson and nodded.

Song Jiayin went downstairs to get a cup of water and a cup of nourishing milk for the elderly, and carried it upstairs together. Song Jiayin held onto a plate, and with much effort, she knocked on the door.