Xia Xin stretched and got up lazy.

The bright sunshine outside the window reminded him that it was already midnight now.

Xia Xin looked up at the alarm clock on the opposite wall at 9 o'clock.

It means he still slept for 4 hours.

Everything was done last night at 5 a.m.

He also sent Song Qian to the hospital. Song Qian didn't want to go to the hotel, she wanted to take care of the mosquitoes. Xia Xin thought about it and still sent her there.

The same thing is said, he can't control other people's feelings, and Xia Xin can only do what he should do.

After washing up, when Xia Xin opened the door, he was stunned for a moment. The graceful figure on the sofa made him feel as if he had returned to the past in a trance.

Xia Xin was stunned for a while before he realized that it was not Leng Xuetong on the sofa, but Xia Huan.

Just because the temperaments of the two are actually a bit similar, from a distance, they both have a quiet and elegant temperament, and their figures are also a bit similar, slim, slender, soft and tender, except for their breasts.

Another difference is TV. Xia Huan was sitting upright on the sofa without watching TV. One leg was placed on the other leg, and the book was placed on the thigh, and reading quietly.

The floor curtain behind was opened, and the bright sunshine shone on the floor and sofa around her, and the living room was shining brightly.

Xia Huan's beautiful little face reflected beautiful brilliance, and her pair of quiet eyes were quietly staring at the books in her hand.

It was not until a long time after reading that page that she stretched out her slender and tender little hand, put the bookmark next to her into the page, slowly closed the book, put it on the coffee table in front of her, smiled at Xia Xinying, showing a beautiful smile like the spring breeze and rain, and said happily, "Young Master, morning."

"morning."

Xia Xin smiled bitterly and said, "You'd better call me Xia Xin. Haven't you all left the Xia family?"

Because Xia Xin treats Xia Xuan as a friend, the young master always feels strange.

Xia Huan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a slightly shy and playful smile, "I thought about it carefully, it would be better to call the young master."

"Why...?" Xia Xin expressed confusion.

"What are others calling you?"

"Xia Xin."

"Yes, they are all called Xia Xin. But there is only one who calls him Young Master."

“…Yes, you are the only one who calls.”

"So..."

Xia Huan smiled, stood up and walked into the kitchen, and said from the kitchen, "Young Master, wait a moment, I'll make you breakfast."

Xia Xin looked at Xia Huan's back with a blank look on his face. He was thinking, is the relationship between the conversation just now formed?

Isn't it related?

"Young Master, do you like Chinese or Western styles?"

“Just be simple. Just be simple.”

Xia Xin actually wanted to come by himself, but Xia Huan insisted.

She didn't make too fancy either, just simple milk, with mini sandwiches, ham sausages, and an omelette.

This made Xia Xin relieved. He was afraid that Xia Xin would make another table of Manhan's banquet enthusiastically, and it would be a pity to throw it away. If he had to eat it... he had to stay in bed all day, and Xia Xin didn't like wasting food.

"By the way, where is Fei Yi? How come you all get up so early?"

Xia Xin felt that he was a bit early, but Fei Yi, Xia Huan came back with him yesterday and lay down at 5 o'clock. How long did they sleep?

"I don't know him, he was gone when I got up."

Because Xuanfeng went out to do business, Xia Huan lived in Yisha's room. Fei Yi slept on the sofa as usual. As for Leng Xuetong's room, Xia Xin would never let others live there.

He always vaguely expects when Leng Xuetong might suddenly come back.

Xia Huan made a cup of coffee for herself, sat at the dining table, drinking coffee while looking at Xia Xin, "Time is precious, and I always feel that it's a pity to waste it in vain when I sleep."

“…”

This reminds Xia Xin that it seems that every successful person’s memoir will have this sentence in his memoir, reminding everyone to cherish time and not waste it.

"I'm going to the hospital next and see my friend, where are you going?"

Because the loan shark has been completed, there is no need for Xia Huan to follow him.

Xia Huan poured some sugar in, stared at the coffee and stirred for a while, then looked up at Xia Xin and affirmed, "I will go wherever you go."

"I'm actually fine."

"I'm fine, either."

Xia Huan shook her head and said, "My bank card has been frozen or transferred, and my position has been replaced or revoked. I am fine now. I have no money or work anymore. I can only follow the young master."

Xia Huan said this and chuckled, "I feel comfortable serving the young master, it's all my job now."

Xia Xin quickly rejected, "No, no, no, don't talk nonsense. It would be a waste of talent to let you work as a maid and nanny."

Xia Huan is capable, talented, knowledgeable, talented, and able to do almost anything. If such a talented and beautiful woman follows her, she will run around and be a maid, and the Creator will not spare her.

"Yanya, I have already said that you are free and you can do whatever you want."

"Yeah, you said it. I know."

Xia Huan said with a soft and shy smile, "I am already doing what I want to do now. For now, that's all."

“…”

In the end, Xia Huan came to the hospital with Xia Xin.

When Xia Xin walked into the ward, Wu Ziwen was already awake and was chatting with Song Qian.

Song Qian sat on the chair next to her, peeling an apple, and chatting with Wu Ziwen with a smile.

It looks like a friendly and peaceful scene, nothing more reassuring than this.

Of course... it would be even better if Wu Ziwen didn't put plaster on his hands and feet, his head wouldn't be wrapped like a mummy.

Seeing Xia Xin coming, Wu Ziwen's eyes shining and excitedly said, "Lao Liu, you are here."

He was full of energy and no longer looked as weak as he was yesterday.

As the doctor said, there is nothing wrong with severe external trauma.

Xia Xin smiled and said, "Mosquito, how do you feel in your health?"

"I think it's almost done."

"...You are so exaggerating. Let's say this when you shape this mummy first."

As they said that, both of them laughed.

Chatting as usual is the most reassuring.

If you have any concerns, it will make the other party feel different and will make both parties uncomfortable.

"I was confused later and didn't know what happened. Song Qian said that you saved me, thank you."

"You are so kind to me. Will you not save me if we change roles?"

"...Of course not, I will definitely try my best to save you."

"That's not it."

In fact, what Xia Xin was thinking was that he didn’t know what the relationship between Song Qian and Mosquito was now.

Judging from the fact that Mosquito calls her Song Qian, at least there is no rekindled relationship, this is good news.

"By the way, the hospitalization fee and the surgery cost."

Maybe it was because of the difficulty of the family. Wu Ziwen had a strong self-esteem in terms of money and would never take any advantage of others.

Even if he is a brother, he will only pay the medical expenses by himself.

He also has the prize money for winning the game, and he feels he should have enough money.

Of course, that's just him...

Xia Xin naturally knew what Wu Ziwen meant, so he looked at Song Qian next to him.

Song Qian tried to show an ordinary smile and said, "He just said he wanted to give me the money. I said it was your money, and I don't know how much."

Xia Xin thinks Song Qian is quite smart. She can understand what she means at a glance, so why are she so stupid in terms of feelings?

"Oh, a small matter," Xia Xin said, "It's about two or three thousand in total. I haven't remembered it. I'll wait for you back. Just treat me to a table to celebrate."

"this……"

"You don't have to calculate so clearly, you have to pay."

"That's OK, that's OK..."

Wu Ziwen accepted the proposal, and he felt that he could choose a bigger hotel and eat two or three thousand tables.

"And it's..."

Wu Ziwen said shyly, "Can you stop telling others about this? Have you told the people in the dormitory?"
To be continued...