Sir Song, do you want to pledge yourself to me?

Chapter 319 I'm Not Disabled

The sunlight shines through the carved wooden windows of the inn and onto the bustling guests downstairs.

Song Huai and Xue Bi sat at a square table by the window. The table was filled with various breakfasts. They ate slowly and occasionally chatted with each other.

At this time, Song Bai rushed in in a tight suit.

He looked around and finally walked to Song Huai's desk.

"How did you come?"

Song Huai put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked up at Song Bai, and the smile on his face clearly said "not welcome".

"I'm definitely not here to see you." Song Bai glared at Song Huai unhappily, then looked around, "Where's the master? Why can't I see the master?"

Song Huai nodded slightly towards the upstairs, then smiled at him.

Song Bai followed his gaze and saw that the door of a room upstairs was closed. The expression on his face instantly became colorful.

This cold and self-disciplined adult has been acting more and more without principles since he came to his senses!

Normally, at this time of year, he would have risen early to practice martial arts and attend to official business. But now, even at noon, he was still intoxicated by his wife's gentle embrace.

Song Bai sat down heavily on the bench, and the wooden bench creaked under the pressure.

He reached out and picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup, tilted his head back without caring about anything, and gulped it down. Only then did he feel comfortable.

Putting down the teacup, he stretched out his big hand, grabbed a meat bun, and took a big bite.

This is because I know that I can't see the adults now, so I just hurry to fill my stomach. After all, I have been riding fast all night and my stomach is already growling with hunger.

Sprite sat aside, looking at Song Bai's appearance, silently picked up the spoon, filled a bowl of rice porridge, placed it in front of Song Bai, and carefully placed the spoon.

With food in his mouth, Song Huai said incoherently: "Thank you, sister Xuebi, you are more considerate. Song Huai is simply heartless." After that, he deliberately winked at Song Huai. No matter who looked at him, he didn't look like an iron-blooded guard, but rather childish.

Song Bai was biting a rice cake and almost choked when he heard this.

He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Ahem, don't go too far. I'm still here!"

The wooden door on the second floor opened softly, and Song Jinbai, dressed in a moon-white robe, pushed the door open and walked out. He lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of Song Bai wolfing down his food downstairs. His eyebrows raised slightly, and he called for the waiter to bring him food.

Song Bai had been keeping an eye on the upstairs. He rushed upstairs like an arrow when he heard the sound, the sword at his waist jingling. He held an indigo brocade bag in both hands, bowed, and lowered his voice, saying, "Sir, this is the Crown Prince's secret decree."

"Well, let's go eat."

Song Jinbai took the brocade bag from Song Bai's hand, and tapped the dark patterns embroidered on the bag's opening with his fingertips twice, which made people feel inexplicably happy.

When he turned around and prepared to go into the house, his footsteps suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, and turned back and said nonchalantly: "Oh, by the way, the osmanthus rice cakes here are delicious, sweet and sticky, you can try it."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Song Bai stared at the door that closed again, looking flattered.

When did adults become so humane?

Upstairs, Song Jinbai slipped a dime to the waiter who brought the food.

"Thank you, bro. Please close the door when you leave."

When the clerk saw the reward, he nodded and bowed in response, and when he left, he closed the door quietly.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Song Jinbai served a bowl of porridge to each of them.

He picked up the white porcelain bowl, and with his bony fingers he steadily scooped up half a spoonful of porridge, brought it to his lips and blew gently, waiting for the heat to dissipate a little before handing it to Ji Nuan.

"I'm not disabled, I can eat by myself." Ji Nuan took the spoon and glared at him angrily. The corners of her peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, but she couldn't hide the coquettish look in her eyes.

Song Jinbai was not annoyed by her glare. Instead, he felt as if his heart was soaked in honey, sweet and crisp.

"I'm sorry for tiring Nuan'er this morning. She doesn't want to move. Just tell me to do anything."

Ji Nuan's ears turned red and she spat at him: "If you stop pestering me, I won't be so tired."

She held the bowl of porridge and said, "By the way, what were you looking at when I was washing up just now?"