I, the female supporting role, play three male supporting roles at the same time

Chapter 125 Ginger Soup

Jiang Huiyi woke up.

The car had been parked in front of Duan's house for a while. The driver didn't dare to wake them up, so he had to leave first.

Jiang Huiyi moved. Her curled-up sleeping position made her body ache and her head feel dizzy. She sat up with difficulty, but saw Duan Hongji next to her also leaning against the car window and seat, sleeping.

Jiang Huiyi blinked, and somehow, she suddenly felt curious.

Duan Hongji was always cold, hard, and impatient in front of her, as if he was always hiding behind a false mask. But now Duan Hongji... seemed very different from usual.

Jiang Huiyi leaned forward and looked closely at Duan Hongji's face.

Duan Hongji was sleeping soundly, his long eyelashes lazily draped over his lower eyelids, like two small screens with colors changing from light to dark. There were two tear marks at the corners of his eyes.

Why would Duan Hongji cry?

Jiang Huiyi felt strange and subconsciously reached out to touch the corner of Duan Hongji's eyes.

Just when her hand was about to touch Duan Hongji, the car suddenly became brighter and someone opened the car door.

Duan Hongji lost his support and fell out of the car without a trace.

Jiang Huiyi exclaimed and reached out to pull him. Before she could touch Duan Hongji, she saw that Duan Hongji had been firmly caught by a pair of hands.

Jiang Huiyi looked up in surprise, then breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be the second brother Duan Chengfang.

Duan Chengfang looked exhausted, but his mental state was much better than the two people in the car.

Duan Chengfang was shocked when he saw Duan Hongji's expression: "Dad, what happened?"

Jiang Huiyi didn't know how to explain it, so she could only say vaguely: "It rained today, and your dad got caught in the rain. He might have caught a cold."

When Duan Chengfang heard this, he no longer cared about anything else and hurriedly half-dragged and half-carried Duan Hongji out of the car.

Duan Chengfang originally intended to pick up Duan Hongji horizontally. But Duan Hongji was very heavy - 203's character shaping skills certainly wouldn't leave any loopholes like weight - and his body was also very long. Even though Duan Chengfang would work out every day to pick up girls, he still couldn't hold on.

As a last resort, Duan Chengfang had to put Duan Hongji's arm around his neck and help his father walk into the house.

Duan Hongji seemed to have weak legs and his gait was unsteady, but Duan Chengfang thought it was due to a cold and drowsiness and did not take it seriously.

Jiang Huiyi was left alone in the car, staring blankly at Duan Hongji's back, then glanced around the car, her heart beating faster and faster!

What happened in the car began to replay in her mind again. Jiang Huiyi was shocked and almost jumped up!

She wanted to get off the car quickly, but suddenly remembered something. She bent down and searched under the seat, and finally found the pair of leather gloves that Duan Hongji had casually dropped.

Jiang Huiyi touched the gloves and retracted her hand as if she was scalded.

This thing can't stay here!

Jiang Huiyi endured the shame, her cheeks burning, she pinched the gloves and hid them in her arms, then jumped out of the car as if escaping.

Duan Chengfang helped Duan Hongji into the house, hesitated for a moment, and then took Duan Hongji to his room.

Ever since he learned about the entanglement between Jiang Huiyi and Duan Jizhi, Duan Chengfang tried to avoid his stepmother as much as possible, for fear of encountering something he shouldn't see.

Let Dad rest in his room first.

Duan Chengfang placed Duan Hongji on his bed, covered him with a quilt, and asked his aunt to boil some ginger soup.

The rain came strangely. He didn't get wet at all in the suburbs, but Duan Hongji was soaked to the bone in the city.

Zhao Ruoming was dazed and felt waves of warmth spreading over his body.

So comfortable... so comfortable...

Zhao Ruoming recalled the time when he stayed in bed in the university dormitory. He smacked his lips and muttered, "Second brother, bring me a hand-grabbed one—"

"Dad, what do you want?"

The word "Dad" woke Zhao Ruoming from her dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw Duan Chengfang coming in with a bowl of hot soup.

Zhao Ruoming: “…”

The "Lao Er" she called was of course not Duan Lao Er, but the sister who sat in bed number two in their dormitory.

Zhao Ruoming swallowed this beautiful misunderstanding and changed the subject, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"I asked Auntie to make ginger soup." Duan Chengfang put the soup bowl on the bedside table, sat on the bed, and looked at Duan Hongji worriedly, "Mom said you have a cold."

Zhao Ruoming did feel cold after being caught in the rain, but Duan Hongji had a strong physique and no longer felt any discomfort.

Zhao Ruoming could not let his son down, so he picked up the bowl of soup and took a sip. Wow, it was so hot and spicy, it was not suitable for human consumption.

"I'm fine," Zhao Ruoming said in a hoarse voice.

She was a little surprised why her voice was so hoarse. To be honest, her mind was clear now, but she always felt like something was missing.

Duan Chengfang looked at Duan Hongji's face and felt relieved since he seemed to be fine.

Duan Chengfang looked around and made sure no one was around. He lowered his voice and said, "Dad, I've already asked about the things you asked me to check last night."

So fast?

Zhao Ruoming looked at his second son with a strange expression. What a talent!

Duan Chengfang said: "I went to the suburbs to ask Jiang Huichun. Jiang Huichun admitted that she had not originally planned to elope with Yan Song, but these days, somehow, Yan Song became more and more to her liking, so she agreed without thinking."

Zhao Ruoming narrowed his eyes: "Did Yan Song set the date for the elopement?"

Duan Chengfang was surprised and asked, "How do you know? Jiang Huichun did say that."

Seeing Duan Hongji pondering in silence, Duan Chengfang said again: "Also, Yan Song's expenses are not something a courier can afford. Yan Song is responsible for all of Jiang Huichun's expenses these days." It was precisely because of this that Jiang Huichun firmly believed that Yan Song loved her to the core.

Zhao Ruoming nodded: "Okay, I understand, Lao Er, you have worked hard."

Duan Chengfang paused for a moment, then picked up the soup bowl and said with a smile, "Okay, Dad, drink the soup first."

Zhao Ruoming took the bowl of weird stuff with a bitter face.

In order to maintain the dignity of Big Daddy, do it!

How can Dad be afraid of bitterness and spiciness? !

Duan Hongji sipped the soup expressionlessly, his face as calm as a small stone pond, but his heart roaring like the eye of a typhoon.

"Ahhh! Ouch! Ouch!"

Duan Chengfang saw Duan Hongji finish drinking and asked, "Father, do you want another bowl? Do you want to send some to mother?"

Zhao Ruoming was so happy that he cried, "I won't drink any more! Your mother's symptoms are more serious! How much is left? Bring it all to her!"

My father really cares about my mother.

Duan Chengfang felt mixed emotions and nodded, "I'll go right away."