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Chapter 1790

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She felt that no girl would be able to resist such delicious milk tea!

This temptation …

She looked at Ji You. "The milk tea you make tastes really good."

Ji You looked at her. "I'll make it for you every day from now on."

Tang Si was stunned by his words.

Make milk tea for her every day?

The image of him making milk tea in the kitchen every day suddenly appeared in her mind. A handsome man like him making milk tea in the kitchen …

Suddenly, she had a headache and she quickly stopped thinking.

Her head hurt as if it was about to split open. It was so painful that she touched her skirt and clenched it.

After a long time, the pain subsided.

Weiwei and Ji You felt that something was wrong and looked at her worriedly.

After a long time, Tang Si smiled lightly. "I'm fine."

She looked at Ji You and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Ji, but I can't afford to lose weight."

Although she said that, she felt complicated.

Why did it feel like every time she thought about something related to him, her head would hurt even more, as if it was about to explode?

She lowered her head and ate her dinner without saying another word.

After dinner, she asked Weiwei quietly, "Is the villa I'm staying in at Ba Yuan his?"

Weiwei said, "Yes, it's Ji You's."

Tang Si said, "Then I'll be taking care of my daughter?"

Weiwei said, "Yes."

Tang Si was speechless.

Was she going to have a splitting headache every day from now on?

Headache!

What was going on!

She wanted to know but didn't dare to think about it.

After talking to Weiwei for a while, they returned to Ba Yuan.

Si looked at Ji You. "I want to sleep with Little Cherry and Little Watermelon."

Ji You said, "Okay."

Si looked at him and couldn't help but ask, "Where will you sleep then?"

Ji You said in a low voice, "If you're willing, I can sleep in the same room with you or next door. Call me if you need anything."

Tang Si looked at Ji You quietly.

A few seconds later, her head started to hurt and she hurriedly said, "You should sleep next door!"

Ji You stared at her for a long time before looking away and walking away.

Liu Yun looked at them, feeling terrible.

How did these two children end up like this?

Was it really related to the Tang Dynasty?

There was to be no news about the Tang Dynasty even after Si came back!

But Si Si's condition wasn't good, so she didn't mention it.

Si looked at Liu Yun. "Mom, I'll go back to my room first."

Liu Yun said, "Si Si, Little Cherry and Little Watermelon need to drink milk at night. It will be very tiring for you to sleep with them alone."

"You." Little Watermelon and Little Cherry are my children. "You have to sleep." to Ji to that that to. "to to to to you..

Liu Yun nodded and looked at her worriedly. "But you're so skinny and weak. Mommy is worried about you."

Tang Si smiled. "Mommy, don't worry. I'll eat more and try to gain weight."

Liu Yun said, "That's good then."

Tang Si carried Little Cherry back to the room and placed her on the crib.

Liu Yun put Little Watermelon on the other crib.

It was still early. It wasn't time to sleep yet.

Tang Si sat there and looked seriously at Little Watermelon and Little Cherry, especially Little Cherry.

Although she couldn't remember what happened, she seemed to know that Little Cherry had left her when she was young!

Why did Little Watermelon and Little Cherry look so much like that Ji You?

Was it really her and his daughter and son?

Her head started to hurt again. She closed her eyes and gently rubbed her head, trying not to think about him. A man who always gave people headaches!

She held Little Cherry's little hand and kissed it.

Thinking that this was her daughter, her heart softened.

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