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Chapter 127: How to call love casually

Realizing the meaning of Haiyue's words, Butler Li was stunned. After a few seconds, he came to his senses and quickly stopped him, "Madam, your hand is not healed yet. I can just leave this matter to the kitchen."

You don’t have to…”

Haiyue didn't wait for Butler Li to say anything, and said directly, "My hands are fine, don't bother the kitchen with this little thing..."

Moreover, she owed so much to Sikong Jingqiu... Although she had no way or the ability to pay off the debt, she could at least do something for Sikong Jingqiu in other ways that she could... [

Haiyue turned her head and looked at the empty door for a while, then said "Please bring the materials in to me", then stood up and walked towards the kitchen with her injured hand.

As if doing this could alleviate her inner guilt.

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There was silence all around, the sun had already set, and except for the lights in the house, the rest of the place was shrouded in the thick darkness of night.

Haiyue sat quietly on the sofa in the living room alone, staring blankly at the bowl of soup on the table that had long since gone cold.

I really don’t know why I have to sit here like a statue, stupidly waiting from dawn to dusk...

Sikong Jingqiu didn't say he would come back today, did he?

But... she had no intention of leaving the living room and going back upstairs to rest...

After waiting in the living room for so long, she couldn't tell whether she had been sitting here because she was worried about Sikong Jingqiu's health or because she was worried that Sikong Jingqiu would anger Yun Yan.

Haiyue smiled bitterly, reached out and touched the cold porcelain bowl on the table, then raised her head and glanced at the wall clock.

It turned out to be past one o'clock, no wonder the soup was cold again.

Haiyue stood up, picked up the soup on the table, returned to the kitchen, poured it into the stew pot, and pressed the switch.

After a while, white smoke floated from the stew pot, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Haiyue pressed the switch, unplugged the plug, then took out the insulated gloves and put them on, then took the stew pot out of the pot, poured the soup into the thermos flask, yawned, hugged the thermos flask and prepared to leave.

, but heard footsteps coming from outside.


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