After two hours of rescue, An Zimo finally came out of danger. Nangong Yue accompanied Xiang Haiqing for an examination, and the results showed that there was no sign of poisoning.
Nangong Yue's hanging heart finally relaxed.
at dusk
Seeing that Xiang Haiqing was very tired, An Weifeng asked Nangong Yue to take her back to rest, while he stayed at the hospital to look after his precious son.
"Uncle Amber, let the medical staff come here to take a look at you later. Remember to rest."
An Weifeng was very pleased to hear Xiang Haiqing's words of concern.
"Hai Qing is so sensible. Nangong, you have a caring daughter."
Nangong Yue held Xiang Haiqing's hand, his handsome face full of doting.
"The same goes for Mr. An. Zimo is a rare talent. Don't worry, he will be fine."
An Weifeng nodded. If you look carefully, you can see the moisture in his pupils. "Okay, go back quickly. It will be dark soon and the road back will be difficult."
Xiang Haiqing took one last look at An Zimo, who was still in a coma, and then left the hospital with Nangong Yue.
After returning to the island in the center of the lake, it was almost dark. Most of the bodyguards here were sent by An Weifeng, and most of them have gone to the hospital with them.
There are only four locally hired security guards on duty at the gate of the villa.
Now the island in the center of the lake has been officially signed to Nangong Yue. To be precise, the owner here is Xiang Haiqing.
After they entered the villa, Xiang Haiqing walked to each room and observed it carefully.
Downstairs is the living room, kitchen, dining room and two guest rooms, while upstairs are three bedrooms and a large outdoor terrace.
After walking around in a wide circle, Xiang Haiqing moved to the living room again. Seeing Nangong Yue sitting silently on the sofa, she walked quietly from behind.
Just as Xiang Haiqing stretched out his hands to cover Nangong Yue's eyes, a pair of strong arms from the other party controlled her wrist in time and pulled her forward.
"Oh! Little Daddy, you have learned how to sneak attack." She protested with a dissatisfied pout.
"It was you who made the sneak attack, right?" Nangong Yue let go of her hand.
"No, it was obviously you who attacked me. You are acting rogue." She sat next to him angrily.
"Okay, I'll just play rogue."
He lowered his head and looked at his watch, "It's already dinner time, but something happened to An Zimo today, and we didn't invite the cook."
"So?" Xiang Haiqing tilted her head and blinked at Nangong Yue.
Nangong Yue stretched out his hand to fix her head, which was deliberately showing off. "So, I will cook later, but what I cook may taste terrible."
Xiang Haiqing smiled mischievously, "Little daddy, Haiqing has never seen you cooking. Whether you can eat it or not is still a question."
"Are you laughing at me?" Nangong Yue deliberately gave her a straight face.
"Well, yes, Hai Qing is very honest, I--hehehe--I am indeed laughing at you."
"Watch the move----" Nangong Yue put both hands on Xiang Haiqing's armpits and tickled them.
"Ah hahahaha---hehehe--ah---little daddy---I---I was wrong, please spare me---."
"Ha ha----"
Bursts of laughter echoed throughout the villa, and Xiang Haiqing was forced to curl up to resist the waves of itching in her armpits.
"You still dare to laugh at me?" Nangong Yue smiled evilly.
"No---I don't dare anymore--hehehe--"
Nangong Yue let her go, sat up straight and wiped the tears from laughing to Haiqing.
"Little daddy, you are so mean. You know that people are ticklish."
"Who told you to underestimate me?"
"You are an adult, can't you just let me, a child like you?"
Nangong Yue reached out and touched her head, "Okay, little kid, I'll let you go. Now go cook for you."
As soon as he stood up, Xiang Haiqing took his hand, held his head high and said in a showy way, "To prove why I laugh at you, I'll pay for today's dinner."
"you----?"
Nangong Yue looked at her suspiciously, "I'm afraid there will be a fire in the kitchen later."
"Hmph! If you don't believe in my craftsmanship, just wait and see."
She stood up and ran to the kitchen in a hurry, Nangong Yue followed her closely to see what tricks she could pull off.
After Xiang Haiqing entered the kitchen, she took the lead in opening the refrigerator. There were fruits and vegetables in it. It seemed that they had ordered someone to purchase them in advance before they came.
After taking a look at the contents, she took out a plate of shrimps, a piece of fish, and some vegetables.
After collecting the necessary items, I put them on the desk and started processing them.
Nangong Yue looked at her skillful techniques with some curiosity. He didn't remember that Hai Qing had learned how to cook at home, but when he saw her handling shrimps and the crucian carp, he had to seriously doubt whether he had remembered it wrong.
Spotting Nangong Yue standing at the door and peeking, Xiang Haiqing turned around and stared at him in warning.
"Little Daddy, please don't peek."
"I'm afraid that you really burn down the kitchen. At least I can put out the fire in time standing here." Nangong Yue snickered.
Look down on people?
"Don't watch, just don't watch. I promise I won't burn down the kitchen. Get out quickly—get out quickly—"
"Okay, okay, let me go out and think about it. You have to be careful, especially don't let the boiling oil splash on you." Nangong Yue was helplessly pushed out of the kitchen by Xiang Haiqing, and could only turn around and leave.
He was not worried about whether the food Hai Qing cooked would be edible. What he was worried about was whether she would burn her hands later.
Nangong Yue returned to the living room and looked into the kitchen from time to time. As a result, the accident he imagined did not happen. Ten minutes later, the fragrant aroma of vegetables came out.
It aroused his curiosity!
Half an hour later, Xiang Haiqing brought out the fruits of his labor from the kitchen.
"Try it and see, you won't lose to Zhang Ma!" Xiang Haiqing proudly showed off her achievements.
Nangong Yue sat at the dining table and looked at the several dishes in front of him, including crucian carp with bean paste, microwaved tomato shrimp, sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy tofu and the last dish, stir-fried bitter gourd.
Seeing the rich and delicious dinner in front of him, four words came to Nangong Yue's mind - incredible!
"When did you learn to cook?"
"Do I need to learn how to cook? I often watch Mama Zhang cooking these dishes in the kitchen. Because they are what you and I like to eat, I wrote them down."
"Don't tell me this is your first time cooking." Nangong Yue looked at her in disbelief.
Xiang Haiqing nodded, "Of course this is my first time cooking. At home, I mentioned to Zhang Ma that I wanted to try cooking, but she wouldn't let me do it."
Nangong Yue smiled evilly, "Mother Zhang should have the same idea as me."
"Look down on people."
Xiang Haiqing sat opposite Nangong Yue, looking at the table full of dishes, picking up her chopsticks and going to eat her favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.
"Don't you feel that something is missing?" Nangong Yue stretched out his hand to stop her.
"What's missing? I didn't notice it. These dishes are definitely enough for us."
Nangong Yue smiled mysteriously, stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of red wine and two goblets, and poured a glass for Hai Qing.
"Try it, you will be sixteen soon, and Hai Qing is also a big boy."
Looking at Xiang Haiqing opposite, Nangong Yue lamented that time passed so quickly. In a blink of an eye, she had turned into a beautiful girl.
Xiang Haiqing giggled twice, "Hey, little daddy, did you finally let me drink?"
I saw Nangong Yue drinking before. The red liquid swayed in the glass and looked very delicious.
When Xiang Haiqing was ten years old, she tried to sneak a drink but was scolded by Nangong Yue. This memory was still fresh in her mind.
"You can give it a try, but you may find that it doesn't taste to your liking after drinking it."
"Then let me try it." She picked up the wine glass and took a big sip. She felt very uncomfortable in her throat as soon as she swallowed a little.
"Pfft----bah bah bah---why does it taste so bad? It's much worse than juice."
Seeing her vomiting on the ground, Nangong Yue shook his head. Red wine is like life experience.
If you have little experience, you will not be able to appreciate the strong aroma in red wine.
Xiang Haiqing felt a bitter taste in her mouth, so she hurried to the kitchen and drank a glass of juice.
"I never want to drink something so unpleasant again. I really don't know why you adults like to drink red wine."
"You will know when you are older. Hurry up and eat." He picked up Xiang Haiqing's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and put it on her plate.
Xiang Haiqing's eyes moved with a purr, and then she picked up the prawns she made, peeled them, and handed them to Nangong Yue's mouth.
"Try it and see, my craftsmanship must be great."
Nangong stared more and more at her smiling eyes, and he also felt happy with that bright smile.
He opened his mouth to take the shrimp meat she brought and ate it. The tender meat juice had some aroma of wine and sweet and sour taste.
"How is it?" Xiang Haiqing looked at him expectantly.
He didn't even refuse the intimate gesture between her and her little daddy just now. Xiao Yueyue said that such gestures should only be done by lovers.
"Very good." Nangong Yue nodded appreciatively.
"I didn't expect you to have a talent for cooking."
After Nangong Yue's praise, Xiang Haiqing immediately felt that his image had grown bigger.
"That's right, I am a genius. You all think that Fatty An is a genius. In fact, you have not discovered that I am a gem buried in the dust. In fact, I am smarter than him."
Narcissistic bragging to Haiqing!
Nangong Yue also followed her, "Haha, our Hai Qing is as wise as a fool, hiding all his intelligence."
Xiang Haiqing followed the example of the ancients and bowed, "Yeah, yeah! I hope this brother understands me."
Her actions caused Nangong Yue to burst into laughter, and the romantic dinner was spent between the two talking and laughing.
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"Dingle bell----Dingle bell-----"
Xiang Haiqing, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by an annoying ringtone. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside.
The memory slowly returned to the brain.
She set the alarm before going to bed last night. She was going to the hospital with her little daddy this morning, so she set the alarm and got up to make breakfast.
Today, not only are we going to make it for two people, we also have to help Uncle An and Fatty An make it together.
I quickly got out of bed and went into the bathroom to freshen up and put on some home clothes. After I was packed, I went downstairs and into the kitchen.
When Nangong Yue got up, Xiang Haiqing had already placed breakfast on the dining table.
"Why did you get up so early today?"
"Little daddy, let's eat quickly, we have to go to the hospital later."
Seeing Xiang Haiqing packing two lunch boxes, he asked curiously.
"Are you going to the hospital with breakfast?"
"Yes, I made one for Uncle An and Fatty An."
Nangong Yue suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if his things had been taken over by others.
The tone was extremely unpleasant, "They may have already had breakfast when we get there."
Xiang Haiqing looked at the time and said, "No, it's six o'clock in the morning. It's probably only about seven o'clock when we rush over after dinner."
Nangong Yue fell into silence, but Xiang Haiqing did not notice his strange look.
After eating, Nangong Yue drove her to the hospital. On the way, he finally asked the question he had always suspected.
"Hai Qing, are you very concerned about that An Zimo?"
Xiang Haiqing, who was blowing the wind and looking at the scenery, looked at Nangong Yue curiously.
"Little daddy, why do you ask that?"
Seeing that she didn't answer the question directly, it seemed that what Nangong Yue fantasized about actually happened.
He was silent for a while to hide his displeasure. He didn't even want to think about why he was displeased.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just feel that you care about him very much this time."
"This time Fatty An was bitten by a poisonous snake because of me. Let alone him, I should do this even if he is a stranger."
Nangong Yue nodded and did not continue to ask.
Maybe he is too sensitive. Hai Qing is only fifteen years old. According to her character, she probably still has zero understanding of the relationship between men and women.
Half an hour later, they finally arrived at the hospital in City B. When the two of them entered Nangong Yue's single ward, he was already awake.
He also put on his own clothes, but his legs were bandaged. They looked very red and swollen.
"Uncle An, are you going to be discharged from the hospital?" Xiang Haiqing walked over and asked curiously.
An Weifeng was sitting on the balcony by the window. When he saw Nangong Yue and Xiang Haiqing coming in, they came over with smiles on their faces.
"Yes, Zimo has been unable to smell the smell of the hospital since he was a child. When he woke up, he kept clamoring to go back. I just said hello to the director of the hospital and asked them to send two caregivers to the island in the middle of the lake to take care of him.
he."
"Oh, I see."
Xiang Haiqing glanced at An Zimo, who was sitting silently on the bed. At this time, he was also staring at her with captivating eyes.
"Hai Qing, didn't you make breakfast for Uncle Amber?"
Nangong Yue hugged her and spoke softly, pulling her eyes back.
"Oh, yes, Uncle An, you haven't had breakfast yet. This is made by Hai Qing herself. Try it."
"Yeah?"
An Weifeng was very happy. He didn't expect that the dignified daughter of Huasheng International not only didn't have a young lady's temper, but also could cook at a young age.
It's hard to find such a daughter-in-law even with a lantern.
Xiang Haiqing placed the two lunch boxes she brought on the table. One blue and one pink lunch box were very beautiful.
An Weifeng sat down and opened the lunch box, and saw that the color of the breakfast inside was very beautiful, and there was also a fragrant smell wafting out.
"Well, it's very fragrant. As soon as you smell it, you know it must be delicious. Zimo, come here and try it."
An Zimo stared at the breakfast on the table, a sandwich with eggs, ham and lettuce, two egg tarts and two hot dogs.
The color was real and beautiful, but he doubted that it was really made by Xiang Haiqing.
How can she cook with her tomboyish personality?
He silently walked over and sat across from An Weifeng. Seeing him praising him, An Zimo said something unexpectedly.
"It should be bought from outside, right?"
Xiang Haiqing's expression immediately changed as she was looking at him expectantly.
"Pang An, you actually doubt the food I cooked? You pig head, I don't want you to eat it."
He said that he was about to snatch the food box.
An Zimo was faster than her and grabbed it with one hand.
"Even if you bought it, I'd still like to thank you."
"I didn't buy this, I made it. I won't let you, a bad guy, eat the breakfast I made. Bring it here."
"If you don't give it, you won't give it."
An Zimo raised the food box high. Xiang Haiqing, who was much shorter than him, kept jumping around beside him, trying to take back her food box from his hands.
"Haha, look how much fun they two are having. Nangong, we are old business partners. I really hope our relationship can go further."
Nangong Yue's eyes never left Xiang Haiqing's, and his heart trembled violently.
An Weifeng still expressed his thoughts, what should he do?
"Mr. An's idea is very good, but everything depends on Hai Qing's wishes."
He didn't refuse or make it clear, leaving everything to Hai Qing, yes! Nangong Yue thought so in his heart.
If she is willing--if she really falls in love with An Zimo in the future, he will never object.
On the other side, Xiang Haiqing was so sweaty that she didn't even grab the lunch box from An Zimo.
"Okay, I'm too lazy to grab it for you."
Xiang Haiqing was not happy, she didn't even touch the edge of the lunch box.
An Zimo looked at him proudly, but there was an unnoticeable smile on his still cold face.
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The group of people returned to the island in the middle of the lake. At noon, An Weifeng contacted the chef of the largest restaurant in city B to come over and cook a sumptuous lunch.
Since An Zimo was injured and could not eat greasy food, many of the dishes on this table were steamed.
But after all, he is a five-star chef, and the taste is still amazing.
In the evening, their vacation was coming to an end.
Xiang Haiqing's only regret was that she had to go back before she had time to see the beautiful scenery here.
What was unexpected was that An Weifeng wanted An Zimo to stay here for a week to recover from his injuries.
Because the mountains and rivers here are beautiful and the air is very good, the road back will be bumpy for five or six hours. The doctor also recommended not to move around during the recovery period.
He begged Nangong Yue to let Hai Qing take a week off to stay with An Zimo, so that he could have some company.
Although there are specialized medical staff and several bodyguards, An Zimo has always been taciturn, and sometimes he can only say one sentence a day.
Only when he was with Xiang Haiqing, he would say a few more words.