He looked around with deep eyes, took the apron hanging at the door, put it on and put it on, then walked into the kitchen again.
Opening the refrigerator door again, he took out the vegetables and tofu, rummaged around, and found a handful of rice.
With long, clean fingers, she turned on the faucet on the sink, washed the rice, put it into the pot, turned on the fire, put the pot on, and started cooking the porridge.
Then chop the vegetables and tofu into small pieces, throw them into the pot, and close the lid.
He was wearing a high-end white shirt that cost 30,000 yuan, and the priceless black gold ring on his hand was stained with water. Although he was working in the kitchen, every move he made, even turning on and off the fire, was faintly emitted.
A kind of elegance and nobility that goes deep into the bones, so calm and unhurried, just like treating a piece of elegant art.
There was a calm expression on his face from beginning to end. Against the backdrop of the flames, the cold and resolute lines on his handsome face were softer than usual.
After a while, the aroma of rice wafted from the kitchen.
There has been no movement for so long. He must have left. Ling Tongyu, who was wrapped in a quilt, thought vaguely. She couldn't understand why he suddenly came to her house. Since the incident of being slapped by Ye Zhenzhen, she
She had tried her best to avoid appearing on the same occasion as him. Even when accompanying Mr. Brian, she tried to find a way to get the president's secretary Wen Lei to go too.
"Squeak..." Just when she thought Han Jifeng had left, the door to the room opened again, she turned around and squinted her eyes to look through a gap——
She saw him, wearing a white shirt, walking in with a bowl in his hand. Steam was rising from the bowl, and a fragrant smell drifted into her nose.
"What is this?" she asked, her voice hoarse like a man's.
"Get up and have some porridge." He bent down and reluctantly sat down on her small desk chair that could only accommodate half of his butt, and placed the bowl of vegetable and tofu porridge on the desk.
"Did you go out to buy it?" Ling Tongyu sat up hard and leaned against the bedside, asking feebly. After being sick for two days, she lost a lot of weight. Her face was already as big as a palm, and her chin was pointed.
He had a lot of hair, and his hair was messy and almost sloppy.
"Yeah." He responded casually, then pushed the bowl to her hand.
"Thanks." Probably because she smelled the fragrance, her body that never felt hungry suddenly felt a little hungry. She took her hand out of the quilt, took the spoon, and started to eat the porridge.
He didn't say anything, just watched her eat.
"Well..." She made a sound of admiration while eating, "It tastes very good. I feel really hungry now."
Because the porridge was very hot, Han Jifeng put a little more pepper in it. As she ate, her cold palms began to warm up, her forehead began to sweat slightly, and her blocked nostrils began to clear up.
Seeing her eating with gusto, Han Jifeng turned his head and observed her desk. Then, he found a painting on the desk, which was pressed with a piece of eraser.
"To my dear Uncle Han, I am the incomparably cute Xiao Xi'er." There are three people painted on this painting, a man, a woman and a little girl. The three people are sitting around a table. On the table are placed
Holding a beautiful cake, the cake said "Happy Birthday Xiaoxi", "This is what Xiaoxi wants to give to me? Why don't you give it to me?"
Looking at the date, this painting was painted ten days ago. It was obvious that the woman had withheld his gift. What did this mean? He had to ask clearly.
"Shhh..." Ling Tongyu blew on the hot porridge and said without raising her head, "I am her mother, so of course I strictly control her making friends."
After hearing this, Han Jifeng turned around with the painting in hand, "You mean, I am also under your control?"
"Yeah." She nodded politely and swallowed a big mouthful of porridge. Oh, this porridge is so delicious. The more you eat, the more delicious it becomes.
Han Jifeng stretched out his hand and raised her face. There was a lot of sweat on her forehead and his fingers were wet. "Give me a reason."
She looked at him, pretended to think for a while, and said, "You are so handsome."
"Be serious." He demanded with a very serious expression.
"That means...you are too rich."
"Ling Tongyu!" His voice became louder.
"You are so..." She looked him up and down, "You are so lethal."
"Ling Tongyu!!" His brows began to knot.
"Okay, because... you are a very dangerous species. You are really dangerous to me and Xiaoxi." Ling Tongyu put down the spoon and said seriously.
Yes, he likes Xiaoxi now, but if he knows that Xiaoxi is his daughter, will he still be happy? Well, even if he is willing to recognize Xiaoxi as his daughter, what about Ye Zhenzhen? What will she do? Although, she
She gave birth to Han Jifeng's child, but Ye Zhenzhen was his future wife, and she, Ling Tongyu, was just an existence that he didn't even know about.
"..." Although he didn't really understand the meaning of her words, Han Jifeng felt that she was not joking this time.
Seeing that he stopped talking, she continued to drink porridge with her head down.
Han Jifeng picked up the painting, admired it carefully, and said, "But you can't stop Xiaoxi from liking me. Look at these words, they are full of love for me. She puts me at the center."
position, it can be seen that in her heart, you as a mother are far less important than me as a 'friend'."
"!" Ling Tongyu swallowed the porridge in his mouth with force and choked to him, "You are too pretentious. My mother, who has worked so hard to raise her, will not even meet someone like you a few times.
Are you worse than someone who can only be called a stranger?"
After taking a look at the painting, it turned out that Xiaoxi in the words was only looking at Han Jifeng, and she felt a feeling of jealousy in her heart.
Han Jifeng shrugged and said proudly like a child, "Facts speak louder than words, so you can't stop Xiaoxi from loving me."
"Hey..." Ling Tongyu gave him a big look, bent down to open the desk, and very childishly took out a large sketchbook from the drawer, and threw it in front of him proudly, refusing to admit defeat.
Said——
"You are so proud of this one. Look at this thick book. All the protagonists in it are me, huh."
Seeing him pick up the picture album and flip through it, Ling Tongyu continued to eat porridge, looking at her proudly while eating.
She had taken medicine before, and now she drank such a large bowl of porridge specially prepared by Han Jifeng. Although she still had a fever, her overall spirit was much better.
Han Jifeng flipped through page by page. This picture album was started by Xiaoxi when she was one and a half years old. She has been painting for more than three years now, and Ling Tongyu has preserved it well.
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