Huangfu Lin could only smile helplessly. Even he himself didn't notice that the smile on his lips was full of doting.
At this time, Frank also came over with a bowl, giving Huangfu Lin a thumbs up while eating, "Huangfu, your noodle making skills are getting better and better..."
"Thank you for the compliment." Huangfu Lin slowly picked up the noodles with chopsticks, his movements were as graceful as a prince. "It would be better if you could make the sound of eating noodles softer."
"Ahem..." Xiaotong choked, and her face suddenly turned red.
"Haha..." Frank laughed knowingly.
"Huangfu Lin!" Xiaotong gritted her teeth and yelled in embarrassment. He was not laughing at Frank, he was obviously laughing at her, right?
Because the sound of her eating noodles is not quiet either.
Huangfu Lin was startled, and could only hide it and said: "You can't say anything when you eat or sleep. Eat it quickly, otherwise the noodles will be lumpy and not delicious."
Well, he neglected that there was a lady here, and her eating appearance was also very unsightly. He laughed at Frank's words, and inadvertently hurt a weak and pure heart.
The corners of his lips twitched, and he wanted to laugh, but tried his best to hold back.
Xiaotong wanted to bury her face in the bowl.
Frank looked at this and that, laughing until he was internally hurt.
Finally, this tortuous dinner was spent in a pleasant atmosphere. After the meal, because Xiaotong's hand was gloriously "injured" and Huangfu Lin was a wounded patient, the task of washing the dishes was unshirkable.
It fell on Frank.
Looking at the four large bowls and eight large plates that Xiaotong used when cooking in the sink, poor Frank wanted to cry without tears.
His hands were used to hold scalpels, but now they were reduced to washing dishes...
At this moment, he deeply missed his aunt who was an hourly worker.
I want your body, but also your heart!
After all this effort, Huangfulin's body was overloaded, and he was immediately tired. After the meal, he went upstairs to rest.
Xiaotong had a full meal and was lying alone on the deck chair on the balcony, flipping through gossip magazines.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the small pond downstairs, and there are dots of golden light on the water, which is really beautiful. The evening wind blows slowly on the body, which is very cool and pleasant. The wind also brings the sweet smell of flowers.
, smells great.
Xiaotong nestled comfortably in the recliner, enjoying this rare moment of peace and comfort. The gossip magazines were basically in English and French, and she couldn't understand them, so she simply threw them aside and closed her eyes to rest.
"No." She had to think of a way to report to Han Shaoqi that she was safe, otherwise Young Master Han would go crazy with worry if she had been missing for so long.
Go to Frank and ask him to help find a solution.
He is a doctor. What if the mobile phone signal is not good and the hospital cannot find him? He must have other communication tools.
Yes, go find him.
As soon as she walked out of the room and passed Huangfu Lin's room, through the ajar door, she clearly heard him talking on the phone. He spoke fluent French very smoothly.
She froze there immediately.
The point is not that he knows French, but that he is making a call on his mobile phone.
Didn't it mean that the terrain here is remote and the mobile phone signal is not good?
With a livid face, Xiao Tong kicked the door open.
Huangfu Lin, who was lying on the bed leaning on pillows and holding a cell phone to communicate with the other party, heard the sound, turned around and saw Ning Xiaotong running in with a murderous look on his face.