Di Yating pushed open the car door and reached out to hug Ou Ya, but she pushed him away.
"I can walk by myself." Ou Ya glanced at him and said distantly.
"..." Di Yating looked at his failed hand and frowned.
Without saying anything, he got out of the car first.
"Young Master, the room is ready, do you want to rest now?" The subordinate who protected them all the way asked respectfully. The surroundings were very quiet, quieter than ordinary streets, and suitable for rest.
It's just a temporary resting point. I'm afraid Di Yating also put a lot of thought into choosing this place.
"Yaya, are you tired?" Di Yating lowered his eyes and looked at Ou Ya beside him, staring at the dark circles under her eyes with distress.
Ever since he met Ou Zexi and Miao Ling'er, Di Yating had been kind enough to automatically switch Ou Yaya to Yaya...
He called her by her nickname like her family members, and inexplicably felt that the two of them were getting closer.
It's just that since leaving the Prince's Mansion, Ou Ya has never taken the initiative to talk to him again, and has never lost his temper, but it can't be considered a good face.
Di Yating knew that she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart, but it didn't matter. She and the child were by his side now, and he had plenty of time to slowly make up for it...
"Prepare some nutritious food and ask the kitchen to cook some porridge and deliver it to our room." Di Yating looked at Ou Ya who was silent and gave the order directly.
"Our room?" Ou Ya heard his words and subconsciously raised her head.
"...Hmm." Di Yating was stunned for a moment before responding.
"I want my own room." Ou Ya glanced at him, pursed her lips, and made her request.
"..." Di Yating narrowed his eyes, "Yaya!"
Ou Ya just lowered her eyes and ignored the frantic Di Yating.
Go straight back to your room.
If you don't love him, don't give him hope. This is what Ou Ya only understands now.
So she left Manji's Prince's Mansion without hesitation.
Manji can't see her, maybe he will let go after a long time.
But that doesn't mean that she has forgiven Di Yating...
For the sake of their children, they will have to make do with it for the rest of their lives, and they all need time to think carefully.
"Let the kitchen make porridge immediately, hurry up!" Di Yating returned to the room without even looking at Ou Ya, turned around and yelled.
I kept walking back and forth in the living room until the nutritious meal prepared for Ouya was cooked in the kitchen, and then I quickly rushed to the door with the tray in hand.
He didn't even knock on the door, he just pushed it open and walked in.
"Why didn't you knock on the door?" Ou Ya had just packed up her luggage and picked a pair of pajamas from the closet to put on. When she saw Di Yating walking in through the door, she frowned.
"Come here and have something to eat first." Di Yating ignored Ou Ya's complaints, took the porridge and put it on the table nearby.
The question of whether to knock or not may seem like a simple action, but it contains a lot of knowledge!
Have you ever seen someone knock on the door when they go back to their room?
He's not stupid. If he really explains to Ou Ya, doesn't that mean he agrees to sleep in separate rooms?
"It's just been cooked in the kitchen. Try it. Do you like it?" Di Yating took the porridge bowl, stirred it gently, took a mouthful, blew it to cool, and brought it to Ou Ya's mouth.
"I can just do it myself." Ou Ya was stunned and reached out to take the bowl in his hand.
"Sit down and let me feed you." Di Yating stepped back and refused to give.
"Di Ya Ting!"
"I told you I would take care of you, give me a chance, okay?"
