An Xia looked at Yan Shaodi even more surprised. Was he caring about her?
Growing up, no one had ever cared about this little thing about her. To others, it was just a trivial matter. Sister Li had never taken it to heart, so every time she and Xiaoya were in pain,
Just take painkillers as hard as you can.
They all felt that this day was simply the Good Friday in their lives.
But I have never thought about making up for it. I am so busy that I have no time to make up for it.
For the first time, I felt that it was such a blessing to have such a small thing taken into consideration.
Cough cough cough, Yan Shaodi, who was reading the financial news seriously, coughed twice unnaturally, then put down the newspaper and said calmly, "Eat, I have something to go out today, An'an, follow me."
Her face felt hot, and she asked, "You were swimming just now, are you okay with your injury?" Ahem, was that asking too deliberately?
He held his lips, cut a piece of poached egg and put it in his mouth, and then said calmly, "It's okay. Ake's potion has been specially processed. It hurt a little at first, but the healing effect is very good."
She could see that when she swam just now, there was no sign of injury at all. She didn't know what the wound looked like, or what kind of magical potion could make gunshot wounds heal at an extremely fast rate.
However, he is now back in his suit, so the wound should not be affected.
That Ake is really a miracle. In his hands, miracles will really happen, Xiaoya, Yan Shaodi.
I really want to ask Ake to get the formula and buy it in the market. It will definitely be very popular.
Ahem, this ginger black tea tastes very spicy, but it is sweet and spicy, so it tastes good. She said, "Sister Ju, why don't you prepare a cup for the young master?" He also lost a lot of blood, and he was probably anemic.
Bar.
Sister Ju smiled and said, "Don't worry, the young master has been very strong since he was a child. This ginger black tea is only suitable for women."
Her eyes were warm and ambiguous. An Xia lowered her head and ate red dates and black glutinous rice porridge unnaturally. It was clear and sweet and tasted good. It would be better to eat it with bread.
Others would lose their appetite in this situation, but An Xia was different. She had a very good appetite and felt like she could never get enough to eat, otherwise she would not have the energy to work.
So he avoided Sister Ju's eyes and ate with his head down, a little hastily.
He frowned slightly and said, "Don't worry, no one will compete with you." His voice was inadvertently doting.
She heard it and was startled. She almost choked because she was in such a hurry. She coughed until her face turned red. She looked at him awkwardly and said, "I..."
A faint smile appeared on his handsome face. He picked up the towel, stretched it out to wipe the crumbs from the tip of her nose, and then told her, "I won't compete with you for my nose."
An Xia was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her face in the plate of pig's blood. What's going on? It seemed like she always did something wrong in front of him today. She felt panicked at every little thing.
She tried her best to calm down, lowered her eyes, her fan-like eyelashes moved slightly, and she said softly, "Thank you."
By this time, she was full and stood up, "I'll go to the bookstore to help you pack your briefcase. Mr. Yan, you eat slowly."
This sound was a bit harsh for Mr. Yan.
Emperor Yan felt uncomfortable, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. Just as he was about to speak, An Xia had already left the dining room and wanted to catch up with him, telling him to call him by his name at home instead of the damn "Mr. Yan".