Memories of the past flashed through her mind, and Rong Luoyin could not help but grit her teeth, trying not to show any fear.
She smiled and slowly leaned her head on Jimerson's lap, "If Brother Sheng likes it, of course I have no objection, but no one will peel grapes for you in the future."
"It doesn't matter." Chi Mosheng looked down at Rong Luoyin.
The cold fingertips slowly slid down along Rong Luoyin's forehead, like a poisonous snake swimming on the surface of her skin, the coolness penetrated from the skin and reached her heart.
Rong Luoyin felt as if her whole body was pressed tightly into a deep pool and she couldn't breathe.
The man's deep voice continued, "From now on, when Yinyin loses his hand, I will take care of you myself, eat, wash... whatever you want to do."
"How about it?"
Rong Luoyin's mind fell into crazy thinking. She didn't know whether Chi Mosheng's words were testing her or whether he was serious.
But now, she had no choice but to nod.
"Okay." Rong Luoyin made up his mind and looked up at Chi Mosheng, his eyes full of love, "Brother, you can't abandon me."
Rong Luoyin stretched out her hand, carefully grabbed his fingertips, and said, "From now on, I will only have you."
After she finished speaking, Chi Mosheng didn't respond for a long time.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was examining the truth or falsehood of Rong Luoyin's words. After a long while, he looked away with difficulty in distinguishing between joy and anger.
Rong Luoyin didn't dare to move, not knowing whether he could pass this level.
One second, two seconds...
After a long time, Chi Mosheng's voice finally came, "Get up, Yinyin cares about me so much, naturally I can't bear your pain."
She's fine!
When Rong Luoyin realized this, he was relieved, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously.
She continued to sit and then said, "Brother, are you...still eating grapes?"
"I won't eat anymore." Chi Mosheng showed no expression, got up and walked to the room.
Rong Luoyin did not follow, watching his back disappear at the top of the stairs. She relaxed her strength and sat on her lap, cold sweat seeping out in layers on her back.
"Miss Yin." The servant came out from the corner, "Sir, he said he wants to eat beef tonight."
Rong Luoyin didn't dare to delay and said quickly, "Okay."
Since Rong Luoyin arrived at this house, she has taken on the task of cooking for Chi Mosheng.
But she used to be a wealthy young lady who had no fingers in the water. After entering the kitchen, she was injured in various ways how to prepare food. She was in a hurry and couldn't swallow what she said.
The strange thing is that no matter how unpalatable Chi Mosheng's food is, she will finish it silently and leave a comment.
Sometimes I say it's too salty, sometimes I say it's a bit raw...
But no matter what, he never showed any intention of doing anything to Rong Luoyin, but occasionally his eyes showed an inexplicable meaning.
Thinking of his hobby, Rong Luoyin was so scared that she couldn't sleep at night, so she worked hard to practice her cooking skills.
Although it is not cooked very well now, it is still edible.
She walked into the kitchen and started busy.
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Gu family's old house.
Seeing that it was almost time, Song Qiao went into the kitchen and started to get busy. She thought that Gu Jingting had lost a lot of weight due to his recent injury, so she wanted to make up for it and let him eat more.
But as soon as she entered the kitchen, she was stopped by Mrs. An and the cook inside.
"Hey, you still have a wound on your hand. How can you do it?" Aunt An said, "What do you want to eat? Just tell me and I will cook it for you."
"That's right, the old lady also told me that you should have a good rest now." The cook also said.
In fact, as long as Song Qiao's injury is not touched or shaken too much, there is basically no problem, so I feel that there is no need to be so careful.
"Gu Jingting wants to eat the food I cooked." She explained.
Aunt An's eyes widened and she subconsciously wanted to curse, but she thought that Gu Jingting had almost become semi-crippled in order to save people this time.
So he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.
"Then let's wait until your hands feel better," she said.
When the cook heard this, she suddenly felt incredible. She slapped her thigh and turned around and ran out. Before Song Qiao could ask anything, she heard her shouting at the top of her lungs.
"Old lady, this is terrible, the young master is bullying others!"
"..."
Song Qiao was shocked when he heard this. In a daze, he felt as if Gu Jingting had carried a big pot on his back.
The matter of cooking is entirely her own idea and has nothing to do with her.
"No... eh..." Song Qiao chased after him, wanting to explain.
But the cook yelled and called Old Mrs. Gu out of the room. She shouted angrily, "What good has that brat done? How dare you bully me, Qiao Qiao?"
The cook spoke very quickly, explaining things clearly in three words, five times and two times.
After hearing this, Mrs. Gu turned angrily and rushed to Gu Jingting's room, shouting as she walked, "You brat, how dare you let Qiao Qiao cook for you with your injuries!"
A few minutes later.
Gu Jingting's hair was messy and he was sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face. His eyes swept across the room of people with angry expressions and finally landed on Song Qiao.
"Did I bully you?" he asked.
God knows, he had just fallen asleep, and when he was suddenly woken up by the old lady's slap, he was in a daze.
Then, before he could figure out the situation, he was thrown a bunch of charges, and then he was thrown into the living room.
Song Qiao looked at his aggrieved and helpless expression, holding back a smile, but still shook his head honestly, "No, this is my own idea."
Gu Jingting moved his eyes towards the old lady.
The latter didn't listen to the explanation at all and said angrily, "What are you looking at? If you hadn't asked Qiao Qiao to take care of you, would she have come up with this idea?"
"After all, it's your fault."
After Gu Jingting heard these unreasonable words, everyone laughed angrily.
Okay, that's great. The old lady is no longer biased.
He knew that it was impossible to argue with her about one, two, three, and four, so he simply admitted his mistake, "Okay, I did it wrong."
Gu Jingting said, "Let's do this. How about I take care of her next?"
Old Mrs. Gu knew she felt sorry for her grandson. After hearing this, she hesitated for a moment, guessing that Gu Jingting had been recovering from his injuries for two days, and judging from his usual movements, he was quite comfortable, so there should be no problem.
"Okay, don't do those heavy jobs," she said, "so as not to involve the wound."
Gu Jingting gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out the words through his teeth, "You are truly my grandma."
"Of course." Mrs. Gu raised her chin, feeling very proud.
She lowered her head, looked at Qiqi and Xiaotang who were surrounding her, and said with a smile, "Let's go to the room to play with blocks and leave them alone."
