Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7574 hand me the hand (7)

"Yanga!" Weekend tried to stop him.

But it was useless, Yan Jia had already walked into the living room, leaving only a group of people standing in the yard.

After Yan Jia came in, he didn't see Lin Zhi, he walked into the dining room, sat quietly at the dining table and waited for her.

The flowers on the table were changed again, and the green lawn was still outside the window. The little white rabbit was eating the grass leaves and enjoying a good time.

On the weekend, he took medicine from the medicine box and brought him a glass of warm water. He couldn't just watch Yan Jia die, that was absolutely impossible.

"Take the medicine." Weekend's tone was a bit more commanding, with sharp eyes.

"On the weekend, you're the only one who still cares about me." Yan Jia smiled, with the corners of his lips raised, "Life and death have their own destiny, I've been underestimated for a long time, and you don't care about me in the future, just let me die."

"You are so funny. Do you think I want to take care of you? I just treat you as a patient and fulfill my vocation." Weekend scolded him a few words, "Yang Jia, you are also very interesting, and I gave you a cold face. You see, you lay in the hospital for a few days and no one went there, but you turned out to be fine. Yan Jia, are all the women in the world dead?"

Yan Jia took the medicine given to him on the weekend, closed his eyes, leaned back, his whole body was lazy and casual, and his complexion was pale.

Facing the weekend's questioning, he only responded lazily: "I didn't force her to do anything for me, it's her business whether she is willing or not."

"What are you doing sitting in the dining room? Don't you know patients should be lying down?!"

"She's gone to cook porridge for me, and I'm waiting for her to come."

"..." Weekend felt that Yan Jia was completely crazy.

Seeing that he had already taken the medicine, he got up and went outside the restaurant on the weekend.

He made a special trip to the kitchen, only to find that the woman wasn't there at all.

Is this what Yan Jia said about cooking porridge? !

The housekeeper stood guard in the living room, not daring to say anything.

On the weekend, he questioned the housekeeper of Jiangshan Garden: "Where is that woman?"

"Miss Lin? She went upstairs to her room."

"What did she do?"

"I don't know. She is used to locking the door of her room, and sometimes she doesn't come out for a whole day."

He was very angry on the weekend, but this was a family matter, it was useless for him to feel sorry for Yan Jia.

Yan Jia followed the woman's path, still believing that the woman would cook porridge for him.

Sitting down on the sofa on the weekend, he asked the housekeeper, "Did Yan Jia have breakfast when he came back from the hospital this morning?"

"not yet."

"Then why don't you prepare breakfast for him?"

"The kitchen is ready, but Mr. Yan won't eat it."

"If you don't give it to him, how will he eat it?"

The butler curled his lips, he knew it was not the case, even if they brought delicious breakfast to the table, Yan Jia would not eat it.

But under the fierce eyes of the weekend, the butler asked the servant to go to the kitchen to get some light liquid food, including white porridge.

On weekends, he took a sip of the green tea in his teacup, sighed, and shook his head.

Within a few minutes, there was a "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, sound of bowls and plates in the restaurant!"

"Get out!" Yan Jia was furious, "Who made this white porridge?! You think I, Yan Jia, are easy to fool?! Get out, get out of here!"

Weekend was taken aback, it was the first time he saw Yan Jia get so angry.

"Get out of here!"

The servants came out of the restaurant tremblingly, all of them were terrified, choked up and whispered to the butler: "Mr. Yan doesn't eat these, they are all broken."

Carefully returned to the restaurant over the weekend.

"Cough cough, cough cough..." Yan Jia became angry, the wound was split open, and there was blood on the clothes.

(End of this chapter)