The contracted girlfriend of the noble young master

Yan Xinle returned to the car, Duanmu Jiming was still closing his eyes to rest his mind, he had been taking care of her a few days ago, he didn't get enough sleep, he seemed a little tired now.Yu Han didn't make a sound, started the engine, and drove the car away.On the road, the car was unusually quiet, and Yan Xinle couldn't help but feel a little depressed.She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what topic to talk about, so she had to look away.

When the car drove to the villa, Duanmu Jiming's eyes were still closed, but this time his brows were frowned, as if enduring some pain.Yan Xin laughed at him and said, "Master, you're home."

Duanmu Jiming opened his eyes, for a moment his eyes were full of confusion, he didn't come back to his senses until he saw the beautiful face in front of him clearly.At this time, Yu Han had already opened the car door, Duanmu Jiming endured the throbbing pain in his stomach, and got out of the car.Yan Xinle followed.

In the villa, Mrs. Huang, Duanmu Jiming's private chef, has already prepared the dinner and put it on the table one by one.Duanmu Jiming didn't even look at it, he went upstairs by himself, stroking his stomach with one hand from time to time, his brows were still frowning.Yan Xinle looked at his back and frowned. Does this person have a stomach problem?I have stomach problems and drink all the time, really!Uncle Zhang asked her to eat first, while he went upstairs to see the young master. He knew that the young master must have suffered from stomach problems again.

Yan Xinle took two bites casually, and then said she was full, then she wanted to pack up the dishes and go to the kitchen, and washed them by the way.Unexpectedly, Mrs. Huang at the side said she was coming and chased her upstairs.Speaking of Mrs. Huang, she came back from England with Duanmu Jiming. She is a good cook. I heard that Duanmu Jiming grew up eating her cooking.When I came back this time, the master was afraid that the young master would not be used to the food here and would suffer.

Yan Xinle looked at the busy figure and sighed: Rich people are different!However, if she is not even required to do housework, then what is she doing here?

Lying on the bed, Yan Xinle didn't feel sleepy at all. For some reason, she looked at this large but unusually quiet room, and suddenly felt lonely.Maybe it was because Duanmu Jiming was always with him, so he felt this way when he was alone.

She smiled and wrapped the quilt tightly around her body.

Mrs. Huang said that the young master is a very poor child, and he needs more love.

Mrs. Huang said, I can see that you are a kind child, so spend more time with the young master, he is really lonely.

Mrs. Huang said, you are a special existence to the young master.Because since his parents passed away, this kid has rarely cared so much about a person.

Yan Xinle turned over, and what Aunt Huang said to her tonight popped into her mind.After all, Duanmu Jiming is also a poor person. He lost his parents just like her, but the difference between them is that she still has the warmth given by the Lan family, while he has only a group of relatives who eat people and don't spit out their bones.

Mrs. Huang also said, son, go and serve this bowl of porridge to the young master, he will be very happy.

So, Yan Xinle brought the bowl of freshly boiled, fragrant meat porridge upstairs.At this time, Duanmu Jiming was lying in his bedroom, wrapped tightly in the quilt.The bedroom lights were off and it was pitch black.Yan Xinle turned on the light, put the porridge on the table beside his bed, and said, "Master, get up and drink the porridge."

The person on the bed didn't move.

I heard that Uncle Zhang called him just now, but he didn't get up to eat or take medicine.Because his young master's temper came up again.Yan Xinle sighed, this man's temper is really bad.However, when she was sick, he took care of her patiently.How could she make trouble now?Therefore, she is also very good-tempered, and said patiently: "Student Duanmu, you need to take medicine when you are sick, and you have to fill your stomach before taking medicine. If you don't eat anything, just lie on the bed, your stomach will be full." It's getting more and more painful."

The person on the bed didn't respond.

She added: "Student Duanmu..."

"Get out. I'm fine." There was a muffled voice from under the quilt, a little awkward.