After the rebirth, the boss is slapping the face every day

Chapter 638 Leng Yiheng's Thoughts

Seeing that she was still standing there, Leng Yichen had no intention of getting in the car, so he called, "Honey, get in the car."

"Oh." Mu Ruo'an recovered from his thoughts, bent down and sat in.

Yue Dong slammed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, got in, put on his seat belt, started the engine and left.

Just as the Ferrari sports car drove out, a green Lamborghini sports car slowly drove over from the other side of the road, and the two cars just missed it.

The Lamborghini sports car slowly parked in the parking lot of the hospital, the door was pushed open, and Leng Yiheng got out of the car. He was wearing a set of black casual clothes, his hair was messy, the dark circles under his eyes were very serious, and he looked very haggard. , holding a thermos in his hand.

The thermos pot is big enough to accommodate two people. This is the soup he stewed by himself. Of course, it is also the first time he has cooked in his life. He opened his mouth when he was a child, and stretched out his hands when he was wearing clothes. How can he cook by himself? It means that the ten fingers do not touch the spring water.

Even if he moved to live alone in an apartment, he always ate out and never cooked by himself.

After leaving the hospital yesterday, he locked himself in his room for a whole day without going out.

I was always thinking about my second brother's injury, and I was also worried about Mu Ruo'an, afraid that she would not get used to living in the hospital, and worried that the food outside would not suit her appetite. Later, the more I thought about him, the more I couldn't sit still. When I saw a news about food, I thought of cooking by myself.

He never cooks, the kitchen must be empty, there is nothing, not even a pot, it took him a lot of time to buy these pots and pans, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and then to buy ingredients, back and forth I ran two or three times.

He thought that with his cleverness and online search for steps, he could easily get it done, but when he really started to do it, he realized that he had thought everything too simply.

He not only ruined several pots of soup, but also burned a pot, and even scarred a pair of slender and beautiful hands. He did it all night and stayed up all night, and finally made it in the morning. The first pot of soup.

Maybe the taste is not as good as Aunt Rong's, but at least he can eat it, at least for him who is cooking for the first time, he is already very satisfied.

As soon as the soup was cooked, he simply washed up, didn't even change his clothes, and drove to the hospital quickly, just to deliver it to them before the soup was cold.

Imagining Mu Ruo'an drinking the tonic soup that he personally stewed, he felt a sense of happiness in his heart.

He was even more anxious, and couldn't wait to deliver the soup to them, so his steps became a little lighter, and he hurried inside.

When he got on the elevator, he felt that the elevator was a little slower than usual, wobbly, and finally stopped on the 8th floor. When the elevator door opened, he immediately stepped out and walked towards the ward.

The aisle was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground, and he didn't see anyone along the way. He quickly stopped in front of the ward, raised his hand to knock on the door, and pursed his lips hesitantly After getting up, after a long silence, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The sound of knocking on the door echoed in the quiet corridor.

He paused, and the knock on the door stopped. After waiting for a while, no one answered the door. He frowned. He looked down through the inspection glass on the door panel. The light inside was a bit dim, and the lights were not turned on. One of the windows was opened, and it was only possible to see clearly through the light coming in from the window.

(End of this chapter)