Play a coquettish in the palm of the boss

Chapter 152 I feel bad, so stay with me (14)

She is hungry.

Since last night, I haven't eaten anything, and there is an obvious feeling of discomfort in my stomach.

Ye Xingtong frowned slightly, and glanced at Yan Sijue's pale face, she gave up the idea of ​​calling him, but took off her immobile right foot, and went downstairs slowly.

Nuo Da's living room was empty.

Ye Xingtong didn't understand the environment here, so she finally came to what seemed to be the kitchen. After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, she was a little annoyed, "The refrigerator is so empty, and there isn't even a pack of instant noodles in the cupboard. What about breakfast?" ?”

It's better to ask the servants in the manor to prepare, there must be other kitchens.

Ye Xingtong thought about it, and hurriedly went out to pick up the phone on the coffee table, but she was stunned because she didn't know what to call.

Finally, after searching in vain, she returned to the kitchen again.

After a more thorough search, she finally saw the existence of a food called millet in a small corner. She was very happy because this food was suitable for her only cooking skill... porridge!
After Ye Xingtong waited quietly in the kitchen for half an hour, a pot of delicious millet porridge was ready. Just as she was about to taste it, a voice came from upstairs.

"Ye Xingtong!"

Listen to this angry voice, how can it look a little hurt?

Ye Xingtong frowned slightly, and after a moment of contempt, continued to lean on the cupboard, holding the porridge in his hand.

There was only a pause for a second, and the voice sounded gloomy again.

"Ye Xingtong, I'm honored to tell you that I've regained my strength now!"

Well, I heard it!

But what did that matter to her?

Ye Xingtong sniffed the fragrant millet porridge, and immediately whetted his appetite. He tasted it. Although there was no sugar added, it tasted good.

At this time, footsteps were suddenly heard in the quiet air.

Ye Xingtong froze, put down the bowl subconsciously, jumped cautiously to the kitchen door, and peeped out.

That man in pajamas, holding a stand in his left hand, and wrapped in gauze in his right hand, walking unhurriedly, with a lukewarm smile, but strangely gloomy eyes, who else could it be if it wasn't Yan Sijue?
"What are you doing?"

Ye Xingtong suddenly felt a bad premonition, why did she feel that Yan Sijue's smile was so dangerous?
Take a step.

Yan Sijue stood in front of the sofa, lazily closed his eyes, and said casually, "Did you hear what I just said?"

"I heard it!"

So?

"Didn't you follow my hint?"

Yan Sijue slowly raised the corners of his lips, smiled, approached her slowly, and then said faintly, "I said that I regained my strength, which means that I can do all kinds of strenuous exercise now, including doing whatever I want with you. And you, With a foot injury, I can't run away from me!"

Ye Xingtong's expression changed, she was startled, and she wanted to rush out of the kitchen, but Yan Sijue was already approaching.

The helpless footsteps changed from advancing to retreating until there was no way to retreat.

"Yan Sijue... what are you doing?"

Ye Xingtong's stiff back bumped into the cupboard behind him, and he stared at Yan Sijue who was pressing forward with panicked eyes, his heart beating thumping.

Yan Sijue stopped in front of her, supported her with his big hands, pressed down on his body, and unexpectedly bent Ye Xingtong down on the cold counter, leaning closer and smiling.

"I want to do what I didn't do last night!"

(End of this chapter)