Her Overbearing Man

Bai Linlin suddenly remembered that she had just been forced by lengyang to live with him. At that time, her hand was injured. Lengyang gently fed her porridge, and she was too shy.

Even dare not look at him, but there is a cold Qianqian who likes to talk nonsense next to him. She doesn't know how she spent that time. Now, every bit of it is showing up again.

When he feeds her, he always likes to give her a mouthful and blow it. He is afraid of scalding her. Occasionally, he will say a love word that makes her blush and heart beat. He will also kiss her overbearing secretly. He will not let her hide. He must look into his eyes

Bai Linlin had a smile at the corner of her mouth for a moment. She thought of the scene now, and the smile went down again. She just ate the porridge in the bowl mechanically. In her ear was Zhao Qiyu's affectionate flower words, and her heart hurt like a knife.

Lengyang glanced at the porridge in the bowl, and then at the fragrance floating out of the pottery pot from time to time. By contrast, he lost his appetite.

Because Bai Linlin deliberately let him form the habit of drinking a bowl of soup before eating every day. After more than two months, he was used to it.

Look at the person who has developed this habit for him, but now he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't even give him soup in person, so he can only rely on himself.

Leng Yang turned to Wang Ma, who had been waiting with her hands down, "Wang Ma, take another bowl."

This sentence made the three women pause. Bailinlin finally looked up and saw that the porridge in lengyang bowl didn't seem to move at all. Then she pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth and quickly stole it, pretending that she didn't see anything.

Zhao Qiyu didn't notice this. She just took a look at Wang ma. Seeing that she was busy and nodded her head, she went to the kitchen. After a while, she came out with a clean porcelain bowl. Then she looked at lengyang suspiciously.

"Brother lengyang, what do you want to do with this bowl..."

Zhao Qiyu's voice is not yet down, he watched lengyang stand up and scoop out a bowl of soup from the pot under the surprised eyes of Wang ma.

Zhao Qiyu looks at lengyang's face and drinks the soup without expression. Although he can't see anything on his face, Zhao Qiyu still can see something about his speed of drinking the soup.

She looked at the bowl of porridge that had not been moved at all, and the smile on her face faded.

Bailinlin made the soup. Of course she knew.

Zhao Qiyu looks at Bai Linlin and thinks she must be very proud of her appearance. However, she finds that she doesn't pay attention to herself at all and seems to know nothing about what happened.

Zhao Qiyu's face became ruddy in an instant, but she was not shy, but ashamed. Even if Bai Linlin didn't look at her, her calm face made her feel that she must be laughing at herself in her heart.

It was only because she was worried about Leng Yang that she made such an unseen gesture. Zhao Qiyu's hand holding the ceramic spoon used several parts of her strength. Knowing that her fingertips should be too hard, she felt a pain. Then she relaxed her hand and had a smile on her face again.

"Miss Nicole's craftsmanship looks really good. Brother lengyang seems to like it very much. I don't know what Miss Nicole taught me in those eight years. When I'm with brother lengyang in the future, I can cook for him every day, so I won't trouble Miss Nicole."

How wonderful this sentence is, how for the sake of her future husband, Miss Zhao, who has never touched yangchunshui, is not willing to wash her hands to make soup in order to please her husband.

If you are an uninformed person, even if you don't love Zhao Qiyu, I'm afraid you will be moved by her.

But lengyang just drinks soup spoon, no one noticed the pause, eyes flashed a cold, but nothing to say, nothing to do.

Bai Linlin, however, has been so sworn to sovereignty by Zhao Qiyu that she can't eat any more. Even though the white and tasteless porridge is really boring, she still puts down the spoon.

"Miss Zhao, this is not what I want to teach. You can learn it."

Bai Linlin would not have learned nutrition so thoroughly if she had not been for the sake of recuperating Ann and Xiao Jiahe.

What's more, the reason why she was able to learn nutrition very well in less than three years was that she had a medical foundation and learned nutrition rapidly. It was the traditional Chinese medicine nutrition of Z country that really spent a lot of time.

Even now, Bai Linlin is still learning, especially in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. She always makes me feel like a beginner.

This is still in her little distraction, specializing in this area, only to achieve so little.

But Zhao Qiyu said it was so light. Did she think that the pot was really ordinary soup?

Zhao Qiyu, who has never known anything about nutrition, thinks that Bai Linlin doesn't want to teach herself. The smile on her face slowly falls down. She looks at Bai Linlin with sad eyes.

"Miss Nicole, I really want to learn how to make soup with you. I hope brother Leng Yang can drink the soup I collected from you in the future, so you don't have to hide your secrets. Can you teach me?"

Seeing that bailinlin was still unmoved, Zhao Qiyu continued, "otherwise I'll give Miss Nicole some salary. How about you spare half a month to teach me?"

Bai Linlin can't ignore Zhao Qiyu any more. She raises her head from the bowl and looks at Zhao Qiyu with sarcastic eyes.

Then he asked her softly, "is a million dollars enough for Miss Nicole?"

See Bai Linlin did not speak, Zhao Qiyu frowned, "or, two million, or not enough?"

"What about three million

If you don't know Zhao Qiyu's nature, Bai Linlin, as a bystander, may really think that she is a person who can hide her own affairs. She is also insatiable and greedy, so she cooks a soup and can't satisfy millions of people.

Zhao Qiyu's play some disgust, bailinlin just coldly looked at her. Then the opening interrupted, Zhao Qiyu already rose to "5 million is OK?" If you want to.

"Miss Zhao, I said that if you can't teach, you can't teach. You can think whatever you like."

Bai Linlin took a look at Leng Yang, who was indifferent from beginning to end, and felt wronged.

He clearly knows why he doesn't call it, how difficult it is to teach a qualified nutritionist, which he should know after contacting, but why he doesn't say a word for himself.

Anyway, I don't want to stay in this place any more. Why stay here to watch their two so-called betrothed couples' sweet talk, and be praised and belittled by Zhao Qiyu from time to time. Bai Linlin stands up, bites her lip and strides away.