Thank you for Waiting,Mister Tang!

Shirley's face buried in his heart: "you teach me, I'll cook for you."

Ye murin's heart was a little warm, but after a while he still quietly asked her, "Shirley, if I'm not sick, will you still take care of me?"

She looked up at him for a long time: "are you not ill?"

There was a little bit of precaution in her eyes, a little sharp.

Night murin sighed, "of course I am sick!" (still very sick!)

Finish saying, her eye guard a little bit small, but still hold him, refuse to let go.

Night Mu Lin's expression put soft, holding her: "eat, huh?"

Bai Xueli looked at the ward and didn't look too far: "did mom come?"

Her words, so that he was very helpful, knead her hair.

After dinner, he changed his clothes and was ready to go to the office. Bai Xueli followed him to the dressing room, watched him change a shirt, then tied a tie and put on cuff links.

She looked at his neat look and frowned: "you really don't look like a sick person."

Night Mu Lin took care of herself in the mirror, and her eyes met her in the mirror. Then, with a smile, she turned and held her shoulder. "Believe me, I'm really sick."

He attached to her ear, "it's lovesickness."

She was stunned, but he was half true.

"Wait for me here." He raised his hand and looked at his watch: "I'll be back by seven."

Finish saying, he pinched her small face, walk toward the outside, a body of expensive.

Where does it look like a patient?

Bai Xueli bit her lip and went to the door: "don't you need me to take care of you?"

He looked back: "dinner together in the evening, this is not a lie."

Shirley Bai gave a cry.

She was willing to believe him once.

In the afternoon, she made a deep fried dish in the kitchen, and then she found the same way in the kitchen.

Until the evening, she simply fried a spare ribs out, although not very good-looking, but the taste is OK.

Night Mulin came back more than six o'clock, without a trace of fatigue. After opening the door, he smelled the smell and frowned: "did you go to the kitchen?"

Shirley stood with her hands pinned behind her. "Guess what I did?"

Ye Mulin looked at the kitchen behind her and laughed: "let me have a look."

She didn't give it and insisted on his guess.

Night Mu Lin did not speak, directly went over, one hand around her waist, one hand to reach behind her, grabbed the plate in her hand.

"Be careful, don't spill it, I'm not easy to blow it out."

He took it to have a look and laughed calmly.

She is always afraid of scattering and dare not move, he still took it.

A plate of fried ribs with a little burnt smell.

"Did you blow it up?"

She said, "you see, my hands and face are hot."

Small face is OK, hand is a real bubble, she stretched out to show him.

Night Mu Lin quietly looked at, some acid in the heart, "silly!"

"You're sick. I can't always ask you to cook for me." She looked up at him: "you see if it's delicious."

His eyes were still on her.

She was a little uneasy: "Ye Mu Lin, do you dislike my cooking is not delicious?"

He shook his head and gave a faint smile: "no, it's because of gratification."

He held her in his arms, holding her in one hand and the plate in the other. He pressed her cerebellar pouch in his arms and whispered, "I'll make it for you later. Don't move these things."

She was uneasy and whispered for a long time, "how long can you stay with me, murin?"

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