The Young Urban Doctor

After Ling Ruonan left, Yang Qingyin did not leave immediately, but sat there alone.

She was very depressed.

I don't know how long it took, the WeChat ringtone of the phone suddenly rang.

Quickly took out the mobile phone from the small bag and saw that it was from Luo Ziling.

"Senior sister, are you awake?" There were a few smiling expressions behind.

Yang Qingyin looked at the message blankly for a while, but did not reply.

Luo Ziling's second message came right away: "Senior sister, it's five o'clock, it's time to get up for dinner, I'll be hungry for a while."

Yang Qingyin still didn't reply, but stood up, greeted Xiaoli who was waiting, and went back to the room first.

Back to the hotel, took the elevator upstairs, and walked to the door of the room. When Xiaoli opened the door of the room, Yang Qingyin went over and knocked on the door of Luo Ziling's room. Soon the door of the room opened and Luo Ziling's head came out from inside.

"Hehe, it turns out that the senior sister has already woke up." Seeing Yang Qingyin's expression a little bored, Luo Ziling quickly let her into the room, "Isn't she still sleeping enough? It depends on your appearance."

Luo Ziling's brilliant smile suddenly dispelled the depression in Yang Qingyin's heart. After she smiled, she said, "What are you going to eat for dinner?"

"Don't you still want to eat roast lamb? Then I will eat with you."

"You said that your roasted lamb is delicious." Yang Qingyin tilted his head, "I want to eat the lamb roasted by yourself."

"No problem," Luo Ziling agreed without any hesitation, "Then let's go find a place, ask for a lamb, and roast it ourselves."

After saying this, Luo Ziling approached Yang Qingyin, staring at her eyes without blinking, "What's wrong, you look a little depressed. Haven't gotten enough? Are you tired? Or been bullied? ?"

Yang Qingyin smiled and shook his head: "Why do you look downcast? I must have been a little confused when I just woke up. Are you the same?"

"Okay," Luo Ziling suddenly stretched out his hand, rubbed two hands on Yang Qingyin's face, and said with a grin: "Knead out the muscles on your face and you will laugh."

Being covered by Luo Ziling's face and rubbing a few times, Yang Qingyin suddenly blushed, and after pinching it, he exasperated a little, "My face is dough? Knead it so hard."

"Then I'll be gentle, and promise not to rub your face bad," Luo Ziling said, and stretched out his hand to Yang Qingyin's face, "Hehe, the skin is really tender and the hand feels good."

With a "pop", Yang Qingyin forcefully opened Luo Ziling's hand, and ran away two steps, and gave him a blushing look. "I knew I was bullying others and didn't want to care about you." She said, she turned around on purpose. Face away.

"No, I'm angry like that?" Luo Ziling's head poked out from Yang Qingyin's side, "Or, you can rub it back by yourself, just rub it as you like."

As he spoke, he pointed to the same tender face.

Seeing Luo Ziling's lovely appearance, Yang Qingyin finally couldn't help but laughed.

The pretty face with a smile like a flower bloomed completely, no longer the gloominess just now, Luo Ziling looked dumbfounded.

Yang Qingyin, who couldn't help blushing when Luo Ziling looked at him, couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at him, and said angrily, "What are you looking at?"

"Well, your face was really not pretty just now," Luo Ziling nodded seriously, then smiled immediately: "But it looks good now, be good, let's laugh again."

As a result, Yang Qingyin was amused by Luo Ziling again, "I hate it, I know the cute family."

All the depression disappeared with the smile just now. Looking at Luo Ziling's youthful face, Yang Qingyin's mood gradually became more cheerful. She tried not to think about what happened just now, just as if Ling Ruonan had never appeared.

She would never tell Luo Ziling that Ling Ruonan had just come to her, nor would she.

After making a noise for a while, the two left the hotel, ready to go to dinner.

Luo Ziling proposed to take Xiaoli with him, but Yang Qingyin finally agreed.

Ye Xiaoli didn't say much, just followed them silently.

Because Ye Xiaoli was close, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin who were walking in the front were not embarrassed to hold hands, and they did not laugh presumptuously.

On the nearby grassland, he found a restaurant where he could cook by himself. Luo Ziling asked for a lamb and other things.

After everything was ready, he pulled Yang Qingyin to the oven and started busy.

"Look at Chef Luo preparing dinner for the two měinǚ," Luo Ziling smiled at Yang Qingyin, and immediately started to do it.

Yang Qingyin sat aside, smiled and watched Luo Ziling personally make roast lamb, and took out his mobile phone to take pictures.

Ye Xiaoli sat aside and watched without any expression. While Luo Ziling was making roast lamb, there was no sound.

Luo Ziling's method of roasting lamb is different from that of ordinary restaurants, but people like Yang Qingyin who have never studied roasting lamb can't see why. Smelling the tempting scent of the meat as it slowly cooked, she couldn't help but feel greedy.

After waiting for about half an hour, Yang Qingyin finally ate the fragrant barbecue that Luo Ziling handed over~www.readwn.com~ She ignored her image, took a piece of roasted browned meat, and ate it. .

Luo Ziling handed Ye Xiaoli another piece. Ye Xiaoli didn't refuse, and after taking it, she went aside to eat.

"Brother, you don't seem to brag, the meat you roast is really good." Yang Qingyin praised Luo Ziling as he ate, "It's better than last night."

"My cooking skills are better than ordinary chefs," Luo Ziling couldn't help boasting, and said proudly: "When I get the chance, I will cook it for you."

"Hehe, you promised yourself, but I didn't force you," Yang Qingyin immediately stretched out his little finger to Luo Ziling, "What you promised must be fulfilled."

"No problem," Luo Ziling stretched out his little finger, hooked Yang Qingyin, and asked curiously: "Can you cook?"

"No," Yang Qingyin shook his head a little embarrassed, "I don't know anything, I don't know how to cook, am I stupid?"

"It's okay, I will do it," Luo Ziling said mysteriously: "I will burn it for you in the future, and I promise to raise you white and fat."

"I don't want to get fat," Yang Qingyin replied casually, and found that Luo Ziling's words were a bit interesting, and couldn't help blushing, "You are not me, I can't eat the dishes you cook."

"Then who must become mine to eat my food?" Luo Ziling deliberately pretended to be stupid, "Or, can you give me a hint?"

"Ignore you," Yang Qingyin blushed and ran away. When he ran away, he gave Luo Ziling a sideways glance.