"Oh, No." If Leng Yu sees her like this, she will show her true feelings. "I have been suffering from hypoglycemia. You know, if you come back, you will definitely take me to the hospital. If you take blood and do a lot of tests, I'd rather drink some sugar water and have a good rest."

"Then I'll let assistant Xin go to the apartment and watch you."

"Hello Luo Xiaojing is anxious. "It's a wonderful weekend. Can you stop assistant Xin from working overtime? People also need to watch movies, go shopping and talk about love adjustment. Capitalists can't be so inhuman."

"Good, good." Leng Yu said, "I'll lie down in the hospital bed, and you'll have a rest."

"Well, I'll bring you the sweet soup when I wake up. Ah, by the way, what else do you want to eat besides sweet soup? "

"Do you want to eat?"

"I don't have any meat on me. It's not delicious at all. Why don't I give you some pig feet with sauce?"

"Pig's feet with black charcoal sauce?"

"Don't laugh at people's cooking. I've worked very hard."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Xiaojing's smile suddenly collapsed. As soon as she threw her mobile phone, she held her knee and buried her head deeply. She couldn't think about it any more. What if Leng Yu concealed it, it was all good intentions.

She deceives herself and hypnotizes herself. The pain in her heart becomes more and more obvious. She says she won't escape. Luo Xiaojing, if Leng Jiazhen is related to her mother's car accident, do you want to deceive yourself with Leng Yu's kindness to you?

Countless thoughts to pull back and forth, she closed her eyes, in front of a blood red, forced himself not to think, she fell into a dream.

Luo Rou in the dream is covered with blood. She is trapped in the car and cries out to Luo Xiaojing.

Luo Xiaojing can't run in and shout out. She can only watch the flames devour Luo Rou inch by inch. She cries and opens her eyes suddenly. It's already dark.

It's too late to cook sweet soup. After changing her clothes, she went out in a hurry. On the way, she asked the driver to go to Baiji, packed two sweet soup, bought some fruit and rushed to the hospital.

To the ward, Xinyi is also in.

She had just finished several important itineraries with Leng Yu next week. When she saw Luo Xiaojing coming, she said with a smile: "come to send dinner, Luo sculptor?"

Luo Xiaojing was embarrassed: "what should I do, assistant Xin? I didn't know you were here, so I only brought sweet soup."

"No, I'm afraid of being fat, so it's only for you and boss. Oh, by the way, the boss just said that I want to watch movies, go shopping and have a love affair. I have to obey the order. "

The electric light bulb can't be used. It's life-threatening. Chong Luo Xiaojing blinks cunningly. Xin Yi steps out of the ward with high heels.

Luo Xiaojing looks at Leng Yu angrily: "how did you tell assistant Xin what I said?"

"Yes." Leng Yu corrected her, "assistant Xin can't only obey my orders, but also obey the future boss's wife."

Confused, Luo Xiaojing lowers her head to avoid the heat in his eyes, takes out the sweet soup and puts it on the table. She explains in a panic, "what's inside? I overslept, so I can only take it out."

"Well What about the black charcoal pig's feet? "

"Do you really want it?" Luo Xiaojing thought Leng Yu was joking, but he didn't think it was, "the restaurant doesn't have this dish, so I can only play it when you want to change the kitchen."

While she said, she sat in front of Leng Yu with sweet soup: "the kitchen is quite new, so I can't play it yet."

Tonight, her words were obviously more than usual, and Leng Yu didn't care. She looked at the serious Luo Xiaojing with a smile: "it's worth it if you can train Luo sculptor's cooking skills if you can't practice several kitchens."

"What? Don't you want to cook? "

"It's boring for me to be alone in the kitchen. It's good for me to sing and follow."

Luo Xiaojing gave him a white look: "what's the matter with you today? I don't know what you want to suggest to me."

"I'm not afraid that your little head will be cranky." Leng Yu sat closer, raised her hand and nodded her forehead. "Yesterday, after Mrs. Zhou left, there was something wrong with you. Today, I asked you to work overtime in the imperial decoration. I'm afraid you'll think I'm shaken."

Luo Xiaojing pretended to be angry and turned his head to one side: "you know you asked me to work overtime at the weekend. Although I'm a specially invited sculptor, I'm also very tired and need a rest."

"Not next time." Leng Yu came closer and closer. "Are you really not angry with me because Mrs. Zhou came to visit me?"

"Not only am I not angry with you, but also with Mrs. Zhou. I have different positions. If I were Mrs. Zhou, I would not agree that my baby son would be with ordinary Luo Xiaojing."

"Ordinary? You are not ordinary at all. You will be the sculptor standing on the highest podium, and your sculptures will be handed down from generation to generation. "

Confidence and expectation, pride and publicity, Luo Xiaojing quietly watching, the surge of sour and astringent more and more thick.

Whose dream is Leng Yu accomplishing? Is it because mom didn't finish that she was expected to do so?

"Cold God, don't give me chicken soup." Down mood, she put forward a sweet soup, "drink it quickly, or it will be cold."Leng Yu chuckled and didn't move.

"I didn't buy it right? This is your favorite corn soup

Luo Xiaojing moves down along Leng Yu's line of sight. Leng Yu looks at the gauze wrapped around his chest and shakes his head when he has more than enough strength.

Luo Xiaojing face panic: "you don't want me to feed you?"

"That's the only way, because my hands are not convenient."

"The place you hurt is your chest. What does it have to do with your hands?"

"If you move your hand, the pain will follow when you pull your chest."

Luo Xiaojing is shocked by Leng Yu's reason. Gao Leng is coquettish with her, and renshe is broken again.

Leng Yu ignores the disdain in Luo Xiaojing's eyes: "can't my future wife and I play coquetry?"

Will there be a future?

Luo Xiaojing endured the sadness in his heart, scooped up the soup and obediently sent it to his mouth: "well, I feed you, feed you, cold God."

He opened his mouth, ordinary sweet soup into the world delicious, a spoonful of drink is not enough, and two spoonfuls to drink, he enjoyed licking his lips.

"Xiaojing, the sweet soup you bought is so sweet."

She is absent-minded thinking of something else: "I can't taste it."

"Oh, I forgot."

Luo Xiaojing's palm was empty for a moment, and the sweet soup he was carrying was snatched by Leng Yu. He took a sip and stuck Luo Xiaojing's back to her.

Overbearing pry open her lips, with a trace of sweet soup into her mouth, she subconsciously want to hide, earned for a while and then stop, let mixed with cold Royal taste of sweet soup full of taste buds, slowly flowing into her heart.

See Luo Xiaojing obediently drink cold Royal then let go of her, lip side Yang wear the smile of succeed, he is not instantaneous: "sweet?"