After Ling Xingmo finished speaking to Lin Xinmo, he turned his head and said to Aunt Liu, "You go first, Aunt Liu." ”

"Alas, okay. Ah Xing, you have a better attitude towards Xiao Mo, you can't be the same as usual. ”

Aunt Liu knew that many things still had to be discussed between the two of them, Ling Xingmo attached great importance to Lin Xinmo, and naturally everything was considered for Lin Xinmo, but Lin Xinmo, this kid, didn't look like a person without opinions, let alone a person who would rely on Ling Xingmo.

She naturally hoped that Lin Xinmo would rest in the hospital for a few more days, but she had just gotten along with Lin Xinmo, and Lin Xinmo looked like a slow-burning personality, if she made up her mind, she was afraid that it would be useless for her to persuade her.

Aunt Liu had to remind: "You eat first, and then discuss it after eating." ”

After saying that, Aunt Liu left.

Lin Xinmo just wanted to speak, "I ......"

Ling Xingmo interrupted: "Eat first, the meal will be cold after a while." ”

Lin Xinmo had to eat first, but he always glanced at Ling Xingmo from time to time when eating, he had eaten with Ling Xingmo many times, but he was always unconsciously attracted by his elegant posture, he didn't mean it at all, but it was easy to attract people's eyes.

"You still have a wound on your face, and you can't eat seafood. Suddenly, Ling Xingmo said such a sentence while eating.

Lin Xinmo was stunned for a moment before he reacted, it turned out that he thought that she always looked at him because she wanted to eat the shrimp balls in his bowl, so he explained: "No, I don't have ......"

Forget it, Lin Xinmo still won't explain it after thinking about it, some things become more and more chaotic the more he explains.

"If you want to eat, when you are healed, I will ask Aunt Liu to make some for you. However, you can eat all kinds of dishes except shrimp balls. Ling Xingmo looked at Lin Xinmo and said.

"I've had enough to eat, you can eat yours. After speaking, Lin Xinmo continued to eat, and Ling Xingmo also ate his own.

Lin Xinmo didn't have the habit of keeping leftovers, nor did she want to live up to Aunt Liu's wishes, and she didn't want to waste food, but in the end, it took her a lot of effort to drink the chicken soup, and the pig's trotter soup really couldn't be drunk.

Ling Xingmo had persuaded her once before, she didn't have to eat if she couldn't finish eating, but after she was rejected, she didn't persuade her again. She is very independent and self-reliant, if it weren't for the fact that she wanted to try to accept him, she probably wouldn't give him this opportunity to take care of her.

But after that, Ling Xingmo basically bought her enough food to eat, so as not to make it to her, this time it seems that she is already very supportive, but it seems that she still has the intention of eating the pig's trotter soup.

Ling Xingmo put the last bowl of soup and pig's trotters into his bowl before Lin Xinmo wanted to put his ideas into practice.

"Hey, that spoon ......" I used it, after all, Aunt Liu couldn't take so many things alone, so the spoon for serving soup and drinking soup were the same, and Ling Xingmo directly used Lin Xinmo's spoon.

Although Lin Xinmo wanted to remind Ling Xingmo that she had used that spoon, and the soup in the lunch box was also served with that spoon.

But now that Ling Xingmo had already started drinking the soup with that spoon, although she wanted to stop it, it was too late, so she was embarrassed to say more.

It's just, is it indirect-kissing?

Lin Xinmo naturally thought of all these Ling Xingmo, but for some reason, he hated being touched by others so much, but he didn't hate drinking soup with the spoon that Lin Xinmo had used.

Indirect kissing?

He didn't dislike this term, and even liked it a little inexplicably.

Watching Ling Xingmo chew and drink the soup slowly, Lin Xinmo blushed again inexplicably, and it wasn't until Ling Xingmo finished drinking the soup that Lin Xinmo remembered to get down to business.

"...... Ling", Lin Xinmo just wanted to say Mr. Ling, but realized that it was inappropriate to say so.