"You...... What's wrong?"

Cheng Xia was also puzzled, and from his voice, he could hear that he seemed to be trying his best to hide something. But thinking of his stinky temper, he said again: "Why do I have to arrive in ten minutes now? I'm already off work today, isn't it? My big president! I have to pay overtime for overtime, don't I?"

There was no silence on the phone, almost a roaring voice, with a threat: "If you want to know who the murderer is, you'd better be obedient! You'd better hurry up, two minutes have passed in ten minutes, and you have eight minutes left!"

After this roar was over, the phone also entered a busy tone, Cheng Xia hung up the phone and pouted unconvincedly, but he still looked at the time in a tangled way, and another minute had passed, that is to say, now there were seven minutes left before the time given by Ling Feng, and he had to hurry up.

She grabbed the things on the table and stuffed them into her bag, as long as it was on the table, she accepted all the orders without any arrest, and hurriedly carried the bag and rushed to the Haitian Villa that Ling Feng said.

*

Haitian Villa is a certain distance from Cheng Xia's home, and it is absolutely impossible to catch up within ten minutes, let alone the pitiful seven minutes left! When the taxi stopped in front of the villa, it was already 25 minutes later, I hope that Satan-like man will not embarrass himself!

Entering the villa, there was no time to look around at how beautiful it was, so he rushed to the door, and was about to reach out and knock on the door, but found that the door was hidden, so he pushed the door open and walked in curiously. Because this place is so big, it was so big that Cheng Xia searched for more than four minutes to find Ling Feng's bedroom, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard a low curse: "Damn!"

Cheng Xia didn't see the man, and with a hanging heart, he asked, "President?"

"You dead woman, don't you hurry up and help me up!" hugging his abdomen, the pain that came from his stomach made him sweat profusely, and he was lying on the bed curled up, and the expression of pain occupied his originally handsome face.

"Oh, oh!!" Cheng Xia shook off his bag, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his hand, and framed this man of more than 1.8 with his petite body. With all the strength to feed, he was put up at the head of the bed, and the pillow was picked up and leaned behind him.

At this moment, Cheng Xia could completely see Ling Feng's current face, it was a bloodless face, it may have lost the blood color that he should have because of pain, in fact, he should be ugly now, not to mention ugly, at least not so handsome and cold. But now, even if his face is pale, he has an indescribable enchantment, but he looks even more handsome and charming, without losing his usual charm at all.

"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Xia finally asked the doubts in his heart. Seeing that Ling Feng didn't intend to speak, he asked again, "It can't be a stomach problem, right?"

"Bring me the medicine. Ling Feng said coldly, without looking at Cheng Xia, just pointing to the small bottle on the bed table.

"Oh......" Cheng Xia picked up the bottle of medicine and handed it to Ling Feng.

"You haven't answered me yet...... Do you have a stomach problem?" asked Cheng Xia still unrelentingly.

The innocent expression on his face caused Ling Feng to roll his eyes: "It's just a stomach ache! I can't die! If I die, no one will help you find out about the murderer!"

"Don't, don't, yes, if you die, who will help me find the murderer?"

"Go cook for me! I'm going to drink porridge!"

"Cooking?" Cheng Xia was stunned for a moment.

"If you don't go, do you want me to do it myself? Are you here waiting for me to serve you?"

"I'll go!hey, I'll go!" she touched her nose and ran to find the kitchen, and after a while the smell was everywhere, causing her stomach to growl in displeasure, as if complaining that she had not taken care of the poor stomach for too long.

It's a pity that Cheng Xia didn't plan to share a little of the fragrant porridge in her hand, she picked up a spoon, filled a little, and sent it to her mouth, well, the temperature is just right, and it can be sent in.

Inside the house, Ling Feng's pale face improved slightly, presumably the medicine just now played a certain role, but his face was still pale, from the beginning when he tightly covered his stomach, Cheng Xia could conclude that he had a stomach ache, but he refused to tell himself what it was, he sighed softly, handed the bowl of porridge in his hand to the man in front of him, but no one answered for a long time, so he raised his eyes and looked at him with a puzzled face, he opened his mouth slightly, every word was wrapped in great pain, and the two brows couldn't help frowning together.

"Feed me. ”

"Huh?"

"Feed me!"

"Oh......"

She picked up the bowl, and every spoonful she scooped would be put to her mouth and blown, before it was handed to his lips, on the surface she was submissive, but in her heart she had already scolded Ling Feng countless times, girl! My stomach hurts? I'm still hungry! It's really hard to serve! If I don't need your help, the ghost won't bother to pay attention to you! It's best to die of pain!

What are you thinking? Don't you know if the porridge is getting cold? Who are you going to give it to when it's cold? Do you want to give it to me? Want to torture me?"

"No!" she replied in a panic, and just as the awkward atmosphere lasted for a while, and neither of them knew how to crack it, a well-timed bell cut through the awkward atmosphere between them.

Ling Feng frowned and looked at Cheng Xia as he picked up his phone and pressed the answer button,

"Hey, oh, it's you. Oh, what's the matter with me? Oh, okay, let's talk another day, it's a little bit inconvenient now, um, okay, goodbye. ”

Cheng Xia, who hung up the phone, was afraid that the stinky man would be angry, so he secretly glanced at him a few times, afraid that he would be angry, so he cautiously asked, "Are you okay?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, he touched his nose and retreated with a porridge bowl that was almost bottomed out.

I only heard the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding in the kitchen, Cheng Xia was washing the dishes, Ling Feng, who was lying on the bed, swept the room with his eyes, suddenly, there was a particularly conspicuous thing that attracted his attention, endured the pain in his abdomen, walked in front of the conspicuous thing, pulled it out of Cheng Xia's bag, stared at it for a few seconds, his face couldn't help but darken, and his appearance was very infiltrating, he gritted his teeth and said: "Cheng! Xia, you get out of here!"