"You can only be mine." Ling Jingyan's expression turned cold, and he replied absolutely, without the slightest leeway.

"Is that what you told the little girl you just met?" How can you marry someone else when you come up? Let's say that there are more bags and * raising.

"No, you're the only one." Ling Jingyan sighed.

"How can you give such a direct order?" Wen Rong was annoyed, but his naturally soft voice did not have any momentum, but seemed to be coquettish.

"What are other people like? I don't know, you tell me. "Whatever she wants, he can agree to do it, never reluctantly, Ling Jingyan thought generously, as long as the result is the same.

Wen Rong was directly stunned, how did she know what others did, her original intention was not to discuss what others did but to accuse him of such behavior! How did it turn out like this?

"Huh?" Ling Jingyan stared at her, slightly questioning.

He was waiting for her to answer.

Sigh, silent sigh.

Wen Rong was annoyed and speechless now, he was serious. It's just that how can this kind of thing be explained clearly, or inexperienced yourself.

I can't tell what she's supposed to be...

After the fuss just now, it was already past six o'clock, Wen Rong found that Ling Jingyan was half-kneeling in front of her, and was immediately frightened, and hurriedly helped him to the head of the bed to lie down.

Ling Jingyan leaned against the leather bed again, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her cheeks white, and her thin lips pursed.

"I'll go down and see if dinner is ready, you lie down and don't get the wound."

Ling Jingyan felt that she was too interested in this little injury, if this was all right, he would have died hundreds of times, but seeing her nervous face and willingness to take the initiative to touch him, she felt that the bitter meat trick was used correctly.

Staring at the delicate figure who was rushing out in a panic, Ling Jingyan's eyes deepened.

She must be his! There is no change and no change.

***

Hurriedly entered the restaurant, the meal had been prepared and served to the table, five dishes and one soup, bright color, pepper sesame pepper, red oil, ginger juice, garlic paste, red and spicy slices, the dish was very good, but now Ling Jingyan was injured, eating these foods with strong flavors and heavy oil was not good for wound healing.

There was no one in the kitchen, so he should have withdrawn according to Ling Jingyan's habits, opened the oversized refrigerator, fortunately, all the vegetables, fruits and vegetables in it were very complete, Wen Rong was very satisfied, and hurriedly picked out a few things to deal with with them quickly.

Half an hour later, Wen Rong brought three dishes and one soup on a tray and entered Ling Jingyan's bedroom.

After placing the dishes on the bedside cabinet, Wen Rong picked up the white rice, and asked cautiously, "Can you eat it yourself?" ”

Ling Jingyan's outstretched left hand was immediately withdrawn, and he said in a serious tone: "No." ”

Sighing, Wen Rong accepted his fate: "Then I'll feed you, okay?" Afraid of hurting his male self-esteem, he hurriedly added, "It's inconvenient for you to hurt your arm." ”

Ling Jingyan hurriedly turned his head and hummed in a deep voice.

Wen Rong only thought he was embarrassed, and felt more and more guilty in his heart, and said softly: "The maid below made it too heavy, I didn't serve it for fear of affecting your wound healing, this is what I did, I don't know if you like to eat it, if you really don't want to eat, I'll take it down and change it, okay?" ”

Clear soup fish balls, shredded chicken in Hangju, celery lily, and muxi meat are all light and nourishing diets, since the dishes made by his servants are all thick and oily, fresh and spicy, which means that his taste is also the same, and now he hastily changed it to light, and I don't know if he can eat it.

"I don't pick."