With a deep look in his eyes, he took the apron hanging in the doorway, put it on his body, and then re-entered the kitchen.

Reopening the refrigerator door, he took out the greens and tofu, rummaged around, and found another handful of rice.

Slender clean fingers unscrew the faucet on the sink, wash the rice, put it in the pot, turn on the fire, put the pot on it, and start cooking porridge.

Then chop the greens and tofu, throw them into the pot and close the lid.

He was wearing a high-end white shirt of 30,000 yuan, and the priceless black and gold ring on his hand was stained with water, although he was working in the kitchen, but his every movement, even the action of turning off the fire, faintly exuded a kind of elegance and nobility that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, so calm, as if he was treating an elegant art.

There was a calm expression on his face throughout, and against the backdrop of the flames, the cold lines on his handsome face were softer than usual.

After a while, the smell of rice wafted from the kitchen.

I haven't moved for so long, I'm probably gone, Ling Tongyu, who was wrapped in the quilt, thought in a daze, she couldn't understand why he suddenly came to her house, since the incident of being slapped by Ye Zhenzhen, she had tried her best to avoid appearing on the same occasion as him, and even accompanied Mr. Brian, she tried to get Wen Lei, the secretary of the president, to go with her.

"Squeak......" Just when she thought that Han Jifeng had left, the door of the room opened again, and she turned her head and squinted her eyes to look through a gap-

I saw that he walked in with a bowl in a white shirt, and the bowl was steaming, and a fragrant smell wafted into her nose.

"What is this?" She asked, her voice hoarse as a man's.

"Get up and drink some porridge." He bent over his waist and barely sat down on her small desk chair, which could only fit half of his ass, and placed the bowl of green vegetable and tofu porridge on the desk.

"You went out and bought it?" Ling Tongyu sat up hard, sat down against the head of the bed, and asked a little weakly, after being sick for two days, she lost a lot of weight, her small face, which was already the size of a palm, had a sharp chin, and her hair was messy and almost sloppy.

"Hmm." He replied casually, then pushed the bowl into her hand.

"Thank you." Probably smelling the fragrance, her body, which had never felt hungry, suddenly felt a little hungry, pulled her hand out of the quilt, took the spoon, and began to eat porridge.

He didn't speak, just watched her eat.

"Hmm......" she said as she ate, her mouth making a sound of admiration, "it tastes very good, I really feel hungry now." ”

Because the porridge was very hot, Han Jifeng put a little pepper in it, and as she ate it, her originally cold palms began to warm up, and her forehead began to sweat slightly, and her clogged nostrils began to open.

Seeing how she ate with relish, Han Jifeng turned his head and observed her desk, and then, he found a painting on the desk, which was pressed with an eraser.

"To my dear Uncle Han, I am the lovely and invincible Xiaoxi'er." The painting depicts three people, a man, a woman and a little girl, sitting around a table with a beautiful cake on it that reads "Happy Birthday Xiaoxi", "This is what Xiaoxi wants to give me?" Why don't you give it to me? ”

Looking at the date, the painting was painted ten days ago, and it is clear that the woman has seized his gift, what does this mean? He had to ask.

"Shhhh......h ”

Han Jifeng listened, took the painting and turned around, "You mean, I'm also under your control?" ”

"Hmm." She nodded unceremoniously and swallowed a big mouthful of porridge, oh, this porridge is so delicious, the more you eat it, the better it gets.

Han Jifeng stretched out his hand and lifted her face, there was already a lot of sweat on her forehead, and his fingers were wet, "Give me a reason to see." ”

She looked at him, pretended to think for a moment, and said, "You're so handsome." ”

"Be serious." He demanded with a very serious expression.

"That's it...... You're too rich. ”

"Ling Tongyu!" His voice raised.

"You're too ......," she looked him up and down, "you're too lethal." ”

"Ling Tongyu!!" His brow began to knot.

"Well, because ...... You are a very dangerous species, and you are really dangerous to me and Xiaoxi. Ling Tongyu put down the spoon and said very seriously.

Yes, he likes Xiaoxi now, but if he knows that Xiaoxi is his daughter, will he still be happy? Well, even if he is willing to recognize Xiaoxi's daughter, what about Ye Zhenzhen, what should she do? Although she gave birth to Han Jifeng's child, Ye Zhenzhen is his future wife, and she Ling Tongyu is just an existence that he doesn't know at all

Although "......" didn't really understand the meaning of her words, Han Jifeng felt that she wasn't joking this time.

Seeing that he stopped talking, she continued to bow her head and drink porridge.

Han Jifeng picked up the painting, admired it carefully, and said, "However, you can't stop Xiaoxi from liking me, you look at this sentence, it is full of love for me, she puts me in the most central position, it can be seen that in her heart, your mother is far less important than my 'friend'." ”

“！” Ling Tongyu swallowed the porridge in his mouth hard, and choked with him, "You are too self-indulgent, I, my mother who raised her with hard work, will not even be as good as you, a guy who can only be called a stranger who has only met a few times?" ”

glanced at the painting, and sure enough, Xiaoxi in the words was only staring at Han Jifeng, and a feeling of jealousy surged in her heart.

Han Jifeng shrugged his shoulders and said a little proudly like a child, "Facts speak louder than words, so you can't stop Xiaoxi from loving me." ”

"......Shhhhh

"You look like this one, look at this, a thick one, the protagonists in it are all me, hum."

Seeing him pick up the album and look through it, Ling Tongyu continued to eat porridge, looking at her triumphantly while eating.

I took medicine before, and now I drink such a big bowl of porridge specially prepared by Han Jifeng, although she still has a fever, her whole spirit has improved a lot.

Han Jifeng turned over page by page, this album was started by Xiaoxi when she was one and a half years old, and now, she has been painting for more than three years, and Ling Tongyu has preserved it well.

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Thank you for the red envelope gold medal.