Chapter 424

At the other end of the mobile phone, Zhuo qianyun's voice came, "still, Xiaoyan's operation is very smooth. The doctor said that after Xiaoyan adapts to the two days, he can start systematic training to recognize the voice."

"That's great." Ling is still happy about it. "OK, I'll come to see Xiaoyan this afternoon."

Said, Ling still asked the specific ward of Xiaoyan's Hospital, which ended the call.

"It's about the child who can't hear?" Yi Jin left and looked at Ling and said.

"Well, Xiaoyan's operation went well. I'm free in the afternoon anyway. I'm going to visit him in the hospital." Ling still said.

"Then I'll go with you." Yi Jin leaves the way.

"You with me?" Ling is still surprised to stare big eyes, "but... Don't you still have to go to work?"

"I asked the Secretary to postpone the afternoon. It's not an emergency anyway." Yi Jin is away from the light tunnel.

But Ling still knows how much. In such a large group, as the president, what is not "urgent".

"Why, don't you want me to accompany you?" He asked in reply.

"Neither... Nor." Seriously, he would like to accompany her, let her accident, but also let her have a trace of sweetness.

"That's the decision." Yi Jin keeps eating with her head down.

Ling still saw it, also bowed his head, and continued to eat. Just as she was eating, his voice suddenly sounded in her ear, "sister, can I often cook food later?"

She was stunned and raised her head. Her eyes were on his dark eyes.

He suddenly smiled softly, raised his hand, and wiped it towards the corner of her lips. Only then did she realize that there were still grains of rice on her lips.

Suddenly, her face turned red again.

As if in front of him, she blushes easily.

"Is that all right?" His voice rang again, asking her the answer.

"I'm not as good as your chef." She said.

"So what? What I like to eat is just what you make. " He said.

There was a doubt in her eyes. Even if he didn't have a high demand for dishes, he didn't need to like the "ordinary" dishes she often made. After all, the professional chefs in the house are better than her at more than one level.

Or did he say that to make her happy? Is it a kind of sweet talk? It's like beauty in the eyes of the beholder. After all, he said before that no matter what she did, he liked it.

As if he saw her doubts, he opened his lips lightly. "I like sister a busy for me. When doing these dishes, sister a must be thinking about me, right? So when I eat the dishes made by sister a, I will be very happy, because this is what sister a makes for me... "

his possessive desire for her seems to be getting deeper and deeper, to the extent that he himself feels terrible. Even the food she cooked, she wanted to have it.

His low voice, like a stone, threw itself into her heart lake, making waves. His eyes, his voice, his words, as if constantly tell her how much he loves her.

As if... Absolutely unique...

as if he would be very happy as long as she gave him some casually.