Chapter 168

Listening to Xia Ling's firm words, and then looking at the pain on her stubborn little face, Fu Yunting's thin lips closed tightly.

Her words seem firm, in fact, she just let it be!

If there were no obstruction from Jiang Lingyun's mother, would she really stay in the Fu family all the time?

And her heart

"Do you still like Jiang Lingyun?"

He wants to hear the denial and hear her say that she doesn't like Jiang Lingyun anymore.

However, someone doesn't speak.

Fu Yunting held the steering wheel more tightly, and his irritability between his eyebrows and eyes was even worse.

Knowing that this is an affirmative promise, what is he still imagining?

That's ridiculous!

Fu Yunting started the car and drove out without saying a word.

"I will gradually forget him and treat him as an ordinary big brother."

A woman's soft but firm words came to his ears. Fu Yunting's eyes moved and his thin lips softened.

She's pretty good.

Then he'll wait for her for a while.

When she forgets Jiang Lingyun, he will show his true face.

Fu Yunting drove back to Fu's villa.

After getting off the bus, Xia Ling didn't hurry to go to work, but went into the kitchen and looked at the ingredients.

The Fu family had all the ingredients. She found out what she wanted and smiled with satisfaction.

Fu Yunting lost his car key and walked to the kitchen door with a frown. He watched Xia Ling busy inside.

What is she doing?

Do you want to make soup?

Do you mean

"Young lady, what are you going to do? Why don't mom Zhang help you?"

Zhang Ma went into the kitchen and asked.

"No, mom Zhang, I'm making bone soup. Go and help yourself."

Xia Ling didn't stop the movement on her hand and replied casually.

Jiang Lingyun is seriously injured. She wants to cook soup for him by herself.

stew soup?

This soup will never be boiled for him!

Fu Yunting at the kitchen door turned black and went upstairs.

His wife makes Soup for other men. Why is he so angry!

In the kitchen, Xia Ling added enough ingredients and set the soup cooking time. Then she breathed and stared at the pot.

"Young lady, who are you making soup for?"

Probably to the patient in the hospital?

Zhang's mother heard a general idea in the morning, and she knew something in her heart.

"It's for a friend of mine."

Xia Ling smiled. "He was hurt for me, so I wanted to make a soup for him."

She can't take care of him herself. She can only cook soup to do her best.

When the soup is ready, she will bring it to warm at night and let her feed it to Jiang Lingyun.

"No, mom Zhang, I'm going to work. See you in the evening."

"OK! Young lady, drive carefully on the road."

Zhang's mother sent Xia Ling away. With a casual glance, she saw her young master go downstairs and enter the kitchen.

What did the young master do in the kitchen?

Mother Zhang was curious and hurried to the door. She saw Fu Yunting pouring a pot of bone soup into the sink.

"Young master, this is the bone soup made by Madam Shao. You..."

Zhang's mother was surprised, but it was too late to stop her.

"Mom Zhang, tidy up your things, and then you can cook a pot of soup for her again."

Fu Yunting looked at his masterpiece and gave a faint command. Then he went out of the kitchen and strode upstairs.

Zhang Ma: "

What a good big bone soup! It was ruined by the young master!

But is the young master jealous?

Because the soup made by Mrs. Shao is for other men!

But young master, it's shameful to waste food!

Zhang's mother was unable to laugh or cry. She had to shake her head, put on gloves, clean the food in the sink, and prepare to report her young master's childish behavior to the old lady in a moment.