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Gu Xiangling ate the dishes with relish, warning herself in her heart: Don't be touched, or Song Ming's sword will end up in the sky.

After eating a few mouthfuls, Gu Xiangling felt that something was wrong. She then asked, "How long did you learn to cook these dishes?"

Song Ming's words were not soft, and he spoke with a serious tone: "I've been learning, I've only been waiting for me to personally make it for you to eat."

Deceiving ghosts! "Gu Xiangling gnawed on one of her phoenix claws, further confirming her judgment." "Did you learn it from a Sichuan cuisine master at a certain restaurant on the White Poplar Street?"

F * ck me! A foodie was a foodie. He knew all the delicacies on the streets from afar. Song Mingjian followed the stick and climbed up: "That's right, the taste is not worse than him."

"There's a slight difference," Gu Xiangling picked up a pair of chopsticks and ate it. "This potato chips doesn't taste right. You didn't use salt water to soak it before you fried it?"

"I've bathed in it before!" Song Ming's sword had fallen into his trap. He made up a lie and said, "I clearly remember what Teacher specifically told me."

Gu Xiangling nearly vomited out a mouthful of food. She endured the laughter and swallowed the food in her mouth, before lying down on the table and laughing uncontrollably. How could this guy fool around for a while when she did not hesitate to jump into the hole she dug.

Song Ming looked at her humbly. What, did this girl find a flaw? " Don't laugh, aren't you afraid of choking the food down your windpipe? "

Gu Xiangling had laughed enough with great difficulty, but the smile was clearly in her eyes. "My CEO, I don't need to soak the potatoes in salt water, they are all soaked in vinegar water."

After dinner, Gu Xiangling was just about to sit down and continue writing when Song Mingjian forcefully dragged her downstairs. It's bad for your health to sit still after eating. "

With his strength, Gu Xiangling didn't even have the chance to struggle. After they walked downstairs for a few steps, Gu Xiangling suddenly shouted, "Crap, I forgot to take my phone down."

For modern people with "cell phone syndrome", forgetting to bring a cell phone was a disaster. Song Mingjian turned around and ran upstairs, "I'll get it for you."

"No, no, you don't know where I put it. I'll do it myself." Gu Xiangling rolled her eyes and smiled like a flower. "Dearest, wait for me downstairs for two minutes!"

After a long time, Song Ming had not heard Gu Xiangling speak in such a gentle tone. The happiness in Song Ming's heart blossomed, and when he saw her smile, he became even more elated.

Two minutes passed and Gu Xiangling still did not come down. Five minutes passed, but there was still no sign of her. Song Mingjian was immediately dumbfounded. So Gu Xiangling was playing with him?

When he went upstairs to take a look, sure enough, the door was locked and the windows were closed.

Song Mingjian raised his hand to knock on the door but resisted the urge to do so. Fine, I'll let her off tonight. Where else could she go tomorrow, sitting in an office?

In the middle of the night, Gu Xiangling was awakened by a wave of burning pain in her stomach. She clenched her teeth and endured for a good while.

In the past, her stomach sometimes ached faintly, so Gu Xiangling didn't mind. The pain passed quickly.

Gu Xiangling's stomach turned upside down. She struggled to get up, then stumbled into the toilet and vomited. First, she vomited clean all the storeroom in her stomach. That disgusting feeling was still present.

He tasted something sweet in his mouth, and then the taste of blood filled his mouth. A mouthful of red blood was spat out. Gu Xiangling was so frightened that she fell to the ground and vomited blood. This meant that her illness was already severe.

He struggled to get up, but he didn't have any strength left in him. Cold sweat quickly seeped out from his entire body and instantly soaked through the thin layer of his pajamas.

Bei Mengmeng was jolted awake. She was so frightened by Gu Xiangling's pitiful state that she could not care less about hiding herself. She flew down the stairs and woke Song Mingjian up.

Fortunately, Song Ming was still awake. He was deep in thought with a frown as he looked at a document. Hearing Bei Mengmeng's plea for help, she rushed to the second floor without thinking about anything else.

"Xiang Ling!" When Song Ming saw Gu Xiangling's current appearance, he felt as if his heart had crumbled into dust. Her face was as white as snow, devoid of any life. The blood at the corner of her mouth was eerily bright.