Chapter 345

"Of course. You're busy, so I won't bother you." leicia was very cooperative. She turned to go out and bumped into uncle nine at the door. "Ah, I know you. You're uncle nine, right? Old Mr. nagge told me about you."

Uncle Jiu was stunned. Is this old Mr. naghi's man in front of you?

"Yes, Hello, miss." Uncle nine smiled kindly and nodded to leicia.

Leicia smiled faintly and introduced herself: "I'm leicia Lance. I heard you're the housekeeper in charge of this house. Please help me prepare a guest room, thank you."

The lance family! Uncle nine was shocked.

"Oh, by the way, it's better to be closer to Joe's room, because old Mr. nagge wants me to spend more time with him and... Cultivate feelings by the way." recia raised an index finger and added with a deep smile.

This speech did not avoid Ling Yao, and spoke out the real purpose of her trip.

Cultivate feelings? This... Uncle Jiu happens to know that Ling Yao's parents made an oral engagement with the lance family, so the meaning of cultivating feelings is a little intriguing. Doesn't miss lance know that the young master is married?

When Uncle Jiu was embarrassed, he didn't see Ling Yao's negative attitude, so he smiled easygoingly: "miss leicia, please follow me."

"Pa!" after they left, Ling Yao played with an expensive pen between his slender five fingers, and then popped up. The pen fell on the desktop. Ling Yao took back his hand and held his forehead with dark eyes.

After testing his bottom line and sending an eyeliner...

On the other side, uncle nine took leicia to the guest room.

Ninth uncle: "miss leicia, if I don't need anything, I'll be busy first."

Leicia stood at the door of the room and looked in. She was satisfied with the hardware and facilities: "wait a minute, which room is Joe?"

"Oh ~ go forward here, turn left, and then turn right. It's the one in the middle of the corridor." Uncle Jiu smiled, but he heard leicia's eyes twitch.

"Wait, didn't I say I wanted to be closer to him?" this left turn and right turn. What the hell?

Uncle nine blinked and said sincerely, "this is indeed the Airbus room closest to the young master. The young master's left and right rooms are temporarily used to place bodyguards. This is the security arrangement made by jessio to ensure the safety of the young master. If Miss leicia wants to change the room, you need to discuss it with jessio in person."

Talk to jessio?

Leicia thought about the failure of jessio to intercept her on the plane in H city. At that time, the man's eyes were even more terrible than Ling Yao's feeling to her. At present, Ian was not with her. If she could, she wished she didn't have to meet him next.

"Forget it, this one is also very good. Go and be busy. I'm going to have a rest." leicia said.

Uncle Jiu nodded and left, looking in a good mood.

In this matter, he was very kind. Although he didn't agree with the young master to bring back women at the beginning, he clearly saw the young master's love for the young lady after getting along with him. Although there was a little contradiction between the young couple, he believed that they could adjust themselves and outsiders should not make trouble.

Later, the Filipino maid sent the dinner to the bedroom. During this time, because of illness, the meals were basically solved in the room. Hai Xiaomin was eating and Ling Yao came back.

"Dali, prepare another dinner for the young master." Hai Xiaomin stopped eating first and ordered Dali.

Ling Yao took off his suit and handed it to Dali. He strode to Hai Xiaomin and covered her forehead with his hand. His voice was low and a little hurried: "I heard you had a headache when you came back today?"

"I......" Hai Xiaomin just wanted to say something, and then he saw Ling Yaomin straightening his thin lips, looking very unhappy.

"I told you, I've been sick recently. Just stay at home. Don't run around. I don't listen. I'm still a patient, so I'm in a hurry to visit others!" Ling Yao picked up Hai Xiaomin's small hand. On the back of his hand are pinholes and bruises left by infusion these days, which haven't dissipated yet.

She didn't know that her cold had been better. The doctor speculated that it was the sequelae of being bitten by a snake and not treated in time, which is likely to cause more serious infection!

Ling Yao was really in a hurry and had a heavy tone. It was hard to hear Hai Xiaomin.

Motionless, she took back her hand. She looked away from his face indifferently: "just sleep for a while. As for where I want to go, it's my own business. You have no right to restrict my freedom."

Aware of Hai Xiaomin's resistance, Ling Yao frowned and raised a burst of irritability in his heart.

The two sides fell into silence.

These days, this kind of small procrastination continues. They will always be unhappy because of such small things or differences of opinion. Hai Xiaomin's stubbornness and Ling Yao's decision have played a role in these small disputes.

"Master, it's miscellaneous sauce noodles tonight. If you want something else, I'll let the kitchen do it." taking advantage of this quiet gap, Dali hardened her head and sent the food to the table to break the silence.

"No, that's it." Ling Yao pursed his lips, opened the seat opposite Hai Xiaomin, looked at Hai Xiaomin awkwardly, and saw her cold face, eating noodles without a mouthful, quite without appetite, "pass me the ketchup."

Hai Xiaomin raised his eyes and glanced. The ketchup was in the middle of the table. It was a little closer to her. Ling Yao could get it as long as he reached out!

But Hai Xiaomin didn't expose it. He got up and picked up the ketchup. His upper body leaned forward slightly, crossed the table, squeezed the sauce to the edge of Ling Yao's plate, then put the bottle containing ketchup in his hand, sat back and silently continued to eat noodles.

Make complaints about the nose and the nose, how do she want to know how to master the Tucao and Mrs. little, one is crazy, the other is selling silly, but it's a willing to fight. But she wants to ask, "master, curry sauce with tomato juice, it's not very strange."

Ling Yao mixed the miscellaneous sauce noodles with tomato juice while thinking about what topic to continue to find and talk to Hai Xiaomin. He didn't pay attention to the taste of the noodles in the import, which disappointed Hai Xiaomin who was silently looking forward to a handful. He wanted to see how he ended. Who knows Mr. Ling's taste is so strange!

"How's Tang Xuan?" Ling Yao asked casually, as if there was no previous unhappiness, which seemed very natural.

"Very good." Hai Xiaomin also answered casually. Originally, he wanted to ask him about Zhao Zhizhou, but now he is completely in no mood.

Ling Yao glared at her: "can't you say a few more words?"

"The face is cold." Hai Xiaomin is staring down at his plate with tangled eyebrows.

Ling Yao: "

"Eat mine!" he conveniently changed their plates. Hai Xiaomin was in poor health and didn't let her eat cold. He also stipulated that her stomach would be unbearable.

Looking at the strange colored miscellaneous sauce noodles in front of him, Hai Xiaomin's eyebrows are more tangled. He didn't mean to retaliate, did he?