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Leng Jueye opened his mouth obediently, but the moment he touched his lips, he frowned, his handsome face twisted, "It's too hot!"

Wen Xin jumped in fright and quickly ate the porridge. Only then did she realise that the porridge was so hot that it could not be eaten. She quickly apologized, "Sorry, sorry.

Leng Jueye barely managed to swallow the boiling hot porridge, he looked at her and said, "Let me blow on it, try the temperature, then let me drink it."

Wen Xin blinked her eyes. It's fine, but to test the temperature? Is he a child?

Unfortunately, he was injured, so any unreasonable request from him was reasonable. What else could she say?

She scooped up a spoonful of congee and blew on it lightly, then touched it with her lips. Only then did she put it near his mouth, and Leng Jueye ate it without hesitation, with his eyes locked on her. Looking at her gentle appearance, he felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure and comfort.

Only after Wen Xin patiently finished feeding the porridge did she realize that she had unknowingly started to sweat profusely. She silently wiped herself and remembered that she had stayed here for a very long time.

"It's time to go back." Wen Xin walked to the sofa and picked up her bag to leave.

"Alright, we'll continue tomorrow at this time to come over." The man behind him demanded.

"I won't be coming." Wen Xin was afraid.

"No, do you want me to find you?" A certain man raised his eyebrows.

"There's no need to keep seeing each other. Just obediently recuperate."

"I just want to see you. If I don't see you for a day, I'll feel bad. If I want to recover, it'll be because I'm in a good mood."

"Didn't your childhood friend come to see you?" Wen Xin suddenly thought of this girl.

Leng Jueye did not hide anything from her, "She stayed over with me last night, and now she has returned to rest."

Wen Xin's heart suddenly tightened, and she blinked, "That's very good! "As long as she's here."

"Stop bullshitting, come over on time tomorrow." The man ordered.

How could a wounded man still be so tyrannical? Wen Xin bit her lips, did not agree, nor did she refuse. She pushed open the door and walked her out, bringing her home.

Early morning.

She thought it was just a trash message, so she casually picked it up and took a look. Surprisingly, it was actually Leng Jueye's name, shocking her, and she quickly opened it only to see a short sentence, "Cook a bowl of noodles for me in the afternoon."

Wen Xin was eating a bowl of noodles and nearly choked on it, but the spicy taste still seeped into her throat, causing her to cough for a while. She looked at the text message angrily, wanting to reply, but ended the call.

His hospital had a kitchen and a top chef. Why did they need to bother a rookie like her to cook noodles for him?

He had to find something for her to do.

Wen Xin then gently pressed on the screen and stared at the message, thinking that the man's actions of sending a message on his phone, was extremely funny, he felt a sweetness rising from the bottom of his heart.

The entire morning, Wen Xin realised that after staring at the text message a few times, she became distracted, in the end, she threw away the phone while being distracted, and instinctively wanted to reject the emotion that was growing in her heart.

At two o'clock, Wen Xin was combing his hair, which she had just washed. It was smooth and smooth, draped over the back of her head.

Suddenly, the phone on her bed rang again. It was still a short message, so she quickly reached out to grab it. As she slid open to take a look, it was indeed Leng Jueye.

Wen Xin replied, "I don't cook well, so I don't want it anymore."

After only sending it ten seconds, the phone in his hand started to vibrate and sing. When Wen Xin saw this, she felt her head tighten and actually called Leng Jueye.

She could only helplessly pick it up, "Hello."

"I love what you cook, don't be lazy, hurry up." The deep male voice urged.

If it was a text message, she could still confidently reject him, but his voice had an unquestionable power, making her want to loudly reject it. When the words reached her mouth, her momentum cooled down and she timidly said, "Fine! You can't blame me for not being able to eat it. "

"If it doesn't taste good, I'll eat you." The man's voice came back in a normal tone.

Wen Xin's face instantly flushed red. The only person who could make this kind of thing sound so normal, so righteous, and not ashamed at all, was him.

Wen Xin really had to go and cook noodles, she took out the lunchbox she used to buy and washed them. Ten minutes later, Zuo Feng's call came in, she told him to wait for two minutes, she was ready and would be downstairs.

As he stood in the elevator with the lunchbox in his hands, Wen Xin's mind was in a mess.

It seemed like …

Love!

How could this be? Wen Xin's face creased in embarrassment, the feeling of wanting to die.

When she went downstairs, Zuo Feng had already opened the door to wait for her. When Wen Xin sat inside, the feeling was even more intense, causing her to not know what to do.

Zuo Feng drove very fast, and in less than twenty minutes, he arrived at the hospital. Wen Xin had a kind of restrained feeling, she helped her carry the lunchbox, and the two of them sat on the elevator that led to Leng Jueye's VIP room.

When he arrived at the ward, Leng Jueye was sitting on the sofa wearing a white shirt. In front of him was a laptop, his long fingers swiping across it from time to time.

Seeing them enter, he pressed the screen and raised his slender eyebrows, "You're here?"

Wen Xin anxiously said to him, "Don't let the noodles become paste, hurry up and eat it!"

Zuo Feng tactfully slipped out of the door and left them some private space.

Leng Jueye raised his injured hand, "Hello."

Wen Xin shook her head and opened the lunchbox. A sweet smell wafted out and she pushed the lunchbox in front of him, "Eat it yourself!"

"If you don't feed me, I won't eat you."

"Then forget it, I'm not the one who's hungry." Wen Xin suddenly wanted to laugh. Why was he like a child?

A certain someone's face fell, "Then I'll eat you."

Wen Xin was shocked, and quickly retreated two steps as her small face revealed an instinctive panic.

Leng Jueye smelt the fragrance, and compromise, "Forget it, wait for me to eat, when I have the strength, I'll deal with you." Having said that, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat the noodles.

Wen Xin clenched her teeth in anger, why was she always scared by him? Is it fun? Furthermore, he was injured, so why would he mention such a thing?

As expected, Leng Jueye ignored her and focused on eating his noodles. It was probably because he did not take care of his hair, as his bangs were a bit long and were slightly scattered to cover his forehead, making him look even younger.

This kind of him was even more enchanting than when he was at work. He no longer had the aura of an unapproachable stranger, and he had the friendliness of a approachable person. He was like a handsome big brother next door.

Although he looked elegant, his actions were quick. He wiped his sexy mouth with a tissue and chewed. His pair of deep eyes narrowed into an evil smile.