In the kitchen, Xia Ling hummed a tune and happily went down to the bowl of noodles.

Midway, Zhang Ma heard the news and ran out.

When she learned that she was making a snack for Fu Ershao, she couldn\'t help smiling and bending her eyes.

The young master is still pretending.

But it seems that they get along well.

She had to report the good news to the old lady in time.

Xia Ling didn\'t know what Zhang\'s mother thought. After making the noodles, she carefully carried the bowl upstairs.

Pushing open the door of the study, Xia Ling shouted warmly, "Fu Ershao, the noodles are ready and you can eat."

Smelling the speech, Fu Yunting put down the manuscript in his hand, walked slowly to the tea table, looked at the bowl of noodles, and the nose was filled with a pungent smell of food.

Well, it does smell good.

Fu Yunting glanced at Xia Ling. As soon as he wanted to sit down, he inadvertently glanced at Xia Ling, and saw a circle of blue on the exposed wrist skin of Xia Ling\'s right hand.

What is this?

Fu Yunting\'s black eyes moved slightly, and then he remembered that her hand had been grabbed by someone before. She had been crying for pain.

The skin is so tender.

Fu Yunting pursed his thin lips, glanced at Xia Ling, and left the study without saying a word.

Xia Ling: "

Who\'s going to tell her what\'s wrong with this man?

Do you dislike her food?

At least make a squeak?

What is the meaning of leaving without saying a word?

"Fu Ershao, you..."

She responded by closing the door.

Xia Ling was angry and sat on the sofa angrily. Looking at the delicious food in front of her, she decided to destroy it by herself.

Some people don\'t like such delicious food. She can\'t waste it.

After spitting out the turbid air deeply, Xia Ling picked up chopsticks and put some noodles into her mouth.

"Well, it\'s delicious. It\'s his loss if someone doesn\'t eat it."

When Fu Yunting came back, he saw someone sucking noodles and talking vaguely.

He just went to get the medicine. Why did someone take his food?

Fu Yunting strode forward and grabbed the bowl.

Xia Ling: "

What did he do?

This is her cooked noodles. If he doesn\'t eat it, won\'t he let her finish it?

"Hey, Fu Ershao, you can\'t waste..."

"This is my noodles. What do you eat?"

In a word, Xia Ling swallowed the face in her mouth with difficulty.

His face?

She thought he didn\'t want to eat.

Fu Yunting glanced at her, put down the bowl, slowly walked to her, squatted down, stretched out his hand, pulled up her wrist, looked at it, opened the ointment in his hand, squeezed it and applied it to Xia Ling\'s wrist.

Xia Ling: "

So he went out to get her ointment?

Xia Ling\'s face was dull and looked at the man who helped her wipe the medicine without saying a word. His small face suddenly turned red.

The man in front of him hung his eyes slightly, and his handsome face with clear shuttle corners was always cold, but it was clear and showed a trace of focused concern.

The warm palm and the slightly cool ointment rubbed out bursts of hot and set off bursts of ripples in people\'s hearts.

The heart jumped quickly for no reason. Xia Ling quickly retracted her hand and cut her hair uneasily.

"Well, I can do it myself."

He has a close relationship with her.

They shouldn\'t have made that ambiguous move just now.

"Take it."

Fu Yunting threw the ointment to Xia Ling. When he caught a glimpse of the woman\'s Crimson little face, he couldn\'t help but hook his lips with some pleasure.

Is she shy?

It seems that he is not without charm.

He walked briskly to one side and glanced at the bowl of noodles that was about to burn. Fu Yunting picked up chopsticks and ate gracefully.

Xia Ling: "

Is there something wrong with her eyes?

"Fu Ershao" is actually eating the rest of her noodles?

Somebody wake her up!