She guessed that Ling Han came back, wiped his hands on his apron and came out of the kitchen.

"Young master, are you coming back for lunch?"

As soon as Ling Han came to the living room, his eyes fell on the dining table not far away. There were three dishes and one soup on the table. There were meat and vegetables on the table, which was quite rich. His face was satisfied.

He looked up in the direction of the master bedroom upstairs.

Lingling was in a hurry,

"Miss ye went to bed when she came back. Before going to bed, she told me not to disturb her. I just finished lunch, so I haven\'t... Look..."

"Bring one upstairs."

Ling Han glanced at the table and gave a light order.

Lingling nodded her head and rushed into the kitchen. Within two minutes, she brought out a lunch, packed it in a lunch box and sent it upstairs.

When he went downstairs, Linghan sat at the table to eat. He looked at Lingling and asked casually, "have you eaten yet?"

Lingling lowered her head,

"Miss Ye didn\'t wake up, I called twice, she said to put it, and then I didn\'t dare to shout any more."

Ling Han\'s eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and there was a layer of frost between them,

"Well, I see. Go ahead."

The bedroom door was slowly pushed open. Under the appropriately cut black suit pants, a pair of blue household slippers rubbed against the floor. It was quiet, but a little dull.

"Ye Huanyan." The cold voice sounded from the end of the bed, which seemed a little empty in the silent bedroom.

Ye Huanyan was sleeping soundly. When she heard this cry, she turned over and ignored it as a dream.

When someone saw that he was ignored, his face became more frosty and his voice sank a little. "Ye Huanyan, since you like this bed so much, it\'s better not to go to work and lie here every day."

Hearing these words, ye Huanyan suddenly woke up, bounced up from the bed, and sat in the middle of the bed, staring at the man at the end of the bed.

It\'s not a dream.

Ling Han glanced at her, went to one side of the bed, picked up the lunch box, and said in a cold voice, "why don\'t you eat?"

Ye Huanyan\'s eyes gradually came back from him. He lowered his head and looked at the sheets, which were white and dazzling. "I\'m too sleepy to eat."

The mattress under her body tilted slightly to one side, and she was stiff. The corner of her eyes caught a glimpse of Ling Han sitting beside her. The black suit pants were particularly eye-catching on the snow-white sheets, pressing out a few folds.

"Why, waiting for me to feed you?"

A spoonful of egg soup is piled on the silver spoon. The texture of q-bomb vibrates slightly on the spoon, hanging in front of her eyes. At the end of the spoon is a hand with distinct bones.

She was stunned and reached for the spoon. "I\'ll do it myself..."

"Open your mouth," Ling Han\'s cold voice stopped her gesture.

She opened her mouth involuntarily, and then the spoonful of egg soup was put into her mouth. It melted in her mouth. When it slipped into her throat, she felt a little sweet. Was it sugar?

"I\'ll do it myself." She swallowed the egg soup and looked up at Linghan.

He gave her a blank look,

"You think I\'m willing to feed you? When I don\'t pay attention to your hunger strike, it\'s easy to be away from work, isn\'t it? "

While talking, he picked up the lunch box, put one hand around ye Huanyan\'s shoulder, and put her in his arms. The lunch box was held in front of her chest, while holding a spoon in the other hand, he dug a spoonful of rice and sent it to her lips, "open your mouth."

His chest was close to her back behind her, and gradually a trace of heat spread on her back. His breath swept her side face, like a dream.

Ye Huanyan felt as if she hadn\'t woken up at the moment. She looked hazy and listened to his instructions. She opened her mouth and chewed, and drank a mouthful of soup.

Half a bowl of egg soup and some vegetables fed down, her face gradually a trace of blood.

Ling Han\'s chest left her back. The lunch box and the spoon collided with each other, making a clanging sound. Then he put it on the chair steadily. He looked back at ye Huanyan, frowned, pulled out the two pieces of paper in the box and leaned over.

Ye Huanyan has a big melon face, a pair of black and bright eyes, small nose like a clever fox, lips stained with pale yellow egg soup, confused eyes like a lost kitten. Ling Han holds a tissue close to her. He originally raised his hand to wipe the corners of her mouth. At the moment when he is close to her, her heart beats and misses a beat. The breeze blows, and she blinks. Her eyes are like spring water. His gesture stops suddenly. He holds her shoulder in a different direction, and then he gives it a slight smile

Stoop, a bow will contain her small lips.

Ye Huanyan\'s whole body is stiff, and the pain of her lower body has not disappeared yet. She is not willing to bear Ling Han\'s joy and love at this moment, but she dare not resist, just let him kiss his lips and pry her teeth open.

Ye Huanyan\'s mind gradually blurred. How could this dream be so real? Assistant Qiao\'s voice rang out at the door, "it\'s too late for the afternoon meeting of general manager Ling. Do you need me to change the time with the client?" Ling Han\'s hand is slightly on his belt and glances at the door unhappily. Ye Huanyan is also all over a stiff, instant recovery of consciousness, lift eyes looking at the man on the body, face burning red“ No, I\'ll change my clothes and go The cold voice, accompanied by her sudden light strength, gradually walked away, and entered his own room from the sliding door of the compartment, leaving a room with clean ambiguity and warmth before it had time to fade away. Ye Huanyan stroked the skin on her chest, as if there was still the temperature he left behind. This is one of his few gentleness. His clothes and skirts are complete, and his body is also complete. Except for the red and swollen lips, it seems that he didn\'t do anything to himself this time. It\'s really like a dream. After Linghan left, ye Huanyan took a shower in the bathroom. She didn\'t dare to wash for too long because of the lesson of the night before. The aromatherapy lamp didn\'t turn on. Looking at herself in the mirror, she still had some mottled bruises on her body, and the pain in her lower body was still clear. But when she thought of her tenderness, it seemed that all of these could disappear. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.