Crippled Master's Young Wife

"Get up and change your clothes."

Fu Yunting said coldly, "you don't have much meat on your body. Do you think I'm really interested in you? I tell you, it's just a small punishment. If you're not honest in the future and can't be clearly involved with Jiang Lingyun, then..."

If you haven't finished, let Xia Ling understand.

She quickly got up from him, covered her chest and stepped back.

She was relieved to escape another disaster.

Behind him, Fu Yunting scratched his human skin mask, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his black eyes.

Damn it.

I wanted to question her, why

The sweetness of a woman still remains on her thin lips, and her fragrance seems to be floating in the air.

Fu Yunting's throat and hair were tight, and he hurriedly stopped his wishful thinking.

Deep eyes narrowed slightly. Fu Yunting took his cell phone and dialed out.

"Xi Chen, give the Jiang family a little warning and let the big brother of the Jiang family take care of his brother."

His things, even if he doesn't like them, can't be coveted by others.

In the guest room, Xia Ling changed her clothes and was in a complicated mood when she thought of the scene just now.

He shook his head hard and got rid of those upset thoughts. Xia Ling went downstairs to have dinner.

"Young lady, have dinner quickly." Zhang's mother still smiles.

There was a little noise upstairs just now. When I saw Xia Ling changing clothes, the smile on Zhang's face became stronger.

She has a hunch that her young master's feelings for her young lady are growing at a visible rate.

They are more and more interesting!

"Mom Zhang, the young master's dinner..."

Didn't see Fu Yunting come down for dinner, Xia Ling said tentatively.

"The young master seems to be in a bad mood today. He just told me that he doesn't want to have dinner. But his body hasn't fully recovered. How can he not eat dinner? Alas, it's really urgent."

Zhang Ma deliberately pretended to be anxious and said "Xiao Jiu" in her heart.

Young lady is kind-hearted. We must make use of various conditions to cultivate their feelings.

in bad mood?

Should it be because of her?

Xia Ling bit her chopsticks and twisted her eyebrows slightly.

"Mom Zhang, what does your young master usually like to eat? I'll cook it."

No matter what he thinks of her, she has an obligation to take good care of him.

"The young master is very picky about food, but he doesn't choose anything as long as it suits his taste."

Mother Zhang replied with a smile.

Xia Ling: "

So, is this the highest level for rich young masters to eat?

To his taste?

What's his taste?

"I'll go to the kitchen and see what ingredients are in it."

No matter, she makes food according to her own taste. As for whether he likes it or not, she'll know when she's finished.

Xia Ling made a bowl of pasta, fried two steaks and a bowl of borscht.

Looking at the fragrant food, Xia Ling nodded with satisfaction.

Fu Yunting came back from abroad. I think he prefers Western food.

"Young lady, let me help you."

Zhang's mother put the food into the food box, with a glimmer of approval in her eyes, and felt that the old lady's eyes were good.

She was wronged and didn't say a word. She was virtuous. Madam Shao was really beautiful and intelligent.

They went outside the master bedroom and Xia Ling knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"It's me."

A moment later, the door opened.

"Young master, young lady was worried that you were hungry, so she cooked dinner for you."

Zhang Ma carries a long food box and helps Xia Ling open her mouth.

She cooked it herself?

Fu Yunting's eyes and heart moved slightly, his eyes swept the silent Xia Ling, and the noodles he had eaten last night flashed in his mind.

The food she cooked was as memorable as her red lips.