Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, Ye Mo, who was peeling fruit for her, glanced at her coldly.

"You're so boring?"

He shook his head helplessly, took a piece of peeled apple and handed it to her.

"What is boring and not boring? There are still people who have no brains in such a good relationship as Tilt and Yun Shao, I can't look past it, so I replied two sentences. ”

In Luo Yan's opinion, the relationship between Song Tiantian and Tang Jingyun is so good and perfect that an outsider like her can't help but want to maintain it.

Yemo didn't reply.

He peeled a large apple, but Luo Yan only ate half of it, and then he lost his appetite, so Yemo Jiang ate the leftover apple himself.

"What do you want to eat at noon?" He took out his cell phone and prepared to call his assistant and ask him to bring food to the hospital.

Luo Yan didn't even think about it, "I want to eat sweet and sour fish." ”

This is it again?

"Are you tired? You've been eating it for half a month. ”

Tired?

I don't think so.

Strange, why is she so keen on sweet and sour fish lately?

Anyway, every time she watched Yemo help her pick fish bones, she felt very comfortable in her heart.

She didn't know if the reason why she was comfortable was because she called him, or if it was ...... Because of something else.

"I'm going to eat sweet and sour fish anyway." Luo Yan closed the newspaper in his hand and threw it aside, and turned off the mobile phone and put it away.

She lay down a little tired, intending to sleep again.

"By the way, you promised to make sweet and sour fish for me yourself last time, when will you do it, you won't plan to repay the debt, right?" Luo Yan turned his head sideways and looked at the man standing beside him.

"When did Lao Tzu promise to cook fish for you?" Yemo's face was not good-looking.

He doesn't know how to cook.

"You're on the bill, aren't you?" Luo Yan sat up from the bed excitedly.

Seeing her look of conviction, Yemo couldn't help but wonder if she had really promised her about this, and then ...... I accidentally forgot.

He began to slowly reminisce, and after thinking about it for a long time, he finally remembered that there was indeed such a thing.

Recently, Luo Yante likes to eat this dish, every time he picks thorns for her and feeds her, she doesn't appreciate it at all, and always says that if Fu Chengyan is here, he will personally cook and help her do something......

Heh, it's all impulsive!

When did a young master like Yemo, whose five fingers don't touch the spring water, ever enter the kitchen?

"Forget it, you know that people like you have no credibility at all, you love to do it or not, I may not eat you if you do!" Luo Yan quietly lay back on the bed, turned sideways, turned his back to him, and fell asleep.

Yemo stared at her back for a long time, wanting to say something, but didn't bother her anymore.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but finally silently picked up the car keys on the table and walked out of the hospital room.

Night House Villa.

The housekeeper couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Yemo, who hadn't returned for a long time.

"Mr. Night, you ......"

"Get the chef." Yemo cut off the butler's words.

"Mr. Night, whatever you want to eat, just tell me, and I'll tell the chef to go down and make ......"

"Get the chef!" Nightink repeated it impatiently.

The butler hesitated, 'oh', and immediately did so.

In the dining room, four or five chefs stood in a row, waiting for the gloomy night ink to command.

Yemo took off his blazer, pulled the cuffs of his black shirt to his elbows, and took an apron from the butler's hand to tie it.