Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

Her breathing became more stable, and she slept very sweetly, with a faint smile on her face, which made his eyes unable to leave.

Ming Ye lowered her head coldly and kissed her again. Lin Motong slept soundly and did not resist. She placed her little hand on his neck obediently. Her hair also made his skin itchy and his heart itchy.

He reached into her pajamas, touched the fetus and moved a few more times, as if playing with his palm. Wherever his palm moved, the fetus followed. After playing like this for a few minutes, the child was quiet again.

When he got up tomorrow night and planned to rest for a while, he looked out the window and there was already a faint sunlight coming out.

This night, while taking care of Lin Motong while watching her sleeping face, he played with the child for a while, and spent the whole night.

Time has never passed so fast.

Lin Motong slept exceptionally sweetly. Although there was a period of time in the middle, she always felt that she was sinking into an incomparable nightmare, trying to woke up but couldn't wake up, but in the second half of the night, she slept very easily.

When she woke up, the sky was already bright, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, and saw a familiar figure sitting on the balcony.

It will be cold tomorrow night.

Why is he here?

Lin Motong hurriedly put on slippers and walked to him. The sunlight was just right, and the light fell on him, coating him with dazzling brilliance, shining like his identity.

"Master. Why are you here?" Lin Motong really felt that there was someone around him last night, but thought it was his dream, and never thought it was him.

Ming Ye raised her eyes coldly, and saw that her expression had returned to normal, and her sweet face was no longer as sick as last night, and her heart was slightly relaxed.

He glanced at her: "Didn't you see me working? Go eat your breakfast."

"Oh, oh." Lin Motong found the working papers in his hand, and remembered that he had specifically confessed yesterday that he had some things in this room and might come to this room to get it.

Lin Motong didn't dare to disturb him anymore, returned to her bedside and found steaming white porridge, eggs and cheese, and fresh fruit slices on the table.

These are suitable for patients who have had a cold and fever. Lin Motong felt that his appetite had greatly increased when he saw it.

She wanted to ask Mingye Leng if she wanted to eat, but she glanced at him and found that his expression was stern and his eyes were always on work. She thought about it and didn't dare to ask, so she had to eat it herself.

She didn't eat much last night, but now she was panicking and ate all the food in one breath.

Just about to pack things, a cold voice sounded in due course tomorrow night: "Put it there."

"It's okay, I'll just clean up briefly." Lin Motong couldn't help but hold his duty, and didn't want others to take care of and serve him.

"Anyway, the child in my stomach is not mine. Don't cry at Ming's house when you fall." Ming Ye said in a cold voice.

Lin Motong realized that her hands and feet were still a little soft. She remembered that she had fainted twice yesterday, and she didn't dare to make any trouble, so she hurriedly put things down.

After a while, someone came to pack up and leave.

Ming Ye Leng got up and left. When he left, he didn't take all the papers with him. He just threw it there and left it there.

As soon as Ming Ye Leng left the house, Ding Hai walked to him and said in a low voice, "Master, there is another person from the Yan family."