Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Xueli Bai's face was buried in his heart: "You teach me, I will cook it for you."

Ye Mulin felt a little warm, but after a while he still asked her softly, "Shirley, if I'm not sick, would you still take care of me?"

She raised her eyes and looked at him for a long time: "Are you not sick?"

There was a defensive look in her eyes, small and sharp.

Ye Mulin sighed, "Of course I'm sick!" (I'm still very sick!)

After that, her eyes were a little less defensive, but she still held him and refused to let go.

Ye Mulin's expression softened, and he hugged her: "Eat, huh?"

Bai Xueli looked at the ward, then turned her head away: "Did Mom come here?"

Her words made him very useful and rubbed her hair.

After eating, he changed clothes and was going to the office. Bai Xueli followed him to the dressing room, watching him change a shirt, then put on a tie and cufflinks.

She looked at him neatly and frowned: "You really don't look like a sick person."

Ye Mulin took care of herself in the mirror, looking at her in the mirror, then smiled, turned around and stretched out her hand to hold her shoulder, "Trust me, I'm really sick."

He attached to her ear, "It's lovesickness."

She was taken aback, and he was half-truth.

"Hey, wait for me here." He raised his hand and looked at the table below: "I will be back before seven."

After finishing speaking, he squeezed her little face and walked outside, all dressed up and expensive.

Where is it like a patient?

Bai Xueli bit her lip and walked to the door: "Don't you need me to take care of it?"

He turned his head: "We have dinner together at night, this time I will not deceive.

Xueli Bai said.

She is willing to believe him once.

After he left, she started to mash the dishes in the kitchen and recognized them the same way, and then searched for the cooking method on her mobile phone. After all afternoon, she did not find any tricks, and her little face was fried. There were two small injuries and died of pain.

It wasn't until the evening that she simply fried pork ribs. Although it wasn't pretty, it tasted okay.

Ye Mulin came back after six o'clock. He didn't see a trace of fatigue. After opening the door, he frowned when he smelled the smell, "You went to the kitchen?"

Xueli Bai stood with her hand behind her, "Guess what I did?"

Ye Mulin looked at the kitchen behind her and smiled: "Let me see."

She didn't give it, insisting on asking him to guess.

Ye Mulin didn't speak, and went straight to put his arm around her waist, reach behind her with one hand, and snatched the plate from her hand.

Bai Xueli shouted anxiously: "Be careful, don't sprinkle it, I finally exploded it."

He took it over, and smiled calmly.

She was always afraid of spilling it, so he still took it.

A plate of fried pork ribs has a slightly burnt taste.

"You fried it?"

She hummed and looked at him baffledly: "Look, my hands and face are burning."

The small face is okay, there is a real bubble in her hand, she stretched out to show him.

Ye Mulin watched quietly, feeling a little sour, "Stupid!"

"You are sick, I can't always let you cook for me." She looked up at him: ‘Look if it’s delicious. ’

His eyes were still on her.

She was a little uneasy: "Ye Mulin, do you dislike me for not doing good food?"

He shook his head and smiled faintly: "No, it's because of comfort."

He hugged her, held her in one hand and the plate in the other. He put her little head in his arms and said softly, "I will do it for you in the future, so please don't touch these things."

She was uneasy, and it took a long time before she whispered: "How long can you stay with me Ye Mulin?"