Urban God-level Bodyguard

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"That, Mr. Ling, you sit down first, and I will pour water for you." He Huiyun was just a little girl at the front desk. Although he saw Mr. Ling every day, there was basically no chance to speak.

Suddenly I saw the biggest big boss in my home, it was ... a little frightened ...

But Ling Xiaoya ignored He Huiyun and looked nervously at Zhang Xingyun, "Where are you injured? Isn't it serious? Or should I find you a doctor?"

"Thank you Mr. Ling for your kindness. I'm fine. If you're fine, we won't keep you. Our meals may not be in your mouth." It's already a meal. Zhang Xingyun's intention to catch people is obvious But no.

"Enable." Ling Xiaoya turned to He Huiyun, "Can I have a meal with you?"

"of course can."

Can you say no at this time? How can the boss refuse to eat at his own house? Even if you are reluctant, you can't say no.

"That Mr. Ling, you sit down first, and I will cook here ..." Zhang Xingyun pulled her over before she went out.

"Mr. Ling, we don't know what you like to eat, you might as well make it yourself."

"Brother Zhang, what are you talking about? How can you get Mr. Ling to cook.

Even if Mr. Ling is not your boss now, it is also my boss. How can the boss cook for the employees?

"I'll do it." Ling Xiaoya picked up the fish that had just been thrown on the ground directly, turned around and entered the kitchen.

This time He Huiyun was even more disturbed, and she felt wrong when she tried to do it. "Mr. Ling isn't cooking well? Let me help her."

"Mr. Ling should do it yourself, don't worry about it." Zhang Xingyun patted the sofa next to him, beckoning He Huiyun to sit over.

Ling Xiaoya carried the vegetables into the kitchen and took a sigh of relief. She originally wanted Zhang Xingyun to forgive herself. Since he was the one he requested, he must do it for him.

This is her third time in the kitchen.

The first time, in order to apologize to Zhang Xingyun, but would not know anything, was taken over by Zhang Xingyun with a smile, and told her that he would come to cook.

The second time, the day before he tried him himself, he got up early and cooked porridge for him, but he was robbed by Zhang Xingyun. He told her that he would do all the rough work later.

This time, I apologized to Zhang Zhang Xingyun again. It seemed that every time I did something wrong, I paid the man in the kitchen, but every time I just had a beginning.

now what? Will he come in to help himself?

With tears in her eyes, Ling Xiaoya knew that Zhang Xingyun was making things difficult for herself, but she couldn't give up.

She diligently recalled the scene of Zhang Xingyun's cooking, thinking that it was enough to follow her steps.

However, things seem easy, and they are not so easy to do.

Ling Xiaoya looked at the dishes of different sizes on the cutting board and sighed. Seeing what Zhang Xingyun did was so simple, but how could it be so simple?

With the black history of the whole live fish directly under the last time, Ling Xiaoya knew that the fish had to scrape the scales and clean up the internal organs.

But even if it does not represent anything.

"Ah!" There was a scream from the female president in the kitchen.

He Huiyun stood up immediately and ran into the kitchen. "Mr. Ling, what's wrong with you?"

"I, I've got my hand." Ling Xiaoya held my right hand with my left hand, but still saw the blood flow down.

Ling Xiaoya knew that she wanted to scrape the scales, but she was holding a kitchen knife to scrape at herself. It was useless with a force, and the knife cut into her own hands.

"Mr. Ling, let me get it." He Huiyun took Ling Xiaoya out of the kitchen, found the iodine wine and cotton swab, and wiped the wound little by little.

Ling Xiaoya frowned in pain.

"Huh, Ling is really delicate and tender, and there is so much blood left in a small mouth." Zhang Xingyun said, Ling Xiaoya would not understand.

From the beginning, Zhang Xingyun hadn't said a word to herself. It was either a project in the sand or a taunt, but she wanted to endure it.

Soon, He Huiyun bandaged Ling Xiaoya, "Ling, President, you have a rest first, I'll cook."

"Sister Xiaoyun, you look like Mr. Ling is so shameless, and people don't tell you to help you." Zhang Xingyun held He Huiyun who was going to enter the kitchen.

"It's okay, Huiyun, I'll come by myself." Ling Xiaoya stopped sitting there and entered the kitchen again.

"Brother Zhang, President Ling is injured. Why did you let her do it?" He Huiyun was a little speechless. What happened to Ling always, he obeyed Zhang Xingyun's words.

"Who doesn't do it?"

"I do."

"I'm an injured person, you have to take care of me."

"You are not very good ..."

"Oh, the wound hurts ..."

"..."

Can you pretend to be a little fake?

After a long time, Ling Xiaoya finally cooked the meal, and when she came out, she looked a bit embarrassed.

A new wound was added to his hand, which may be too painful, and there were still wet tears on his face, and several black marks.

Zhang Xingyun looked at the two dishes on the table, his eyes full of disdain, and picked two chopsticks on the first plate, "The eggplant is not cooked ..."

After that, he picked two more times in another bowl, "This is the potato you made?"

In the end, he looked at the bowl of fish soup, "I said Mr. Ling, do you like and paste fish soup?"

Opening the lid, the scent of the smell made him retreat.

He Huiyun was a little embarrassed by what Zhang Xingyun said. When did he become so picky? Besides, the bosses are all face-saving for you. You are still picking and choosing.

Didn't you see that everyone was crying?

Ling Xiaoya did have red eyes. She didn't expect that cooking a meal is harder than doing business.

"Well, let's eat outside ..." The atmosphere between the two was really awkward, and He Huiyun whispered a suggestion.

"It's a waste to go out. It's also food anyway. It's not good to waste." Zhang Xingyun finished, and he was the first to reach the table.

Zhang Xingyun put a bite of food in his mouth and said, "It's still edible."

Seeing that Zhang Xingyun had eaten it, He Huiyun could not not eat it, but as soon as the dish came into her mouth, she wanted to cry.

Nima, is this human food?

But in front of President Ling ...

Ling Xiaoya smiled when she saw Zhang Xingyun said she could eat it. Was he sure? "Delicious?"

He Huiyun quickly stretched his brow, swallowed the dish with difficulty, and pulled a smile stiffly, "delicious ..."

Ling Xiaoya immediately put herself a chopstick.

As soon as I hit my tongue, the woman spit it out. Did you pour a jar of salt into it?

He Huiyun rushed to bring water to Mr. Ling, although he wanted to drink it, but it was too obvious ...

Zhang Xingyun waited for Ling Xiaoya to slow down before speaking. "Mr. Ling, I've eaten now, don't you know what else you have? If not, we should go to bed."

As soon as Zhang Xingyun spoke, He Huiyun's face flashed strangely, and Ling Xiaoya naturally saw it.

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