805: C805

C805

"Not bad."

Lu Yiyao pursed his lips and said faintly.

"It's alright."

Jiang Zhaowu closed the lid and picked up the box.

"Use slowly. "I need to hurry back. The business here is good today, I'm afraid they won't be able to make it."

"Yes."

Lu Yiyao's gaze turned heavy as he replied in a low voice.

"Oh yeah, Yiyao, the thing I told you about last time?"

Jiang Zhaowu walked a few steps before turning his head back, a light flashed in his eyes. Lowering his voice, he asked.

"I'm still checking."

Lu Yiyao was about to go in when he called Lin Ange out for dinner. Hearing those words, his footsteps paused for a moment.

"Oh, okay."

Jiang Zhaowu nodded, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"I'll be leaving first."

Then he left in a hurry without looking back.

Lu Yiyao's pupils shrank as he watched Lu Yiyao leave.

Many years had passed since Jiang Zhaowu asked him to investigate. It was somewhat difficult to investigate. In addition, the clues were very thin, making it even harder to find out.

However, since he agreed to it … No matter how hard it was, she would definitely investigate it for him.

Until the truth was revealed.

He understood Jiang Zhaowu's feelings better than anyone else.

Because he had been an orphan.

They wanted to find their loved ones more than anyone else.

Lu Yiyao stood in front of the Small Round Table for two seconds before he walked inside.

"An An, get up and eat."

"I don't want to eat it, you eat it."

Lin Ange's heart was filled with worry, and she was in a state of panic.

"An An, it's fine if you don't get up, but I'll feed you later."

Lu Yiyao didn't forcefully pick her up from the bed, he held her hand and said warmly.

"You definitely haven't eaten lunch, hurry up and go eat."

Lin Ange froze for a moment, then remembered Lu Yixun's worry and said warmly.

"I'm not hungry."

Lu Yiyao reached out his hand and smoothed the hair on her forehead.

"Even if you're not hungry, you still have to eat. Your stomach is bad …"

"If you don't eat, I won't eat either."

Lu Yiyao sat on the edge of the bed. His deep gaze fell on her pale face. A trace of love flashed within his eyes.

"Quickly go …"

Lin Ange was flustered by his gaze. She raised her hand and pushed him lightly. The texture of his palm tingled slightly when it came into contact with his firm muscles and bones.

"You and I are husband and wife. "We share both good fortune and bad fortune."

Lu Yiyao held her and whispered into her ear.

"What did you say?"

Lin Ange felt a warm feeling in her heart when she heard this, but she continued to mutter under her breath.

"I'll eat if you eat."

Lu Yiyao said.

"Do you want to eat or not …"

Lin Ange muttered.

"I love to eat you."

For some reason, Lu Yiyao started to get a bit 'naughty'.

"You …"

Lin Ange pounded her hand on his chest.

Lu Yiyao grabbed her fist and hugged her even more tightly.

"Are you going to eat it or not?"

He raised his eyebrows, his last words rising slightly.

"Not eating."

"Then I won't eat either."

"Lu Yiyao, don't be naughty, let's go eat."

Lin Ange was really worried about Lu Yiyao's body, so she scolded him in a low voice.

"Then why don't you eat as well?"

Lu Yiyao said. It was clearly a question, but there was an irresistible affirmation in it.

"Alright, alright, I'll eat, I'll eat it, okay?"

Lin Ange said in annoyance.

Lu Yiyao's grave face revealed a satisfied smile. He slowly let go and stood up. He prepared to go to the living room to serve Lin Ange.

"I'll eat by myself."

After lying down for a few hours, his body began to feel sore. Lin Ange wanted to get up and walk around.

"Can I?"

Lu Yiyao was a bit worried.

"I'm fine."

Lin Ange threw back her quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Lu Yiyao wasn't willing to let her go by herself, so he directly carried her and walked towards the living room. She lightly placed her on a chair in front of the Small Round Table.

"An An, cold?"

"Not Cold..." "Achoo …"

Before Lin Ange could finish her sentence, she had already sneezed.

She was only wearing a thin hospital gown. She had just gotten up from the bed and her body was feeling weak again. As such, he wasn't used to it at the moment.

Lu Yiyao quickly turned up the air conditioner twice, then took out a thin blanket from the cabinet and put it on her.

The corner of Lin Ange's mouth twitched when she saw how tightly he had wrapped her up.

"How am I supposed to eat?"

"I'll feed you."

Lu Yiyao smiled at the bottom of his dark eyes.

"Who wants you to feed …"

Lin Ange frowned and curled her lips.

"…"

Lu Yiyao smiled without a word, bent his index finger, and lovingly scratched her perky nose.

"You …"

Despite Lu Yiyao's light movements, the bridge of Lin Ange's nose still blushed.

She frowned, raised her eyes, and glared at Lu Yiyao.

Lu Yiyao already had the soup and started to stir it gently with the spoon. Then, he scooped a spoonful and lightly blew on it. Only then did it reach Lin Ange's mouth.

"…"

Lin Ange-ling pursed her lips for two seconds before opening them again.

The soup was neither hot nor cold, and the temperature was just right.

The entrance was sour, sweet, sour, and sweet.

It was very appetizing.

"What soup is this?"1

Lin Ange swallowed her saliva and raised her eyebrows as she asked.

"Zhaowu did it."

Lu Yiyao did not answer the question directly. Pausing for a moment, he frowned and asked.

"Doesn't taste good?"

"It tastes pretty good …" I'll do it myself. "

This simple soup instantly opened Lin Ange's taste buds, 'awakening' her taste buds.

"…"

The corner of Lu Yiyao's mouth curved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

But his hands didn't stop moving.

Lin Ange said again after taking two sips.

"I'll eat it myself. You should eat it while it's still warm."

As he finished speaking, he adjusted the thin blanket on his body and extended his scallion like fingers.

"Alright."

Lu Yiyao didn't insist and carefully placed the bowl in front of her.

Lin Ange took the spoon and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"This Jiang Zhaowu's cooking skills are pretty good. "Tell me, how can there be such a man who can cook in this world?"

"Mrs. Lu, does your husband cook well?"

Lu Yiyao, who was drinking the soup, looked at her and asked faintly.

"Delicious …"

Lin Ange didn't catch the meaning behind his words and replied subconsciously.

"Compared to Jiang Zhaowu?"

There was an indescribable sour smell in the air.

"Hmm?"

Only then did Lin Ange notice that something was wrong. She raised her clear eyes and looked at him.

Only then did she realize that Lu Yiyao's eyes contained a trace of 'resentment', and he was even a little unconvinced.

Was he jealous?

pqdm.com