171: C171 You will Only Have an Appetite If Ling'er Comes

C171 You will Only Have an Appetite If Ling'er Comes

"Uh, no problem."

Xia Ling poured the stewed rib soup into the thermos and smiled, "It is just that I suddenly feel that my craftsmanship is becoming more and more similar to Mrs Zhang's. This pot of soup, if not for the ingredients that I personally added in the morning. I thought it was cooked by you, Mrs Zhang."

After getting along with her for so long, perhaps even her cooking skills had become similar.

"Hehe, is that so?"

Mrs Zhang's old eyes slightly flashed, "Young Madam, then you are still eating at home?"

Wasn't it just the soup she cooked?

This was also the masterpiece of her family's childish Ghost Young Master.

"We'll talk about it later. Mrs Zhang, help me keep my rice first."

Xia Ling did not have time to say more and quickly left with the thermos.

In the hospital, Xia Ling stood at the door of Jiang Lingyun's VIP ward. She pursed her lips and looked at Jiang Lingyun on the hospital bed. She did not push open the door and enter.

At this time, she should not have met him again.

She took out her phone and was about to call the warm phone to ask her to come out and get the soup when the conversation between the two vaguely sounded from inside.

"Mr Jiang, you haven't eaten for a day. Can I ask you to eat something?"

Didn't eat for a day?

Why?

Xia Ling's hand, which was holding the phone, tightened as she hurriedly looked at the sickly Jiang Lingyun.

"I don't have an appetite. I don't want to eat."

Jiang Lingyun turned his head and closed his eyes.

"What do you want to do to have an appetite? Do you only have an appetite when Ling comes?"

Warmth felt bitter in her heart, "But Auntie said that she won't let me contact Ling. Otherwise, I can't stay here to take care of you anymore."

Jiang Lingyun didn't say anything. He only moved his eyes with his eyes closed, as if he was listening to her.

Warmth felt helpless and kindly advised, "Mr Jiang, I beg of you, don't defile your own body, okay? Look, I made chicken soup for you. Can you open your eyes and drink a little?"

"Take it away."

Jiang Lingyun said faintly, his eyes still closed.

"Mr Jiang..."

"I told you to take it away, didn't you hear me?"

Jiang Lingyun finally opened his eyes and swung the bowl of chicken soup in his warm hand away.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, her warm hands were sprinkled with chicken soup. It was so hot that she cried out in surprise. Her eyes instantly turned red. She did not know whether it was hot or wronged.

"Warm."

Xia Ling, who was standing at the door, could no longer care about anything. She hurriedly pushed open the door and went in.2

"Lingling, you are here. I..."

Jiang Lingyun was surprised and guilty. His expression kept changing as he looked at Xia Ling.

Xia Ling frowned and looked at him. She put down the thermos in her hand and first pulled the warmth into the bathroom. She put her hand under the tap to wash it.

The warmth did not say a word. Only sparkling tears rolled down.

Xia Ling felt uncomfortable in her heart and softly called, "Warm."

She was not an idiot. In her heart, she understood that Warmth had a good impression of Jiang Lingyun.

She felt very sorry.

"I'm fine. I just couldn't hold it in for a while."

Warmth sniffed and wiped away the tears on her face, returning it to normal.

Xia Ling wanted to say something but stopped herself. She looked at Warmth and didn't know what to say.

"Ling, you came at the right time. Mr Jiang has not eaten for a day. You should take care of him and eat something later."

Warmth looked at Xia Ling and smiled as she pleaded.

Xia Ling looked at her firmly and nodded gently, "Okay."

Since they had already entered the ward, it was better to speak clearly to Jiang Lingyun.

This way, it would be good for everyone.

When the two of them walked out of the bathroom door, Xia Ling looked at the sickly Jiang Lingyun. When she saw that he was also looking at her, her gaze became fixed.

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