Has the CEO's ex-husband played enough?

Along the way, he focused on driving without saying a word. Nuan Nuan wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything.

After being married for so long, it was the first time for her to ride in his car.It's much more comfortable than the one she bought herself, but sitting in it feels like sitting on pins and needles.

"I didn't eat at night, I'm hungry." Back at the villa, Wen Nuan went upstairs with his head down uncomfortably, Leng Yan suddenly called out behind him.

"I'll go...I'll ask Sister Ping to cook you something to eat." Nuan Nuan paused and almost blurted out to cook for him.Fortunately, the brain is faster than the tongue, so she didn't speak.

"Sister Ping should be resting now, so don't bother her. Thank you for bringing you back. I don't accept verbal ones, but I can consider getting some food."

Leng Yan's body fell into the sofa, and his fingers unconsciously covered his stomach.

"Ok."

Wen Nuan bit her lip, turned around, saw that his face was slightly pale, and couldn't help being surprised: "Stomach pain?"

When she was cooking that day, she asked Sister Ping what kind of wine he liked to drink, and she knew that he had a stomach problem.

"A little."

Leng Yan nodded, but cold sweat flowed from his forehead.Knowing that her car had a flat tire, he didn't ask Sister Ping to cook, so he made a small snack and went to find her.Along the way, my stomach hurts, but I just endured it all the time.

Seeing that she was more nervous than him, she couldn't help laughing: "Are you worried?"

He looked very happy, Nuannuan looked at him with some confusion, what's there to be happy about being so sick.Could it be because of her performance...

Oh, he wanted to laugh at her again.

"Are you worried about me?" He said again, still with a smile in his eyes.

"I feel sorry." Nuan was slightly taken aback.

I feel sorry that he helped her, but caused me a stomachache.

Worrying is a wife's behavior, and she shouldn't use the word.

"Really?" Leng Yan looked up at her, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

"real."

Smiling warmly, lowering his eyes halfway, covering the pain in his eyes, he got up in a panic: "Noodles are hard to digest, I'll make you some millet porridge, and then take some stomach medicine, or give Uncle Chen a call."

"No need, if Uncle Chen finds out, he will be scolded again." Leng Yan stopped her, and smiled weakly: "Make millet porridge for drinking."

After it was boiled, he brought it up carefully, and put the warmth in front of him.Wanting him to drink it by himself, seeing his weak lips turned white, he finally sighed, picked up the porridge, and took a small spoon: "Eat it."

**

In order to prevent Yan's emotional changes from being too sudden, there will be a few chapters transitioning, which seems very plain, but Guoguo feels that it is indispensable.

Hey, the more I write, the weaker I become...