A Day of Love: The President's Prey

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Realizing the meaning of Haiyue's words, Butler Li was stunned. After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and stopped him, "Madam, your hand is not healed yet. I'll leave this to the kitchen. You don't have to..."

Haiyue didn't wait for Steward Li to speak, and said directly, "My hands are fine, don't bother the kitchen with such a small matter..."

Moreover, she owes Sikong Jingqiu so much... Although she has no way or ability to pay off the debt she owes, at least, at least, in other ways within her power, she should do something for Sikong Jingqiu... [

Haiyue turned her head, stared at the empty doorway for a while, and after saying "Please send me the materials", she got up and walked towards the kitchen with her injured hand.

As if this could alleviate her guilt.

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The surrounding area was silent, the sun had already set, and except for the house where the lights were still on, the rest of the place was shrouded in an indissoluble night.

Haiyue was alone, sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, staring at the cold bowl of soup on the table in a daze.

I really don't know why I have to sit here like a statue, foolishly waiting from dawn to dark...

Sikong Jingqiu didn't say he would be back today, did he?

But... she didn't have the slightest intention of leaving the living room and going back upstairs to rest...

After waiting in the living room for so long, she couldn't tell whether she had been sitting here because she was worried about Sikong Jingqiu's health, or because she was worried that Sikong Jingqiu would anger Yunyan.

Haiyue smiled wryly, reached out to touch the cold porcelain bowl on the table, and then looked up at the wall clock.

It turned out that it was past one o'clock, no wonder the soup was cold again.

Haiyue stood up, picked up the soup on the table and returned to the kitchen, poured it into the stew pot, and pressed the switch.

After a while, white smoke floated from the stew pot, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Haiyue pressed the switch, pulled out the plug, then took out the heat-insulating gloves and put them on, then took the stew pot out of the pot, poured the soup into the thermos, yawned, and was about to leave with the thermos in her arms , but heard footsteps outside.