Boss, if you are the one

Chapter 378 Is He Crazy
Now she is studying hard, improving her medical skills, and then returning to China to become a better doctor.

Her mentality has also changed. She used to want to be a doctor because of Ying Juantian's words, but now, she wants to be a doctor because of herself.The scalpel that can save lives is the only thing she values ​​now.She hopes she can make a breakthrough.

He walked outside with the milk, but was taken aback by the figure sitting on the dining table.The milk in my hand almost fell to the ground.

"You—" Ying Juantian didn't leave?Not only did she not leave, but she was still eating the sandwich she had made.Xuan Mozheng took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and put the milk on the dining table: "Why are you here?"

Ying Juantian didn't answer her. He was still wearing the suit from yesterday, but he didn't look messy at all. It could be seen that he had already taken care of himself, but she didn't even hear a sound?

Xuan Mozheng's expression was ugly, and he stared at Ying Juantian with obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes.Ying Juantian didn't seem to feel it, he ate the sandwich she made leisurely, swallowed the last bite of the sandwich, swallowed it, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, then raised his eyes to look at her with some amusement: "The taste is okay, but the heat is a bit overcooked. The eggs don't need to be fried for so long."

"You don't have to eat it." Xuan Mozheng's face was stained with anger: "That's my breakfast. Ying Juntian, why do you eat my breakfast?"

Her craft is not good, so what?Who begged him to eat?Also: "This is my house, why are you here? Get out, I don't want to see you."

"..." Ying Juantian did not speak, but glanced at her, stood up, and took off his suit jacket.Xuan Mozheng didn't understand what he wanted to do, and took a step back: "Ying Juntian, you—"

The man had already rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen.I opened the refrigerator and took a look. There were quite a lot of ingredients in it. It could be seen that this woman has learned how to start a fire by herself now.

Taking out the bread, eggs, and bacon, Ying Juntian stood in front of the cooking counter.

"Ying Juntian, you go out." Xuan Mozheng didn't know what he wanted to do, but no matter what he wanted to do, she didn't want to see him.

Ying Juantian ignored her, put the pot on the stove, turned on the fire, poured oil, and fried eggs.Now that Xuan Mozheng understood what he was going to do, he stared blankly at the tall figure in front of the cooking table, his expression was in a trance for a moment.She never knew that Ying Juantian could also cook?
In just a few minutes, Xuan Mozheng hadn't even come to his senses.Ying Juantian has already made two new sandwiches.Put it on a plate and serve it out.

"Here, I'll take one for you, and give you two back." The sandwiches on the plate looked very well made, and the eggs sandwiched in the bread looked golden in color and looked delicious.

Xuan Mozheng looked at him again, and leaned against the dining table. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that it was Ying Juntian's breakfast.After more than three years of marriage, she has never seen him in the kitchen once.

"What? Don't eat?" Ying Juantian touched his chin: "Don't worry, it will only be better than what you made, not worse."

Xuan Mozheng was silent, just looking at his actions, he knew that he must have done it before, but why did she eat the breakfast he made?If she wanted to eat, she would naturally do it herself. Now she and him don't want to have anything to do with each other.

After gulping down the milk in the glass, Xuan Mozheng put down the glass and was about to leave the restaurant, but Ying Juntian grabbed his arm.

"How can a glass of milk be enough? Sit down and eat."

"I don't want it." Xuan Mozheng shook off his hand, with a face of resistance: "Ying Juantian, I don't want to eat cooked food, and I don't want to have anything to do with you. Do you understand?"

With a look on her face, Ying Juantian clenched her hands unconsciously, stared at her cheek for a while, and sneered: "Okay, if you don't eat, I don't mind feeding you. You can guess, I will How are you?"

Neuropathy.Xuan Mozheng took a step back and was about to leave, Ying Juantian grabbed her hand, put her Yin in front of the dining table, picked up a sandwich, put it in his mouth and took a bite, facing her mouth Feed it.

"Ying Juntian." Xuan Mozheng stepped back and looked at him in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"

They have nothing to do with each other now, what is he doing like this?
There was resistance in her eyes, looking at Ying Juantian, she hated him so much in her heart.He loathes her, despises her, doesn't want to see her.Now she left as he wished, far away, but he still refused to let her go?Could it be that in his heart, she is so unforgivable?

Ying Juantian was still holding the sandwich in his hand and swallowed the mouthful. He stared at Xuan Mozheng's face: "Eat it yourself, or let me feed it."

It's not that he didn't see the resistance in Xuan Mozheng's eyes, but he didn't notice her avoidance at all.It's rare that his young master went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her, but she dared not eat it?Who did she think she was?

Neuropathy.Xuan Mozheng didn't want to choose either, Ying Juntian sneered: "Since this is the case, it seems that you let me choose."

He was going to bite the sandwich again, as if he wanted to feed her mouth to mouth like this, Xuan Mozheng was no match for his strength, so he pushed him away: "I'll eat it myself."

That's enough.Why would she waste such a good time in the morning on this goddamn bastard man?What's even worse is why does she insist on eating breakfast made by this man?Xuan Mozheng was very angry, but he had nothing to do with Ying Juantian.

"It's right to be so obedient earlier." Ying Juantian smiled, seemingly satisfied, Xuan Mozheng looked at the sandwich on the table, without any appetite.She really didn't know when she was reduced to such a situation of being threatened by others.Or did he hate himself for threatening him before, so now he repays her in such a shameless way?
She didn't move, Ying Juantian was still waiting for her to finish her breakfast.In terms of his appetite, a sandwich is not enough.So the one he was holding in his hand, he bit slowly, bite by bite.

Xuan Mozheng stretched out his hand very slowly, looking at the sandwich, he felt the urge to kill Ying Juantian ten thousand times in his heart.How far will this bastard man push her to let her go?

"Ding dong", the doorbell rang, and Xuan Mozheng quickly withdrew her outstretched hand, completely ignoring Ying Juntian, and quickly ran to open the door. The ringtone at this time was like the sound of nature to her.

"Good morning." The one standing outside the door turned out to be Fran, with a big bag in his hand, looking at Xuan Mozheng: "Dear Xuan, good morning, I said yesterday to pick you up for work. I am coming."

"Fran?" Xuan Mozheng didn't expect what he said was true.Thinking of the other man in the house, she already had a decision in her mind: "Morning."

"Morning." He picked up the paper bag in his hand and handed it to Xuan Mozheng: "I also brought you breakfast. You should like it."

"Fran?" Xuan Mozheng glanced worriedly and found that Ying Juantian did not come out, which made her somewhat relieved, otherwise she was really afraid that Ying Juntian would rush out and talk nonsense in front of Fran I am even more afraid that he will not be able to restrain himself from attacking Fran, after all, that is exactly what Ying Juantian would do: "Wait for me."

She turned around and went to the entrance to get her bag, without looking inside at all, quickly took the bag out, closed the door, and walked to the front first: "Let's go, I'll have breakfast on the way."

"Xuan, it's still early, we won't be late." Fran hurried to follow, a little confused why she left in such a hurry.

"I know." Xuan Mozheng took his hand and walked towards his parking place, his steps were as fast as fleeing: "However, I forgot a surgery plan yesterday and haven't written it yet, so—"

"OK. No problem. Let's go." Fran didn't think much about it. For him, Xuan Mozheng agreed to go out with him yesterday, and agreed to let him pick her up early this morning.It was really a beautiful day.

Xuan Mozheng didn't feel relieved until he got into the car, and looked at his room from the corner of his eye.Ying Juantian didn't chase him out, she was relieved.

"Xuan, what's the matter with you?" Fran felt that she was unusual at this time, and gave her a worried look.

"I'm fine." Xuan Mozheng smiled, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart: "Let's go."

"Okay." Fran nodded, and handed the bag in his hand to Xuan Mozheng: "Xuan, eat your breakfast. It should be good."

"Thank you." Xuan Mozheng opened the bag and took a look, only to find that the breakfast was soy milk and fried dough sticks?She had to look at Fran in surprise: "You know soy milk and fried dough sticks?"

"Yes. I checked the information on the Internet last night because of the chopsticks you mentioned, and found that you Chinese like to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks in the morning. Then I got up early today and went to China Town to buy. I don't If you know whether the taste is authentic or not, you can try it."

"Fran—" Xuan Mozheng bit her lip, feeling a little delicate.Apart from her family, her thoughts have been on Ying Juantian these years.But it was the first time that such a person would think about her preferences, and even get up early in the morning to buy it for her.

Although it was just a breakfast, it moved her very much.

"You don't have to be too touched." Fran said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Xuan, I like you, and I just hope you like me too. But it's not because of being moved. Do you understand?"

He hoped that she would accept him because she liked him, not because of a touch.Xuan Mozheng understood what he meant, but felt even deeper.Fran is really a very pure minded person.She was ashamed of herself.

I opened the bag, and there were disposable gloves inside. I picked up the fried dough sticks and took a bite. The taste was authentic.

"How is it? Not bad?" Fran said with a face full of credit: "I tasted it specially, and it tastes really good. No wonder you Chinese like to eat this."

(End of this chapter)