Passionate Devotion

Chapter 1762 Chapter 1805 The man who can't talk about love 4

When Xing Luo woke up, he had already arrived at Leng's Manor.

She moved her body, feeling a foot pressed against her body, it was very heavy, she wanted to push away, accidentally alarmed Leng Ye Su.

In the dark night, the breath of a man came over, and Leng Ye looked at her for a moment, and immediately hugged her tumultuous body.

The action was as domineering as ever, and added a bit of fear, as if he was in fear of losing at any time.

Xingluo opened her eyes, and as the warm light of the bedside lamp lit up, her eyes met a pair of deep black eyes. Xingluo was stunned, then looked around again, making sure that she was not in the hospital, but in the In his room.

After a pause, my red lips moved, with some joy: "It's dead, that's what it looks like? Lying in the arms of my favorite man, sleeping on his bed, surrounded by his breath, what good did I do in my lifetime I thought I will go down to eighteen levels of **** when I die."

"What are you going to die for? Where does the king dare to accept you?" Leng Yesu's tone was nervous, excited, and somewhat hoarse, stroking her face lightly: "How do you feel? Tell me, does the body hurt?"

In the latter sentence, the voice is very soft and gentle, which is not his style.

Xing Luo blinked, because of his gentleness, his heart felt a little warmer.

But if she is not dead, shouldn't she be in the hospital at this time? How could she be in his room without a respirator and no needles in her hand? Did she have been in a coma for a long time?

Ten days or half a month?

Otherwise, she should not be discharged from the hospital.

"Ye Ming, what's the date today?"

"Don't ask this first, tell me, how do you feel now, does it hurt?"

"Uh... it should hurt..."

Leng Yeyan breathed tightly: "Where does it hurt?" Didn't Ji Yiming say that she was completely healed?

He checked her body and there were no wounds.

"It hurts everywhere, Ye Ming, am I really not dead?"

damn it! Ji Yiming lied to him?

He immediately turned over and got out of bed, and before calling Ji Yiming, he made sure again: "Feel it for yourself, where is the pain, the heart or where?"

Xingluo moved her body cautiously, feeling that the pain was instinctively subconscious, but when she was completely awake, she found that there was no discomfort in her body. She moved her neck bones and found that there was no pain anywhere.

She shook her head: "It doesn't seem to hurt. Am I still getting anesthesia?"

Leng Yezhu lifted the heart in his throat and instantly fell back to the original point.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" After Leng Yeyu finished speaking, he immediately muttered to himself: "I know what you want to eat. Just lie down and wait for me for ten minutes, and you will have something to eat right away."

After Leng Yeyan finished speaking, he strode out.

He came to the kitchen, rummaged through boxes and cabinets. He turned over the rice noodles at home. He was busy in the kitchen alone. His tall body was unusually eye-catching. Where did the chef at home have seen him cook in person, "Master, what do you want to eat? Just fine."

"No, you go to bed so late!"

"But Master—"

"Get out!"

Leng Ye's voice, as always, could not hold his beak, the chef could only nod his head and stepped out.

The chef looked back as she walked out. After being a chef here for so many years, it was the first time she discovered that the young master would cook. He didn't seem to pretend, but it was like that.

"Aunt Wang, what is Ye Ming doing in the kitchen?" Mama Leng put on her pajamas and went downstairs to pour water.

"Report Madam, Master is cooking."

"Naughty, where does he cook?"

But the chef didn't dare to say anything because the young master was very good at it.

(End of this chapter)