Chapter 198

Seeing him coming back, song Yan quickly set the table. Then she ran to him, took his coat and said respectfully, "Mr. Duan, you are back. You can have dinner."

Duan Chenhao looked at her for some unknown reasons. After he asked her to be a maid for him, she didn't seem to give him a good face. Today, she even showed great respect to him. It really surprised him. Her face changing speed was really fast.

"I'm rather picky about food." He said haughtily, walking to the dining table, it was a simple three dishes and one soup. Although the dishes were simple, they made him feel inexplicable warmth.

"Mr. Duan, please try my cooking skills before you make a final conclusion. If you think my cooking is not to your taste after you try, then you have to ask someone else." Song Yan a face of light smile, delicate face no half of fear, some just calm.

Duan Chenhao just coldly glanced at her, did not speak, eyes motioned her to install Soup for herself.

Song Yan immediately understood his meaning and helped him to fill a bowl of soup, "please enjoy it."

After that, song Yan goes to one side and looks like a maid.

Duan Chenhao wondered why she didn't sit down to eat together, but he wouldn't ask her to eat together. Who let her be Li Qingyu's woman, he would not treat her well.

No, he did the most stupid thing in the world, that is, he saved her. If he let her drown in the sea at that time, wouldn't it be better to stimulate Li Qingyu with this thing?

Oh, he is too kind after all.

Thinking about this, he picked up one of the dishes and suddenly stopped.

It's the taste he wants.

In his memory, the food his mother cooked was just like this, which made him miss it very much, and his feelings became complicated.

Song Yan noticed that he stopped suddenly. His face was cold. Just looking at it, she felt that he didn't like the food she cooked.

Soon, she saw him take a sip of the soup with the same expression as before.

This time, song Yan is sure that he doesn't like her cooking, so her expression is so ugly.

Forget it, her cooking is just like this. If he doesn't like it, she can only be skillful. In a word, she won't change her cooking for him.

However, something unexpected happened to her. She thought he didn't like his own cooking, but he ate it all.

It's just amazing what this is.

"Why don't you come and clean up the table?" Duan Chenhao's expression is still indifferent, but he doesn't have a word to dislike song Yan's cooking skills, and then goes directly upstairs.

Songyan with don't understand clear table, in short, he didn't say what dislike words, then she according to their own practice.

After clearing the table, song Yan heats him a cup of milk and brings it to his study.

"I don't drink milk." Duan Chenhao saw the milk she brought to him, and his face was disgusted.

"Benefactor, what would you like to drink?" Song Yan asked with a good temper.

"I want coffee." Duan Chenhao coldly ordered, "go and make me coffee right away."

Song Yan stood still, obviously didn't want to make him any coffee, "Mr. Duan, I don't think you are suitable for coffee."

Duan Chenhao

What makes her think so?

"Your assistant has shown me all your relevant information. I know you have heart disease. Drinking coffee is not good for your health, so for your own health, you must pay attention to your diet."

Song Yan explained.

Duan Chenhao's mouth smoked, think this woman tube is too wide, he wants to get angry with her, but still hold back.

"You're just my maid."

"I know my identity, so you don't need to emphasize it, but what I just said is just for your health. If you insist on drinking coffee, I'll make it for you right now."

The body is his own. Whether he should cherish it or not is his own business. Anyway, it has nothing to do with her.

"You..." Duan Chenhao is so angry that he can't speak. He stares at her fiercely, "get out of here!"

Hearing this, song Yan immediately left his study and went back to her room.

As soon as she got back to her room, she took a hot bath and then sat down on the bed. Suddenly, she felt empty. On such a foreign night, she missed Li Qingyu and xiaobaozi very much. She didn't know how they were after she left. Did she miss her very much?

It's a pity that her mobile phone has dropped. It's no good to want to have a look at their photos and miss them. Now Duan Chenhao is confined in such a place. She wants to go back and have a look at them secretly.

She curled up on the bed, tears quietly from the corner of her eyes.She must find a way to go back to Li Qingyu, and she must also find out the real reason why Duan Chenhao prohibited her from contacting with the outside world.

She thinks that section of Chen Hao sometimes seems to be a bit sinister, as if planning something.

On the same night, Li Qingyu stood in front of the French window with a glass of wine in his hand. He looked at the night sky out of the window with some wistful eyes. Although he now learned that song Yan was still alive, he still couldn't find where she was.

Fan Ming seems to have checked the records of all the major hospitals, but there is no sign of song Yan staying.

In other words, song Yan checked in, but what she registered at that time was not her real name. Another possibility is that someone deliberately blocked things about her.

Therefore, he is sure that the person who saved song Yan must be an unusual person. It is very likely that he has a special relationship with him.

It's just that there are too many people who have a holiday with him, and he doesn't know who others are, so it's as hard as looking for a needle in a haystack to find out where song Yan is.

He really hopes that song Yan can give him a hint, even if he can contact him secretly.

Looking up and drinking the wine in the cup, my heart is full of bitterness.

"Xiaorou, where are you? Come back quickly, OK? I really miss you

"Dad." Baozi patted on the door outside.

After hearing this, Li Qingyu immediately went to open the door, looked down at his tearful son, squatted down in front of him and asked, "what's the matter with you?"

"I think it's numb." "When will she come back?" said the little bun in a low voice