She turned on the wall lamp at the door. Under the gentle orange light, the man leaned pale on the head of the bed, pressing his stomach with his hand and tightening his eyebrows tightly.

Stomach trouble?

Ye Qingning's face added a touch of anxiety: "Mr. Lin, what's the matter with you? Are you sick? Do you want to see a doctor? "

Lin bandit Yan was pale with a face, and said in a deep voice: "stomach ache, there is medicine in the medicine box, go and get it quickly!"

Ye Qingning nodded like pounding garlic: "where is the medicine box? I'll go at once

"Study."

Ye Qingning should be under, with the fastest speed out of the door, and then take the elevator downstairs.

The bowl of wonton on the desk in the study did not move at all.

With a slight sigh, ye Qingning took the medicine and a new cup. Then he went back to Lin's room without stopping.

She poured the warm water and handed the medicine over: "here comes the medicine."

Lin then swallowed two pieces of stomach medicine with warm water and drank the rest of the water. Then he handed the cup back to Ye Qingning.

"If you have a stomachache, it's not right to take medicine alone. I'll make porridge for you. You should lie down and have a rest first." The concern between Ye Qingning's eyebrows and eyes is very sincere: "come back soon."

At the end of the speech, she didn't give Lin bandit the chance to refuse, and ran downstairs.

Lin Fei Yan looked at her back, raised his hand to his lips and thought for a moment. He couldn't figure out what she wanted to do.

Her behavior in these two days is quite different from the rumor.

Is it awe and his majesty?

The bandit Lin said coldly. In any case, she was wise!

About half an hour later, the burning sensation in Lin's stomach was reduced by more than half, and ye Qingning finally went upstairs with jujube millet porridge.

As soon as you enter the door, you will find the fragrant porridge, which is very pleasant.

"Here comes the porridge." Ye Qingning graciously brought the porridge to Lin bandit Yan: "it's already cold. You can drink it now."

Bandit Lin was not polite. He took the porridge and tasted it.

The strong fragrance of millet porridge and the sweetness of red dates easily aroused his appetite.

But a few minutes later, a bowl of millet porridge came into my stomach.

Seeing that he still had more than enough, ye Qingning went downstairs and served him a bowl.

Probably trotting down again, her forehead loomed with fine beads of sweat.

When Lin Ziyan took the bowl, he inadvertently faced her four eyes, but found that there was only pure concern in her eyes.

A strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. He staggered his eyes and soon saw the bottom of a bowl of porridge.

"Almost." Ye Qingning very gently advised: "if the stomach is bad, you can't overeat. If you want to eat, I'll cook it for you in the morning."

Although the emotion between the eyebrows and eyes was very weak, the indifference on his face was reduced.

Ye Qingning is happy next time. It seems that timely care can really improve her liking.

Put the bowl aside, ye Qingning helped Lin lie down: "you go to sleep first, I'll guard you for a while, I'll leave when I'm sure there's no problem."

The discomfort of the stomach weakened and the drowsiness gradually came. Lin didn't bother to take care of her. He closed his eyes and fell asleep for a moment.

Ye Qingning directly sat cross legged on the carpet beside his bed. The man's sharp and angular face was not sharp in the daytime. It was very pleasing to the eye.

She then found that the man's terrible should be that pair of eyes.

That pair of eyes stained with many injustice and deep indifference in the world are full of vigilance and indifference to the people and things around.

The light in the eyes is deep, like a cold pool in the mountains, mixed with cold and evil that can't be seen in the end.

It's hard to look directly at.

But when his oppressive eyes were closed and his long eyelashes were covered at the moment, there was a touch of pity on him.

Let Ye Qingning's heart can't help a touch of tenderness.

She found a comfortable position lying on the man's bed, while enjoying the man's beauty, while resisting doze.

I didn't expect to fall asleep.