Chapter 342 What's wrong with the taste

Lin Wan Bai turned off the fire, and stored all his noodles in the insulating lunchbox.

In the living room, Sang Xiao Yu had long since gone back to his room with her tail between her legs. Only Huo Chang Yuan stood alone in front of the window with his back to the window, the light lingered around him.

Lin Wan Bai carried insulating lunchbox and walked over, "Uh, the noodles are ready!"

"You've worked hard." Huo Chang Yuan reached out to take it.

Even with the lid on, the fragrance of the noodles wafted straight up his nose.

"No …" Lin Wan Bai shook his head.

Huo Chang Yuan looked at her with deep eyes and said, "Dou Dou will remove the thread next week, I'm afraid that he will be scared, at that time, can you come and accompany him?"

"Will the stitches be removed next week?" Lin Wan Bai asked.

"Yes." Huo Chang Yuan nodded.

Although he was very strict with the little bun, he had protected him very well. He had never been sick or injured before and had stayed in the hospital. Furthermore, the little bun had been in a comatose state and had undergone an operation.

"Sure, sure." Lin Wan Bai did not refuse.

Although she still had her best friend, being alone in the same space like this, especially when his big and tall figure enveloped her, she still felt very uncomfortable. She licked her lips and said, "Huo Chang Yuan, you should hurry and give it to Dou Dou.

Huo Chang Yuan indifferently answered with a "En", then carried the insulating lunchbox and walked towards the profound entrance.

Lin Wan Bai silently followed behind him. When he walked out of the anti-theft door with his long legs, he was still unable to hold back from shouting.

"Huo Chang Yuan!"

Huo Chang Yuan stopped in his tracks and turned around to face her.

Both of Lin Wan Bai's hands were clasped behind him, and he lifted his eyes to look right into Yun Che's eyes, "I've found out everything about Lin Yao Yao …"

"Thank you."

When she first found out about this, he was still in a state of amnesia, so she couldn't thank him. Now she felt that she should thank him in person.

Huo Chang Yuan's Adam's apple moved, "You're welcome."

"You …" Lin Wan Bai bit her lips.

Why did you do that?

"Why?" Huo Chang Yuan slightly raised his brows.

Lin Wan Bai opened her mouth, but the words that she wanted to say were swallowed into her mouth in the end. She shook her head, "I'm fine."

The city's night was lit up by neon lights. After the white Land Rover drove away from the apartment building, it did not head straight for private hospital. Instead, it got off the viaduct and stopped in front of the restaurant.

Huo Chang Yuan turned off the engine and undid his seat belt. He did not have the intention to get off.

He picked up the insulating lunchbox that was placed on the passenger seat, opened its lid, and felt the hot air on his face. His stomach was already in turmoil.

Taking out his chopsticks, Huo Chang Yuan immediately lowered his head and started eating in the car.

For a moment, the interior of the carriage was filled with the fragrance of noodles as well as the sound of noodles being sucked.

Fifteen minutes later, Huo Chang Yuan was leaning with one leg on the carriage, holding a burning cigarette in his hand. Every time he exhaled deeply, the smoke would disperse from his mouth and nose, before being blown away by the night wind.

In the dining hall, a waiter ran out with a insulating lunchbox, "Sir, your noodles are ready! It was cooked according to your instructions. Furthermore, there were slices of corn sausages in it! "

"Yes." Huo Chang Yuan threw the cigarette on the ground.

After extinguishing it with his leather shoes, he picked it up and threw it into the dustbin, then extended his hand to take it.

When the waiter took Qian Yuan back to the restaurant, the white Land Rover that had been parked by the side of the road also took off.

"Ding!"

The doors of the hospital building slowly opened.

At this time, it was relatively quiet. Huo Chang Yuan pushed open the door to the ward, and sure enough, the little bun who was on the sickbed immediately sat up, and called out to him in excitement, "Dung!"

Huo Chang Yuan put one hand in his pocket and slowly walked over.

After the little bun finished calling out to him, his eyes never left the insulating lunchbox in his hands.

"Baby wants to eat!" He couldn't wait any longer, so he shouted.

"Yes." Huo Chang Yuan bit his lips, and handed over the opened lunchbox.

Without his help, the little bun had already hugged himself. He picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the noodles into his mouth. After taking two bites, he frowned, "It's not this taste!"

"Why not?" Huo Chang Yuan glanced over.

"Delicious noodles, better than this!" The little bun was still frowning as he spoke in a muffled voice.

The corner of Huo Chang Yuan's mouth twitched, "This is the noodles she cooked!"

The little bun pursed his lips with an expression of disbelief.

"I saw her cook it for you." Huo Chang Yuan crossed her long legs and pointed to her son's embrace in all seriousness, "Look at this insulating lunchbox, does it not belong to her?"

Hearing that, the little bun raised the insulating lunchbox and touched it, looking at it.

insulating lunchbox s were not wrong. Previously, every time he brought the noodles, it would use it to store them. However, the taste was different from what was made of the noodles.

As if he had seen through his son's thoughts, Huo Chang Yuan lightly bit her lips, "It might be too late today, she's a bit tired, so it's possible that she's used up all her energy and cooked badly. If you don't want to eat it, then forget it! "

When the little bun heard this, he foolishly nodded his head and believed it. He once again began to stuffily eat.

Huo Chang Yuan retracted his gaze, and at the same time covered the craftiness at the bottom of his eyes.

After finally finishing all the noodles, the little bun covered his bulging belly and burped out with his mouth wide open.

Baby is so conflicted...

I keep getting the feeling that something is wrong with the taste...

After washing up, Huo Chang Yuan carried his son back to the sickbed and pulled over the blanket, "It's getting late, go to sleep!"

"But baby wants to sleep ~"

The little bun blinked his big eyes and said softly.

Huo Chang Yuan snorted, "Didn't you just finish eating her noodles?"

"But if you want to see it, if you want to talk to it, why do you want to hug it?" When he said the last sentence, the little bun seemed a little embarrassed. His little face was flushed red from shyness.

Whoosh …

Huo Chang Yuan listened to his son's childish voice, and repeated these two words again and again. He wished that they would always be on his lips.

Hehe, from a certain point of view, they are indeed father and son!

The little bun suddenly called out to him, "Dung."

Huo Chang Yuan lowered his eyebrows, his son's small body was lying under the blanket, the bandage covering his head was not as shocking as before, but it was still very eye-catching, and his pink, jade-like face looked even more lovable.

His large eyes that were like black grapes blinked as he cautiously asked, "Wan Wen wouldn't dislike babies, right?"

Huo Chang Yuan's throat moved up and down.

He knew that his son was missing Lin Wan Bai, and his reliance on her was growing stronger and stronger.

Huo Chang Yuan bent over and caressed the little bun's white and tender face, "Wanting to meet with you is very easy. Tomorrow, as long as I'm not here, you can call her and she'll probably come see you."