The president is sick and the wife has medicine

He once thought so too, but Ling Xiaohan gave him absolute hope and the determination to heal his legs.

A person who can't stand up, a person who can't walk an inch, to live in this world, what he has to bear is not only the criticism of others, but also the belief in living.

And Ling Xiaohan strengthened his belief.

Monk manor.

When Liu Yan saw that Ling Xiaohan came in with Chu Jingyun, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes.

She knew that the young master didn't have much time left, these days she must cook more delicious food for the young master, and she must also pay more attention to the young master.

Why does the man she likes not live long?

Every time Liu Yan thinks of this, her heart aches unceasingly.

She fell in love with the young master when he was 20 years old. Now eight years have passed, and her heart has always belonged to the young master, completely occupied by the young master.

She couldn't just leave this world with someone she liked so much.

And the young master is such a good person.

All of this... is because of Ling Xiaohan's mother!
Thinking of this, Liu Yan still felt itchy with hatred.

Why did Han Wenjing have the heart to poison such a good young master?
This Han Wenjing has no heart, this kind of thing is simply too cruel.

However, Liu Yan had no choice but to walk over with a smile, because Chu Jingyun was still there.

"Young master, you are back. The kitchen has made soup for you. Would you like me to serve you a bowl?"

Chu Jingyun glanced at Liu Yan, and waved his hand lightly: "No need."

But Ling Xiaohan turned to look at Liu Yan: "You serve me a bowl and bring it to my room."

When Liu Yan heard this, she immediately frowned in dissatisfaction: "Ling Xiaohan, the torment is for the young master, not for you, why should I send it to you personally?"

It's really shameless, I really regard myself as the hostess of this family.

Still want her to serve her?

What a daydream.

At this moment, Chu Jingyun's face suddenly became gloomy, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Liu Yan, what did you say?"

"Master, the soup in this kitchen was originally ordered by Da Furen to cook for you. It is your favorite black-bone chicken soup, but it was not prepared for her."

After speaking, Liu Yan gave Ling Xiaohan a cold look.

This woman really takes herself too seriously, Ling Xiaohan probably doesn't even deserve a sip of this stewed black-bone chicken soup.

"Liu Yan, since Ling Xiaohan wants to drink, go get her a bowl." Chu Jingyun ordered coldly.

"But……"

"What's the point? But if you're asked to do it, just do it. Ling Xiaohan just wants to drink a bowl of soup, why not give it?"

After finishing speaking, Chu Jingyun couldn't help reminding her: "Liu Yan, don't forget your identity! In the future, Ling Xiaohan, whatever you do, you can just do it. What Ling Xiaohan said is equivalent to what I said. if."

Liu Yan really wanted to refute, but she didn't dare to refute, she was really unconvinced.

Why?
Why should she listen to what Ling Xiaohan said?What is Ling Xiaohan?Can it be compared with the young master?
I really don't know what's wrong with the young master, that he is so protective of Ling Xiaohan.

"Okay, Liu Yan, hurry up and get some soup and bring it to me, what are you doing here?" Ling Xiaohan made a grimace at Lu Qianyi.

She liked what Chu Jingyun said just now.

Liu Yan's heart was simmering, and she really wanted to slap Ling Xiaohan on the face.

It was because the young master didn't have much time, so she wanted to make some of the things that the young master loved to eat, but in the end it was all for nothing for Ling Xiaohan, a dead woman!
Liu Yan became angry when she thought about it, and when she left, she was so angry that she felt uncomfortable no matter how she thought about it.

She went to the kitchen and served Ling Xiaohan a bowl of soup unconvinced. She was unhappy no matter how she looked at it, her eyes suddenly caught a bag of salt in front of her, and a gleam flashed in her eyes.

Very good, since this is what Ling Xiaohan insisted on drinking, it's no wonder she's drinking it.

The black-bone chicken soup she spent an afternoon cooking for the young master couldn't be delivered to Ling Xiaohan's stomach no matter what. If Ling Xiaohan wanted to drink it, he could boil it by himself. Ling Xiaohan drink?

Liu Yan picked up the salt bag and sprinkled a large amount of salt into the bowl. After mixing evenly, Liu Yan immediately felt much better.

Ling Xiaohan did this on his own accord, who made her make such unreasonable demands on her?
Liu Yan suppressed the sinister smile on her face, and went up with the bowl.

Opening the door of the study, she saw that the young master was still teaching Ling Xiaohan how to write as usual.

I really don't know what to teach, Ling Xiaohan can't even write, he can be regarded as illiterate, now that there are very few illiterates at this time, doesn't Ling Xiaohan feel ashamed at all?

However, the Eldest Young Master is always very gentle and patient every time he teaches Ling Xiaohan.

She feels uncomfortable every time she looks at it
The young master is just too kind to Ling Xiaohan.

She felt that no woman would dislike the young master after getting along with him.

Ling Xiaohan must have fallen in love with the young master, so he took the opportunity to practice calligraphy just to get in touch with his young master.

This Ling Xiaohan's scheming is really too deep.

Liu Yan went in with the bowl, but she had to put on a respectful attitude: "Ling Xiaohan, the soup is here."

Ling Xiaohan put down the pen in his hand, picked up the bowl, and filled a spoonful with a spoon.

Liu Yan thought that Ling Xiaohan was about to drink, so she still watched from the side, wanting to see her embarrassed appearance.

But he didn't expect that the first thing Ling Xiaohan did after filling a spoonful of soup was to hand it to Chu Jingyun's mouth.

Her movements were skillful as if it was not the first time she was feeding Dong Haoxuan.

Liu Yan watched anxiously. Seeing the spoonful of soup fall into the young master's mouth, her heart rose to her throat, but she didn't dare to say anything. If she really said something, wouldn't she be exposing herself?
So Liu Yan didn't dare to say a word.

But Chu Jingyun drank the soup, and the next second, Chu Jingyun frowned fiercely, and spit the soup into the trash can at his feet.

After Ling Xiaohan looked at it, he immediately questioned Liu Yan: "Liu Yan? What's the matter? Are you afraid that you have poisoned this soup?"

"No!" Liu Yan quickly shook her head to explain.

Chu Jingyun glanced at Liu Yan lightly: "What's the matter? Is this the soup you made? Why does it taste so bad? Did you put too much salt?"

Liu Yan pretended to be ignorant, and hurriedly explained: "Young master, it's okay, I'll get you another bowl, I must have put too much salt in the seasoning just now."

She never thought that Ling Xiaohan would directly feed the eldest young master, otherwise she would not have done so.

This Ling Xiaohan... must have done it on purpose.

It's just too much.

"No need." Chu Jingyun waved his hand lightly, "Can such a small matter be done well?"