After rebirth, Yan Shao can't climb high

Jing Wanwan glanced at Yan Tingjue, "I hope you like him."

"..."

She accelerated down the stairs, "Then you two love each other, and I have nothing to do with you. How easy it is for me."

After entering the kitchen, Yan Tingjue was very upset about what she said just now.

"I have nothing to do with Feng Liexing as you think."

"What kind of thing? Basic love?"

"It's just a simple friend. He and I are both normal and don't like men."

Jing Wanwan glanced over at him from head to toe.

"To be honest, you two are so good, it's a beautiful thing to like each other, and you won't be laughed at."

Yan Tingjue's expression was gloomy, "He and I are really innocent!"

Jing Wanwan took a cabbage from the refrigerator, put it in the basket and handed it to him.

"Tear it by hand, tear it piece by piece, and the size is even."

"You want shredded cabbage?"

"Ah."

Yan Tingjue tore the cabbage seriously.

See her massage the chicken like a curious baby.

"Why massage a dead creature?"

"It's delicious like this."

"I don't quite understand this behavior."

"A good massage is like using emotions. If you use emotional cultivation, you will be rewarded."

"A dead thing, what return can it bring?"

"A delicious reward!"

The corner of Yan Tingjue's mouth twitched, "Cooking is quite annoying."

"Are you annoying? Then some people even learn crafts on purpose."

"I learn to cook because I don't want you to always work hard for me."

Jing Wanwan pursed her lips, "I didn't even want to cook for you."

"When we get married in the future, there will always be..."

"Shut up!" She glared, "I don't want to marry you now!"

"In the future, there will always be such a day."

"Who gave you confidence?"

"Your youth."

Their eyes met, Jing Wanwan's ears turned red, and the hand massaging the chicken became stiff.

After Yan Tingjue finished tearing the cabbage, he pulled her hand out of the basin.

"I'll give you a massage, you can do something else."

"It will smell like chicken, aren't you a clean freak?"

Yan Tingjue blinked, "Cleanliness is a cover."

"Cleanliness is also a cover? Yan Tingjue, how many lies have you told?"

"Don't talk about cleanliness, there will be more inexplicable women pounced on me."

"..."

"I annoy them."

Jing Wanwan didn't want to talk to him any more, so she started cooking with cooking oil.

Yan Tingjue watched carefully from the side, thinking that in the future, he would follow her instructions and try to make the dishes he cooked have her taste.

A few dishes and a soup were ready, Jing Wanwan wrapped up a portion first, seeing Yan Tingjue was watching eagerly, she took a pair of bowls and chopsticks and handed them over.

"you eat."

"You don't eat?"

"I'll take a break."

Yan Tingjue put down the bowl and chopsticks and sat down with her.

"I'll wait for you to eat together."

"From the moment I cook, your eyes tell you that you are very hungry."

"I'm greedy for your cooking."

"Then you are not hungry, go and deliver food to Brother Lie Xing first."

"Okay." Yan Tingjue was unwilling, but did not refuse.

Carrying the lunch box bag, he walked out, and called Zhou Shen as soon as he left Jing's house.

"You put a meal at my house, come over and give it to Feng Liexing."

"Mr. Yan, do you want to deliver food to Mr. Feng?"

"Do not talk nonsense!"

"Okay, I'll come right over."

Yan Tingjue took the lunch box home and ran back to Jing's kitchen.

Jing Wanwan was sitting at the table in a daze when she heard footsteps and looked over.

"Is it delivered to brother Lie Xing so quickly?"

"I ran into Special Assistant Zhou and asked him to deliver it."

"Oh." Jing Wanwan could imagine him ordering Zhou Shen, and didn't bother to expose it.

Zhou Shen brought the food to Feng Liexing's ward, and argued with Nan Chen again.

Feng Liexing found an excuse to push Nan Chen away, "Zhou Tezhu, sit down."

"I won't sit down anymore, this is the meal that Mr. Yan asked me to bring."

Feng Liexing's expression turned cold, "It's not enough to eat him."

"Recently, Mr. Yan will practice cooking at home at night, and his craftsmanship is quite exquisite."

"You have been with him for so long, how many times have you been his guinea pig, and you will be so easily satisfied?"

Zhou Shen was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Feng, are you so hostile to Mr. Yan now?"

Feng Liexing sneered, "You think too much, I'm just telling the truth."

He sat up with support, and helped the small table on the hospital bed by himself.

Said to Zhou Shen: "Please open it for me."

"Ok."

Feng Liexing took a bite of the dish, "This cannot be made by Jue."

"I didn't say it was the dishes made by our banquet boss?"

"Wan Wan made it?"

"should be."

Feng Liexing glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was so early, and the two of them stayed together, so he couldn't help but think about it.

Zhou Shen kept staring at him, and said cautiously: "President Feng, Miss Jing regards you as a friend and cares about you very much."

Feng Liexing remained silent.

"President Feng, as long as you let go of that thought, everything can go back to the beginning."

"Are you afraid that I will rob Xiaowan?"

"Hehe, Mr. Feng, you are joking. Even if I am worried about you, I am still very worried about our president's wife."

"Really?" Feng Liexing curled his lips into a smile, "Being friends, I hope Jue's wish will come true."

"Boss Feng can think so..."

"However, just because your wish comes true doesn't mean you can really get what you want."

Jing Wanwan didn't want to ride in the same car with Yan Tingjue, so she left first in the sports car given by her second brother.

Yan Tingjue resigned to his fate and drove his own car to follow, knowing that she could not be forced, and followed her as much as possible.

Along the way, the car music sang lyrical songs, with a little sadness.

When she arrived in the city center, she planned to play a lively song, but suddenly a car bumped into her head.

Everything happened so fast that no one could react.

Jing Wanwan was thrown out of the sports car and hit the ground heavily.

Yan Tingjue's face was ashen, he didn't know how he stopped the car, got out of the car and ran towards the girl on the ground.

The accident caused traffic congestion, and the surrounding car owners gathered around to watch the show.

Yan Tingjue shook his hands to touch the phone, but his hands didn't listen.

Seeing Jing Wanwan lying there, the ground against the back of his head showing bright red, he shouted: "Call an ambulance, call an ambulance for me!"

The onlookers called an ambulance for him, and some called the police.

Yan Tingjue turned his eyes to the car that bumped into Jing Wan Wan's car head-on, and saw a middle-aged man sitting inside from the broken windshield.

He clenched his fist and was about to go over, but he tugged on his trouser leg with a very small force.

He looked down, and saw Jing Wanwan's eyes were half-loose, showing him a weak but sincere smile.

"Yan Tingjue, I really, did not betray you."

Yan Tingjue was at a loss for a moment, and suddenly saw a silver butterfly flying out of Jing Wanwan's body.

The silver butterfly flew to her head, as if anxious and annoyed about what to do.

He squatted down and stretched out his hand to grab the silver butterfly, fearing it might be some kind of monster.

For example, the soul-inducing Hell Messenger...

But just as his hand was about to touch the silver butterfly, it passed through.

"you listen to me……"

Jing Wanwan's slack eyes tried to focus, looking at Yan Tingjue.

At the moment of the car accident, her mind was fixed on what happened before she died.