Mr. He’s Daily Affections

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Su Zhixi was awakened by the voice and looked at him blankly. Only then did she realize that Ning Yichen's face was unusually ugly.

What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Su Zhixi couldn't help but ask.

Ning Yichen reluctantly shook his head: I'm fine...

My body is very cold, but there seems to be a fire burning in my chest, as if I am sick, but I don't seem to be...

A strange burning sensation suddenly rose in my lower abdomen...

Ning Yichen immediately recalled the smell of the incense in Su Lianxi's room. She must have done something!

Thinking of this, he felt ashamed and angry, and a strange flush appeared on his face.

Su Zhixi didn't know why. She thought he was feeling uncomfortable because he had just been caught in the rain. She looked around the table and didn't see anything suitable for the patient to eat. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed: I asked Uncle Li to send someone to take you there. Hospital, right?

No need... Ning Yichen smiled hoarsely.

Maybe this was his only chance to have dinner with her. How could he be willing to leave just like that? Even though he was desperate, he still wanted to leave something worth remembering...

Su Zhixi frowned: There is no hot water...

Ning Yichen looked at her still pale face greedily. He liked to see her worried about him, although she might just be polite.

I'll just eat this... Ning Yichen suddenly felt an appetite when he saw the bowl of white and tender beancurd. He reached out and put it in front of him, This is hot.

Su Zhixi's lips moved, as if she wanted to stop him, but in the end she didn't say anything, just a soft hmm.

Since He Jingyao is not here, this bowl of tofu pudding is a waste...

She thought so, but why was she still so uncomfortable in her heart, so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe.

It turns out that she is not as generous as she thought, she cares, she cares to death! She cares about his broken appointment and that he is sitting with Ye Shutong at this time!

At the same time, she couldn't restrain her fear.

Maybe we are just talking about work now, but what about the future? Ye Shutong can introduce Mr. President to him, so she has enough opportunities to meet He Jingyao and has enough bargaining chips to make He Jingyao value her.

And all she can do is make a bowl of bean curd.

She told herself that Jingyao was not that kind of person. He was so proud in his bones, so how could he empathize with Ye Shutong for these reasons?

But with the bloody facts before her eyes, Su Zhixi didn't even have the chance to deceive herself.

Thinking of this, Su Zhixi suddenly felt that she could no longer hold the knife and fork.

Ning Yichen picked up a spoon and took a spoonful of tofu pudding and put it into his mouth. The sweet taste made his eyes light up.

Then he suddenly realized that this was a Western restaurant, how could there be beancurd? unless……

He looked at Su Zhixi's dazed face and blurted out involuntarily: Zhixi, did you make this bowl of tofu curd?

Su Zhixi raised her head, and there seemed to be a trace of pain in her eyes.

It's not delicious, don't dislike it. She forced a smile and suddenly felt that He Jingyao didn't get a better meal. He must not be used to such snacks anyway.

Ning Yichen smiled mockingly: Did you do it for He Jingyao?

Su Zhixi lowered her eyes and said nothing.

But it doesn't matter. He scooped another spoonful and smiled slightly, It's delicious, I like it very much.

No matter who she planned to cook it for in the first place, he would be the one to eat it in the end, right?

Su Zhixi still didn't speak, but looked out the window in a daze.

Perhaps because of the rain, Yangdong City, which has always been bustling, now looks a bit hazy, with everything hidden under the rain curtain.

There was a faint sound of engines in my ears, as if several cars were driving over at the same time...

Su Zhixi was in a daze for a moment, thinking she was hallucinating.

Otherwise, why would she see a black Lincoln parked not far away? The door opened, and a tall figure stepped out of the car and held up a black umbrella.

His brows were dark and timeless, and his deep gaze seemed to have traveled through the vastness of the universe and the torrent of time, and landed on her accurately.