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Pei Yan made something wrong with Xie Xinghe's cooking for the first time, and he didn't want to try it for the second time, but Xie Xinghe was ill, and it was impossible for Pei Yan to let him cook, let alone Xie Xinghe and that cook. Yi, it's just worse for his stomach.

So the two confronted each other for a while before dinner, and Pei Yan stood in front of the bed with a straight face and said, "Is there something wrong with Xie Xing and you? You want to do it yourself after all this?"

"Why don't you eat?" Xie Xinghe said without energy as he half leaned against the head of the bed after finishing his fluid transfusion.

Pei Yan looked at his expression, couldn't bear to speak harshly, and sighed, "Anyway, I can't let you do it, and I can't even go out to eat."

Xie Xinghe raised his eyebrows, slipped into the quilt and said, "Then don't eat."

Pei Yan stared at the back of his head for a long time, thinking in his heart why he wasn't so angry that he wanted to break up.

After a while, he called Tian Song in front of Xie Xinghe, "The chef at the hotel brought me one, preferably for pasta."

"Yes, my house."

"There is no party, there is an ancestor in the family..."

After finishing the phone call, Pei Yan said to Xie Xinghe, who had his back turned to him, "Don't tell me that you can't even invite a chef to your house."

Xie Xinghe didn't respond, so he agreed.

Pei Yan sat by the bed and patted him through the quilt, "Turn around and let me have a look."

Xie Xinghe didn't move, Pei Yan clicked his tongue, stretched out his arms and forcefully turned the person [-] degrees, Xie Xinghe frowned slightly, and his broken hair was messy on his forehead, covering the beauty's tip.

"Still uncomfortable?" Pei Yan's tone was still a bit firm, but his movements were light, helping him to straighten his broken hair to the sides.

It is true that he is still suffering, but it is insignificant to Xie Xinghe. He squinted his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Sleepy..."

This kind of Xie Xinghe looked softer than usual, without any aggressiveness, like a lazy little animal, Pei Yan had long forgotten what happened in the bathroom earlier.

He put his hands on the position of Xie Xing and his stomach, "Infusion makes you sleepy, sleep for a while, I'll call you when the chef is ready."

Xie Xinghe looked at him with unfocused eyes, and Pei Yan clicked his tongue, "What's there to worry about? It's no different from going to a restaurant to eat."

Xie Xinghe suddenly called out, "ketchup."

Pei Yan was taken aback for a moment, coauthoring was not thinking about dinner at all.

Tomato sauce ran in from the outside, jumped onto the bed nimbly and skillfully, almost stopped the car and stepped on Xie Xinghe.

Pei Yan frowned to block it, but Xie Xinghe laughed, and patted beside him, "Come on."

Ketchup obediently lay down.

Xie Xinghe hugged it and rubbed it, then closed his eyes.

Pei Yan looked at them with a dark face the whole time, and said angrily, "Xie Xinghe, do you have to hug it to sleep?"

"Comfortable..." Xie Xinghe whispered.

"Isn't it hot?"

"Isn't the air conditioner on..."

"It sheds..."

Xie Xinghe interrupted him irritably, "Shut up."

Pei Yan stopped talking. After a while, Xie Xinghe probably realized that his attitude was not good, so he turned his head and raised his hand to Pei Yan, "Come on."

Pei Yan didn't move, and said with a stinky face, "Am I ketchup?"

Xie Xinghe had no choice but to half prop up his upper body, trying to sit up, and then Pei Yan walked over and pressed his shoulders and said, "Don't move."

Xie Xinghe grabbed him, made him bend down, kissed him on the lips, and said sleepily: "Stop talking, I'm really sleepy, I fell asleep..."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Pei Yan's reaction, Xie Xinghe fell back, hugged Tomato Sauce again and closed his eyes.

Pei Yan stood by the bed for a while, bent down and supported the bed with one hand, leaned close to Xie Xinghe's ear and said, "Give me a good kiss."

Xie Xinghe didn't move, pretending to be asleep.

Pei Yan didn't give up, kissing and licking his earlobe, "I won't let you sleep if you don't kiss."

Xie Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him, Pei Yan had a faint smile in his eyes.

He frowned and raised his hand, put his arms around Pei Yan's neck, and said impatiently: "How old are you, Pei Yan? Why are you still torturing me?"

Pei Yan kissed him vigorously this time, constantly sucking and biting Xie Xinghe's lips, and it took him a while to restrain the desire to poke the tip of his tongue in with self-control.

He smiled and touched Xie Xinghe's face with his palm, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, go to sleep."

Xie Xinghe buried his face in the fluffy fur of ketchup, and could feel Pei Yan's sight even with his eyes closed. He forced himself not to think about whether he was too close to Pei Yan today, and gradually lost consciousness after a while.

After Xie Xinghe fell asleep completely, Pei Yan walked out of the room gently, frowned a few times, and pulled out a white dog hair from his mouth.

When the phone rang, Pei Yan thought it was the arrival of the chef, but he didn't expect it to be a friend request.

Xie Wenzhou: [President Pei, I'm Xie Wenzhou]

Pei Yan ignored it, and received a second application after a while.

Xie Wenzhou: [I can't contact Junyang now, can you pass through? ]

Pei Yan called Li Junyang's phone, but the phone was turned off.

He hesitated for two seconds, and reluctantly accepted Xie Wenzhou's friend application.

Xie Wenzhou immediately sent a voice message, and Pei Yan directly pressed the voice to text: [President Pei, Jun Yang and I had a quarrel, and I have been unable to contact him for two or three hours, do you know where he is? ]

Pei Yan replied indifferently: [Don't know]

Xie Wenzhou: [Can you help me find him?He doesn't answer my calls at all, or do you have his friend's contact info? ]

Pei Yan was not in a hurry to return to him, but first clicked on Xie Wenzhou's profile picture, a selfie with the light behind his back half covering his face. If Pei Yan hadn't been with Xie Xinghe for more than a month, he might really feel that this It's Xie Xinghe.

Then he clicked into Xie Wenzhou's circle of friends, which was visible in three days. The most recent one was posted two hours ago, a selfie of lying on the bed without showing his face, saying he had a headache.

Pei Yan sneered, he knew that Xie Wenzhou's attitude towards Li Junyang couldn't change so quickly, he replied: [Me neither]

Xie Wenzhou deleted and typed for a long time: [Okay, sorry to bother you]

Pei Yan called Li Junyang again, but the phone was still turned off, and he sent Li Junyang a WeChat message: [Turn it back on to me]

After the chef came, Pei Yan didn't have time to think about the messy things about the two of them. He told the chef to cook some delicious, nutritious and digestible dishes, and he himself stood aside and watched the whole process.

The chef was sweating from his forehead, and said to Pei Yan with a smile, "Boss Pei, the kitchen is hot, why don't you go out and wait?"

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Pei Yan shook his head, "No, I'll follow suit."

The chef shook his hand and almost cut his own finger. He quickly said: "You don't need to learn, just ask me to make it anytime you want."

Pei Yan laughed, and his tone was full of helplessness, "There is an ancestor who is difficult to take care of at home, and he doesn't like to ask others to do it, so I want to learn a little bit."

The chef heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was not a random spot check, but came to eat dog food.

The corners of his eyes were wrinkled, and he patted his stomach and said, "You said it earlier, Mr. Pei, I will write out the recipe of each dish in a while, and you can just watch it if you want to make it later. can be satisfied."

Pei Yan corrected him, "It's not Missy."

He is the eldest young master who is harder to serve than the eldest daughter.