Yingqian stood at the door.

Looking at the three breakfasts in front of me.

Fell into brief thought.

On the tray on the far left, there is a bowl of small wontons. The triangular dough is wrapped with pink meat filling. The soup is light and transparent, garnished with a little coriander, and is still steaming fragrantly. Just smell it.

The smell of it makes people want to eat it.

In the center is a food box, which contains rice balls shaped into triangles, as well as bright yellow egg rolls and fried chicken nuggets. The side is dotted with lettuce salad, and a red heart is drawn on the top with ketchup.

The white porcelain plate next to the Japanese food box is the richest, with enough servings for three people, including roasted soft butter croissant, pan-fried beef tenderloin, two half-boiled eggs, and a pot of Ceylon in a bright silver teapot.

black tea.

Breakfast in Chinese, Japanese and English categories.

All ready.

But who normal person can eat these things so early in the morning?

I'm afraid that's not the case...

Are you feeding the hippos?

Yingqian had a strange expression on his face.

See her frozen at the door.

Jiang Ling stood up with difficulty, walked to Yingqian, and quietly hugged her slender waist.

"What's wrong?"

A slight smile appeared on her thin lips.

He leaned against Yingqian as if he was very weak, and was about to say something when he saw three breakfasts placed at the door.

moment.

Jiangling also fell into a brief silence.

Of course he wouldn't think so.

His share is included in these breakfasts.

It's clear.

It was made for Yingqian.

But what happened to that love?

It is estimated that only Yingqian is too lazy to think deeply about this kind of secret thought.

But how could Jiang Ling not understand.

There is temptation and flattery hidden in it.

He frowned.

I sighed secretly in my heart.

What should I do if the person I like is too popular?

"Which one do you want to eat?"

Ying Qian glanced sideways at Jiang Ling and felt the big hands wrapped around his waist.

Too hot.

The temperature belonging to Gangneung penetrated the fabric easily.

On baby's shallow skin.

Leave his mark.

But she showed no mercy, bent her elbows and tried to push Jiang Ling away.

As if aware of Ying Qian's intention, Jiang Ling let out a low gasp, frowned, and looked as if he was so weak that he couldn't even stand still.

His tall body almost rested against Yingqian's body.

The weight brought about made her almost stagger.

But the next second.

He was stabilized again by Jiangling.

Ying Qian sighed.

Considering Jiang Ling's injury, she didn't push him away. She only said with a cold face:

"You still dare to get up? Are you afraid that you won't die quickly enough?"

Jiang Ling blinked.

The thick long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

His eyes passed over the three breakfasts placed at the door. His eyes turned cold, but Li's voice was still low and pleasant.

"I want to have breakfast with you."

Yingqian suddenly showed an undisguised look of disgust.

"I don't know how to use chopsticks? Or I don't know how to eat?"

Jiang Ling's face turned red, and he didn't know where his thoughts went, and he asked:

"Do you want me to feed you?"

Yingqian: "?"

She doesn't understand.

But I was shocked.

Could it be that Jiang Ling's injuries began to affect his brain?

Sure enough, you should still go to the hospital.

Ying Qian pretended not to hear, avoided the wound on Jiang Ling's side, and carefully supported him.

Before Jiang Ling wants to say anything else.

She immediately gave a fierce warning:

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will throw you off the stairs!"

Jiang Ling nodded obediently.

Yingqian's long raised hair brushed his cheek.

The fragrance of roses quietly spreads into your nose, along your blood, and penetrates all the way to your heart.

Even his breathing slowed down subconsciously.

Trying to keep this moment longer.

I heard footsteps.

Hua Yuan greeted without even looking back:

"Yingqian, good morning, would you like to come over and see the hanging tree?"

He took a deep breath.

Suddenly I started to lift my chest and tighten my abdomen.

Started the third set of radio gymnastics for middle school students.

Maybe there are so many outrageous facts about Hua Yuanyi that Yingqian is not surprised at all.

"Hey, have you had breakfast? I ordered the hotel breakfast and left it at the door of your room. They only have English breakfast. I don't know if you can eat it..."

Huayuan was halfway through her words.

As he was twisting his waist, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Ling's figure from the corner of his eye. He was stunned for a moment, and then showed an expression as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Fuck!"

He cursed.

He quickly jumped to the window, trying to use his thin body to block Song Yanling, who was still hanging on the tree like a kite.

"Jiang...Jiang Ling, why are you down here? Are you feeling better?"

Hua Yuanyi was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Jiang Ling just glanced at him and said calmly:

"Much better."

"ah..."

Huayuan opened her mouth.
To be continued...