Chapter 157 (2/2)

Ling Han looks unhappy,

”You are so happy that you have to scold me, whether I have stomachache or not.”

The old lady raised her eyebrows and looked very naughty,

”You have a stomachache. What are you afraid of?”

Aunt Zhang, who is busy serving food, smiles and looks at ye Huanyan with profound meaning.

Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned, his face was inexplicably red, and he felt burned.

In the past, Ling Han had to make a few sarcastic remarks to dispel the wishful thinking of the servants who were mainly Aunt Zhang and the old house, who had nothing to do all day, and imagined that he and ye Huanyan loved each other.

But I don't know what happened today. I didn't say a word. I just coughed twice and brought the old lady vegetables.

”Granny, eat more of this.”

The old lady raised her hand and turned Ling Han's wrist in a direction. A piece of fragrant fish fillets fell steadily into ye Huanyan's bowl.

Ye Huan's face was stiff. He heard the old lady smile as if nothing had happened,

”Yan Yan, you should eat more.”

Ling Han took back her hand. When she raised her head, she only saw him eat with his head down. She couldn't see his face clearly.

After dinner, the old lady went back to her room for a nap,

When ye Huanyan stood up, she suddenly felt a headache and went back to the house to have a rest.

In the evening, a girl named Xiaoqin was left to help Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang busy in the kitchen.

At dinner, ye Huanyan didn't go to the restaurant.

Ling Han didn't say a word at first, but he saw that the old lady was eating like no other. After eating half of it, he wondered,

”Where is she?”

The old lady pretended to be confused,

”Which one is she?”

Ling Han frowned and said, ”do we have to wait for her for dinner now? Grandma, do you indulge her too much? ” Smelling speech, the old lady's face sank. She put down her chopsticks and looked at Ling Han solemnly, ”is Yan Yan such a child who doesn't know the rules? You don't ask her why she hasn't arrived so late. ”...”“ She has a fever and is ill Ling Han is slightly a Leng, the action of holding chopsticks in the hand pauses. After lunch, ye Huanyan said that she had a headache. Later, when Aunt Zhang went to the room with ginger soup to find her, she found that she had a fever. Now she was still lying in the room and couldn't wake up“ It's been ten years since Yan Yan came to our Ling family. I've seen her grow up. I know her temperament best. She's devoted to you. You're good. She bullies her all the time. There's only one heart in her heart. If you break it off and crush it, you won't want it next time. ” The old lady's words echoed in Ling Han's mind. When he put down his chopsticks and came out of the restaurant, his steps seemed to be disobedient. He couldn't help but burst into ye Huanyan's bedroom. When he got to her bed, he found that he didn't know what to say. Under an embroidered dark green brocade quilt, a slightly pale little face appeared, and his brows were tightly tightened, as if there was an inextricable melancholy. Ling Han's eyebrows also wrinkled. He walked slowly to the bed and looked at the face. He was caught by a hand stretched out from the quilt. He subconsciously wanted to pull it out, but he found that although she was sleepy, her strength was very strong, and he would not let go. I'm so sick and stubborn. I don't know who I learned my temper from. Ling Han helplessly let her hold her hand, the other hand put her quilt toward her shoulder, hesitated for a while, slowly put her hand on her forehead and touched it. It's very hot. I told her to wear two more clothes when she went out. It's snowing these two days, and the memorial ceremony is not urgent. Anyway, the time has been missed, so we can't wait until spring. This novel has been translated byand if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.