Chapter 489: 502 You Are the Only One Who Gives Up 10 (1/2)

Chapter 489 502 Only you don't know how to praise 10

It was not that I ran away from home last night, but my friend got sick and went to take care of it?

With this realization in Leng Yejin's heart, her complexion suddenly eased, her depression instantly disappeared, she took her long legs and went to work.

After Tong Lu instructed the chef, she went upstairs to fetch the charger, took a breakfast of her own, and hurried out.

At noon, Leng Ye always eats in the special small restaurant of Leng's Building.

During the meal, Long Yan and Leng Yejin ate with him at the same table.

Long Yan brushed his circle of friends while eating, and when he saw that he was upset, he even complained: ”If you are sick, don't take medicine. Drink a bonito soup and send it to circle of friends. I feel so nauseous that I want to vomit!”

Leng Yerong asked casually: ”If someone sends a soup, you can make complaints. You can't stop your mouth even if you eat.”

”Who is sick to drink bonito soup?” Leng Ye asked casually.

”Who else can anyone else, it's not that kid who is Yanshuo, who posts to Moments every day on the screen, I want to block him.”

As soon as Long Yan's voice fell, a pair of chopsticks fell heavily on the table with a snap in his ear, and Long Yan jumped down. In the next instant, the phone was snatched by Leng Yejin vigorously, and he took a closer look.

The content of Yan Shuo's circle of friends, a bowl of bonito soup, a dripping arm, and a text showing affection: If you are sick, you can enjoy such a delicious bonito soup, and death is worth it!

With a snap again, Long Yan's phone was heavily pressed on the table, Leng Yejin's face was completely black, and his features were sharp.

Seeing the delicious food on the table, I instantly lost my appetite, suddenly got up and left.

Long Yan stared at his back, inexplicably: ”What's wrong with Brother Jin? I'm just complaining. What's wrong with Brother Jin's reaction? Huo Xiang was cocked!”

Leng Yerong thought for a while: ”You ask Yan Shuo, who prepared him the bonito soup?”