Stop There, Daddy

After resting in the hospital for a while, Wen Shuyue felt that she was much better. She didn’t tell He Siming that she called a taxi and left.

“SMing, I’m back.” As soon as she entered the house, Wen Shuyue realized that something was wrong. Why was there a sour feeling in the air mixed with the smell of something burnt?

As she walked to the kitchen door, the scene in front of her made her be startled at. The entire kitchen seemed to have turned into a small garbage dump. The leftover ingredients were thrown everywhere, and the tobacco pipe was driven to the maximum extent, and the flour was made to the stove.

“Oh my God, are we in war?” The large kitchen had no foot at all.

He Siming was wearing a simple white shirt with a pot shovel in his hand and an embroidered apron on his waist. It was worn by Wen Shuyue when she cooked.

“Don’t come in for now. Go to the dining table and have dinner in a while,” the man pretended to be quite good as he continued to fry the dishes in the pot. Wen Shuyue glanced at the inside of the pot, seemingly making cola chicken wings.

“Do you need my help?” She tried to endure it and finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. She asked and frowned at the chicken wings that were about to be charred. Wen Shuyue really felt it was a pity, and she was worried about her stomach. After eating these things, she wouldn’t go to the hospital again!

“No need, just go to the sofa and sit for a while,” He Siming was obviously very confident in himself and refused her help.

Sitting on the sofa, Wen Shuyue could see the back of the man in the kitchen. Since she didn’t need to do anything herself, she sat on the sofa with a pillow in her arms and observed the man.

He Siming was tall and had a typical shoulder wide and waist. He usually paid special attention to exercise, so both his chest muscles and abdominal muscles were extremely envious, comparable to the classic godly sculpture David. He had a good physique, but now he was completely hidden in a white shirt, which added a bit more of a good family to the man.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

People say that serious men are the most charming, so this is probably what they say.

Apart from the terrible sight in every corner of the kitchen, Wen Shuyue was happy to admire this rare handsome male material.

“Alright, serve the food.”

Many dishes were brought to the dining table and she ran over happily.

There were quite a few dishes, cola chicken wings, potato silk fried chilli, tomato fried eggs, but the color of the dish was too hard to say.

“I didn’t expect you to be good at cooking,” the man started cooking for the first time. Even if he couldn’t say it, she would still give him encouragement. Wen Shuyue secretly cheered herself up in her heart. Even if she was poisoned to death, she had to finish all these things that she didn’t know what it would be.

“Of course, don’t see who I am!” After everything was served at the table, He Siming took off his apron and excitedly brought over the bowl and chopsticks, “Quickly, try and see how it tastes. I spent an entire afternoon preparing this.”

Wen Shuyue smiled at the table full of dishes, but she didn’t know how to mouth…

The chicken wings were charred, whether it was potato silk or potato slice. The only thing that could be seen in the eyes was probably fried eggs with tomatoes, red, yellow, and yellow.

She had a smile on her face as she prayed non-stop. She carefully picked up a fried egg and put it into her mouth.

Facing his expectant gaze, she could only smile and give him a thumbs-up with difficulty. “That’s right, it’s awesome for a rookie to be like this!”

“Really?” Are you sure? Faced with her praise, He Siming was a little skeptical. He was still very clear about himself. He didn’t seem to have any talent for cooking.

“It seems to be not bad, better than I imagined.”

“Right, I already said that it’s not bad. Alright, alright. Hurry up and have dinner. I’m hungry.”

The taste of the dish is indeed not good, but at least it can’t be swallowed. The tomato was sour and the potato silk tasted too light. Cola chicken wings were a little sweet. Even so, she was already very satisfied. After all, this was the first time he cooked for her.

“Don’t bother eating. Try this soup. I spent a few hours stewing it,” He Siming served her a bowl like a treasure.

After taking a sip of the be very upset, Wen Shuyue felt like she had walked out of the door. Oh my God, how much salt did he put?

“How is it? How is it? I’m afraid that the taste is too faint and special, I put a few spoonfuls of salt.”

“Okay…” She tried her best not to spit out the soup, and in one breath, she finished the remaining soup in the bowl.

“Drink slowly. Don’t be impatient, no one is urging you,” He Siming was very satisfied when he saw her drink so happily. He secretly wanted to cook soup for her in the future.

Wen Shuyue didn’t know what He Siming was thinking at all. She was constantly stuffing the tomato into her mouth. The bowl of pig hoof soup was too salty. She couldn’t let He Siming cook soup in the future, so she wanted to live a few more years!

A few days later, Chang Ning was about to leave the hospital, so Wen Shuyue just drove to pick up Chang Ning.

However, just as the two of them walked out of the hospital, a large number of reporters suddenly rushed out from somewhere and blocked the two of them directly at the hospital entrance.

“Please, all of you can give way first!” Wen Shuyue hugged Chang Ning tightly. She had just been discharged from the hospital and her body hadn’t recovered safely.

“Miss Chang Ning, may I ask if you can explain the recent incident with the Yan Film Sect?”

“Miss Chang Ning, may I ask who is the male protagonist of Yan Zhao Sect?”

“Miss Chang Ning, have you been taken care of by someone?”

Chang Ning was completely dumbfounded by the increasingly sharp questions from the reporters. What were they talking about? What did she not hear about the glamorous or the male lead? Even Wen Shuyue, who was on the side, was completely confused. The two of them looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.

The news that they were blocked in the hospital was immediately heard by He Siming. Once he received the news, he immediately drove over.

Once He Siming arrived at the scene, he found that even a drop of water couldn’t leak out was blocked by reporters at the hospital entrance.

“Oh my God, why did so many reporters appear?” Guan Yue exclaimed from behind.

He led his bodyguards into the crowd, forcing the reporters to make way for him. The bodyguard took the opportunity to successfully rip open the group of reporters. He walked out of the crowd with Chang Ning and Wen Shuyue in his arms, got into the car and headed straight to Mannis.