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Feng Zechen is unexpectedly not angry, with a trace of bewilderment: "in fact, I did not think, just look at her, from time to time there will be a kind of impulse, especially the appearance of her blush, feel very familiar, like in a dream to see such a scene, and, I understand, I like this she will not be angry."

Lin Ziyi heard Feng Zechen's words, but he shook his head with a smile: "this is also different from yours. You are sure she won't be angry with you, but I'm not sure. I can't destroy the only precious friendship between me and her because of my recklessness. This is the place I dare not bet."

Looking at the delicate figure in the kitchen, Lin Ziyi's eyes were warm: "in fact, it's not bad now. I'm glad that I didn't have the courage to her at the beginning. If I succeeded at that time, it would be my most miserable time."

Feng Ze Chen Mou color changes deep, the eye light slightly squints, looks at Lin Ziyi's vision to become unclear.

"Lin Ziyi, if it's not because you are in a special situation, I don't care about you. If you are a healthy person, I'm afraid you have already eaten my fists."

The meaning of Feng Ze Chen's words is already very obvious. How can Lin Ziyi not hear them out? It's just that Feng Zechen said it right. Now he dares to say these words bravely in front of Feng Zechen. He is not afraid of the rhythm, so he doesn't pay too much attention to Feng Zechen's words.

"Feng Zechen, if it was not for his special situation, I would not have said this. So, you can have a rest. It's good to keep your fist for Haitao who is about to recover."

When Lin Ziyi talked about Haitao, there was a hint of envy in his eyes. Haitao was about to recover, but what about himself? His body in this period of time under the care of Cheng Xinyi is to be a lot of ruddy, but what is the inside of the body, he knows his physical condition better than anyone else.

"Lin Ziyi, don't think about it any more. I'm trying my best to help you find the bone marrow suitable for you. As long as you have the eyebrows, I'll tell you at the first time."

Feng Zechen looked at Lin Ziyi and said, "but don't thank me too much."

Lin Ziyi pulled the corner of his lips and laughed. He didn't respond to Feng Ze Chen. However, his sight fell on Cheng Xinyi who came out of the kitchen with a big bowl.

Feng Zechen saw that she immediately got up and took the soup bowl from Cheng Xinyi's hand. Her slender and cold fingers accidentally touched Cheng Xinyi's fingertips. In an instant, a current came from Feng Zechen's fingertips. Her whole body trembled, and the soup bowl that had not been completely taken over by Feng Zechen was almost shaken off.

Fortunately, Feng Zechen's hands are very stable, but he didn't feel anything wrong, so he didn't understand what happened to Cheng Xinyi. He said helplessly, "be careful, Lin Ziyi is still waiting to drink."

"Yes Sorry... "

Cheng Xinyi heard Feng Zechen's murmur, and suddenly her face was red, but Feng Zechen didn't see it. Lin Ziyi saw it clearly, and his envious mood flashed by.

Feng Zechen smoothly received the soup bowl in Xinyi's hand and put it on the tea table in front of Lin Ziyi's body.

At the moment, Cheng Xinyi raises her eyes and sees Feng Zechen, whose sight has been transferred. They meet. Cheng Xinyi's heart, which is already about to settle down, suddenly jumps up again.

She didn't know what was going on today. Since the moment when her lips touched Feng Zechen's cheek, her heart seemed to have been unstable. Even a look of Feng Zechen could make her whole heart float.

She has some helplessness and some uneasiness. This feeling is strange and familiar to her. Thinking of the past, Cheng Xinyi is afraid of the present situation.

Cheng Xinyi really didn't want to have any entanglement with Feng Zechen. She quickly sorted out her emotions. She pretended to be calm and said to Lin Ziyi, "Ziyi, you drank the soup I cooked for you. Although you have not recovered your taste now, Haitao still says that my soup is a little salty today."

Looking at Lin Ziyi, Cheng Xinyi felt a little sorry: "but don't worry, I just added some water in the kitchen. Now it should taste almost the same."

Hear Cheng Xinyi's words, Feng Zechen facial expression is black, added a bit of water? Eyes some strange looking at the City Xinyi, this is her way to cook soup? That's why she's been working in the kitchen for a long time just now?

There was something wrong with Lin Ziyi's face, but Cheng Xinyi didn't see it at all. She still said, "Ziyi, just put it there after you finish drinking. I'll go upstairs and read the script of tears of the sea."

"Xinyi, how many scripts have you read?" Lin Ziyi suddenly asked.

Cheng Xinyi tilted her head to think about it, and then returned to: "almost half of it, but I feel that this story is a little familiar, feeling a little strange."

Hearing Cheng Xinyi's words, Lin Ziyi's lips were smiling, but he was still silent and said: "that's good. You should look at it first and tell me after reading it."

Cheng Xinyi nodded and went upstairs to Lin Ziyi's study to read the script.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Feng Zechen's eyes looked at Lin Ziyi's drinking soup with a small mouthful. He said jokingly, "Lin Ziyi, don't you taste it?""Yes, there is a problem?" Lin Ziyi still slowly drink, but did not look up to see Feng Ze Chen, do not need to see him also know that this boy will not give him a good look.

"Of course there is a problem."

Feng Zechen embraces the chest with both arms, stoops close to Lin Ziyi's side, looks at him interestingly and says: "since you can't taste the taste, why do you still drink so carefully? You don't know if it's good or bad

Lin Ziyi is not elegant turn a white eye, although this is what he used to do to fengzechen, but now it is the first time to do so after fengzechen's amnesia.

"Even if I can't taste the soup, I still have a sense of smell. Can I smell it?"

With helplessness, he knew Cheng Xinyi's cooking skills would not be very good, but he didn't expect to see him for three years. Even his own poor cooking skills have improved a lot, but he couldn't understand why Cheng Xinyi's cooking skills have not changed for ten years, but now he has returned a lot.

but Feng Zechen heard Lin Zi's words, his nose could not help but twitch two times. His brow slightly wrinkled, and he could not help but make complaints about it. The smell of the soup really made him feel bad about it.

"Smell it?"

Lin Ziyi helplessly looked at Feng Zechen: "you finally know the bitterness in my heart."

Feng Zechen smelled the taste of the soup, heard Lin Ziyi's words, and then saw Lin Ziyi's strange face. Unexpectedly, he nodded with great approval. Finally, he was somewhat glad that he was not ill.

He looked at Lin Ziyi sympathetically, then thought about Haitao in the same Jinli, and sighed: "Ziyi, you are still lucky. At least you can't taste the taste of the soup. Just smell it. Think about how tormented Haitao is. Just like you, you can't say it. You have to praise, tut, fortunately..."

Lin Ziyi naturally knows that Feng Zechen is in "fortunately" what, his heart is extremely distressed, this is also no way of things, he can only take this as his own a temper.

However, although the soup is not good to drink, the nutrition is really there, but it makes Lin Ziyi's body much better than after the last chemotherapy, and his face is not so pale, but even more ruddy.

On the other hand, Haitao is full of distress and complains to bao'er on one side: "baby, godfather has been" harmed "by your mother recently. You don't know the soup. It's really unique in heaven and earth."

I didn't expect that bao'er looked at Haitao with a wrinkled face, and felt deeply: "godfather, don't say that's why bao'er is most afraid of getting sick, but the corn porridge cooked by mommy is still good..."

Haitao nodded: "baby, what you said is good. Your mother's corn porridge is not bad."

When bao'er heard Haitao's words, she pursed her small mouth and snickered: "godfather, you have to bribe me, otherwise Hey, I'll tell mommy. "

Haitao, however, looked up at the sky, pretending to have no intention of saying, "I don't know who agreed with what I said just now. Is this an accomplice? I don't know Xinyi knows that her baby son also says his words behind his back. She won't be sad? "

When bao'er heard this, her small face wrinkled into a small group, and her little eyes twinkled with pitiful light. She pretended to be extremely aggrieved and looked at Haitao. She looked at him with a flattering smile: "Godfather Baby loves Godfather the most. Don't tell mommy about it? "

Seeing that bao'er is softened in an instant, Haitao's chest is full of smile. Her strong arms embrace bao'er's petite body and smell her bright and clean forehead.

"Brother Haitao, bao'er is so cute, but it's really enviable."

Xia Bai held a plate of fruit platter in his hand, and said with some envy.

Bao'er saw his favorite mango pulp in the fruit platter, and immediately ran to Xiabai's side, picked up a small toothpick and ate it.

Haitao didn't stop him. Bao'er should eat more fruit for his body. But he looked at Xiabai and said with a smile: "Xiaobai, what is the envy of this? You are still young, and there will be opportunities to have more lovely children than Baoer with your beloved

When Xia Bai heard Haitao's words, she dropped her eyes and said with a shy smile, "brother Haitao, this is a joke to me. I'm not too young. I'm over 20. I'm old enough to get a marriage certificate."

Haitao is a little smile, although Xiabai said that he is not small, but compared with Haitao, Xiabai is just like a child.