Prison Marriage

Tan Jin came back to her senses immediately, raised her head, took the medicine, and drank water.

The pain in my left foot continued, and the medicine would not take effect immediately. After several minutes, the pain gradually subsided. To completely relieve the pain, I had to wait for the medicine to take full effect.

Tan Jin glanced at the people standing beside him.

He Qingmao had stood silently for several minutes, his eyes fixed on her all the time, not as if he cared about her pain, but as if he was examining the credibility of her pain.

She frowned, and her tone had returned to her usual indifference: "It's getting late, thank you for holding me down, you go to sleep."

"No hurry." The other party said two words calmly.

Tan Jin's heart tightened. From the moment he carried her downstairs, there was something wrong with this person.She organized her words in her mind for a while, and was about to speak: "You..."

"Gulu——" There was a sound in the stomach first, and the neglected hunger came true.

Tan Jin looked embarrassed.

He Qingmao raised his eyebrows, and said contemptuous words easily: "I told you not to eat well at night, you deserve to be hungry! Sit down and don't move!"

Tan Jin was stunned for a moment, but before she even wanted to reply, the person standing next to her had already turned around and entered the kitchen.

She froze again, and the feeling that something was wrong with him emerged again.Like he's going to sleep in her bed tonight!
The painkillers took full effect, and the pain in my left foot finally improved a lot.

Tan Jin stood up and wanted to go back to her room, but after walking not far, she saw He Qingzhao coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles.

"Didn't you want you to sit still for me!" He Qingmao's face suddenly sank, "Go back and sit down!"

Tan Jin didn't move, his eyes were all on the noodles he was holding, and he was a little distracted.

The servants were still sleeping at this time, no one came out at all, this bowl of noodles could only be made by He Qingmao himself.

"Why are you still standing there, are you hungry? Come and eat!" Angrily, He Qingzhao put the noodles on the nearby dining table, and turned his head to glance over.

Tan Jin still hadn't recovered, and walked over stupidly.

As the eldest son of the He family and the president of Fengchao Group, He Qingmao, not to mention cooking, has rarely been in the kitchen in his life.

But...he is very good at going down.

Tan Jin looked at the egg noodles in the bowl, feeling a little nostalgic.

At the beginning, He Qingzhao was the young master who didn't even know how to cook noodles. Until one day, a ten-year-old girl came to his house.The girl looks white and tender, cute and beautiful, the only thing that differs from her appearance is her appetite.

Even though he was only ten years old, he ate no less than adults.The servants at home were used to Miss Qianjin who had a small mouth and a small stomach, and expressed shock at a child who could eat so much, and looked a little different from other children.

In order not to be regarded as a different kind, the girl deliberately controlled her food intake, but she was always so hungry that she would come out in the middle of the night to find something to eat...

"Not hungry anymore?" He Qingzhao's words rang in his ears.

Tan Jin came back from the memory, raised her head and smiled at him.

Across the mist in the bowl, she smiled brightly and sincerely, exactly the same as the white and clean girl in my memory.He Qingmao snorted softly, turned his head away, and glanced at the gate vaguely.

Tan Jin picked up the chopsticks and ate the egg noodles, which still tasted the same as in memory.

Soon a bowl of noodles was in the end.

Tan Jin wiped her mouth with a tissue, smiled and looked up: "Thank you..."