Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

Ling Yue's hands combing her long hair paused, and said casually, "Because some people feel good when hugged."

Is this treating her like a big bear?Yan Hui was speechless.

"Are you injured again?" Ling Yue's tone was very casual, but this question instantly aroused Yan Hui's vigilance.

She knew that this man must be waiting to settle accounts with her, so she asked her about her injuries as soon as she woke up.

In order to do less calculations, Yan Hui opened her mouth and said, "It's nothing, it's just a sprained foot, and it will be healed in three or two days."

"That's it?" Ling Yue stared straight at her, as if trying to see through her heart.

Yan Hui was a little guilty, but she still nodded her head heavily: "That's right, it's just a small injury, it's just a drizzle."

"Small injuries are not allowed." Ling Yue stopped combing his long hair, and his voice changed.

"I agree with you to go racing, but I don't agree with you getting injured."

Yan Hui knew that "settling accounts" had begun, she sat up straight, bowed her head, and obediently listened to the instruction.

"I didn't do it on purpose, I just accidentally..." She defended in a low voice.

Blinking his eyes, trying to look innocent, he looked like a little white rabbit waiting for the big tiger to show mercy.

The big tiger stretched out its claws and pinched the little white rabbit's face: "Do you not remember what I said?"

The little white rabbit dared not speak out, and was aggrieved: "I'm hurt, and you don't care about me, and you even attack me."

The big tiger stretched out another paw ruthlessly, and pinched the other side of the little white rabbit's cheek: "If you dare to get hurt again, then I will not only kill you, but also punish you."

Hearing that the big tiger wanted to punish himself, the little white rabbit was terrified: "You want to punish me? How do you want to punish me?"

Looking at Yan Hui's vigilant look, Ling Yue became playful again. He intentionally moved closer to Yan Hui's ear, let out a breath of steam, and after watching Yan Hui's earlobe turn red with satisfaction, he purposely said in a low voice: : "What do you think? How should I punish you?"

When talking about "punishment", Ling Yue deliberately emphasized these two words, and his tone was extremely ambiguous.

Yan Hui was shy and at a loss, she moved her body, trying to stay away from Ling Yue, but Ling Yue's hand was right behind her, successfully blocking Yan Hui's retreat.

"Want to run?" Ling Yue's tone was dangerous.

Yan Hui wanted to nod and shake her head again, her face was flushed, she looked very pink and cute.

Ling Yue grabbed Yan Hui's slender waist and locked it tightly in his arms, "Yan Hui, don't think about running away, you will never run away."

The masculine smell mixed with the fragrance of cologne turned into an intoxicating scent, Yan Hui wondered if Ling Yue secretly fed him wine while he was asleep, how could he get dizzy if he didn't let him.

"Okay, as long as you don't let go, I won't run away." Yan Hui answered Ling Yue silently in her heart.

goo goo goo...

The stomachs of the two cuddling each other on the bed sent a signal of hunger one after the other.

Looking at each other, the two smiled at the same time, and said in unison: "Let's go eat."

The wheelchair was beside the bed, and Yan Hui laughed at herself, "I'm already injured now, I can't push the wheelchair for you anymore."

"What's the matter, I'll just take care of you." Ling Yue didn't care at all. In fact, he doesn't need to use a wheelchair, but he only uses it for safety reasons.

Yan Hui was worried about his wounds, and when she really wanted to refuse, Ling Yue had already said: "Don't refuse, or I will carry the princess downstairs, and then I will hold you for dinner."

Thinking about that picture, Yan Hui felt that it was too beautiful to be imagined...

"I'll go by myself." This was her last insistence.

Ling Yue glanced at her, but let her go, anyway, when she couldn't figure it out, she still had to ask him.

Having been a normal person who can run and jump for more than 20 years, Yan Hui was extremely uncomfortable with the existence of crutches. Before reaching the stairs, she almost fell down.

Patting her chest in shock, Yan Hui was about to continue walking when a big hand was stretched out in front of her.

Putting one hand in his pocket, Ling Yue stretched out his other hand in front of Yan Hui, and gently parted his thin lips: "Okay, come with me."

Looking at the hard and crooked crutches, and at the hand that seemed warm at first glance, Yan Hui abandoned the crutches in a hopeless way, and put her own hand on Ling Yue's.

At some point, the butler appeared at the stairs again, watching the two of them coming down hand in hand, his smile was full of joy.

"Master, young lady, are you hungry, what do you want to eat?"

This butler, Yan Hui admires from the bottom of his heart, he can always appear in time when you need it, as if he can teleport, and he can always accurately capture your psychology, what you want, when you say it, he Already prepared.

It's getting late, Yan Hui thought about it, "Just have a bowl of chicken noodle soup!"

Ling Yue can do anything, so he followed Yan Hui and talked about eating noodles.

After a while, the delicious chicken noodle soup and some refreshing side dishes were put on the table, and the hungry two moved their index fingers, took it and started to eat.

After eating a few mouthfuls, her hunger subsided, Yan Hui talked about today's harvest: "Ling Yue, do you know that I won back my dad's "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" today."

"I know," Ling Yue picked up a chopstick and swallowed, and said in a calm tone, "If you get hurt and don't get anything, then you are really stupid and hopelessly stupid."

Yan Hui said in embarrassment: "This is a small injury for me, but that is "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", there is no comparison."

"No matter how important something is, it's just a dead thing. It's not as important as you." Ling Yue said very naturally.

After hearing Ling Yue's words, Yan Hui suddenly felt that the taste of the noodles in his mouth had changed. The delicious noodles suddenly tasted like candy.

Sweet, sweet, sweet kind.

She lowered her head, pretending to eat noodles, but secretly smiled.

Yan Hui's petty actions did not escape Ling Yue's eyes, and he came to a conclusion in his heart: this child is just stupid.

But there is no way, this silly child belongs to his family, Ling Yue can only take care of her mercifully.

"When I meet Ji Chuncheng tomorrow, I will go with you."

Yan Hui was surprised: "How do you know that I'm going to see Ji Chuncheng tomorrow?"

Ling Yue glanced at her, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident—someone told me already.

It must be Uncle Ming, Yan Hui muttered, "How did you say it so quickly?"

She thought her voice was very low, but Ling Yue could hear it clearly, he narrowed his eyes: "Why, you still don't want to tell me?"

Yan Hui was clever this time, she sensed the sourness in Ling Yue's words, and quickly said with a flattering smile: "How could it be, how could it be, President Ling is accompanying me, I'm too happy!"

Only then was Ling Yue satisfied, and gave her a side dish with chopsticks as a reward.