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While Xia Jiaoyang was drinking the soup, Mama Zhang kept chattering beside her, spinning around, working non-stop, and talking non-stop.Xia Jiaoyang drank the soup with his head down, half of his face was almost buried in the soup bowl.

Lu Ling saw this scene when he came down from the stairs after finishing his business.

"What's wrong?" Lu Ling sat down at the main seat and asked quietly.

Hearing Lu Ling's voice, Xia Jiaoyang raised his head from the soup bowl, his little face was flushed red by the heat, his eyes were also stained with water vapor, his pink lips that had just drank the soup were tender and tender, and the color was heavier than usual Some.

Lu Ling's heart skipped a beat.

"I--"

As soon as Xia Jiaoyang opened his mouth, Zhang Ma interrupted him.

"Back to the young master, you don't know. I made chicken soup in the afternoon and went to ask the lady to come back. Guess what I saw? The lady—"

"Mother Zhang!" Xia Jiaoyang interrupted the chattering middle-aged woman with a begging look.

"No, I will tell the young master what I say about this matter, miss, you are too careless about your body."

"What the hell happened!"

Lu Ling had some bad premonition, he frowned and asked in a cold voice.

"Actually, it's nothing bad," the old butler looked at the ceiling from the side, and said lightly, "I just fell asleep outside wearing home clothes, and my feet were still soaking in the stream."

"..."

"Is this how you treat your body?!"

After a long while, Lu Ling's voice was as cold as ice, and his eyes, which were still warm at first, seemed to have accumulated ice and snow that would not melt for a thousand years, making Xia Jiaoyang feel as if he was in an ice cellar.

"...I, didn't do it on purpose." The hot sweat on Xia Jiaoyang's nose quickly turned cold, she didn't dare to look at Lu Ling's frightening expression, she lowered her head and whispered.

In the afternoon, she entertained herself by the stream for a while and felt a little tired. She wanted to get up by leaning on the big rock for a while, but the sun was so warm that she fell asleep unconsciously. It was Zhang Ma who woke her up and she realized that her feet were still in the water.

"Miss, I'm not talking about you, this girl's family, how can she catch the cold, you don't cherish yourself so much, you can bear what you have in the future." After Zhang's meal was served, she stepped back and shook her head and sighed.

"I, I really didn't do it on purpose." Xia Jiaoyang knew that Lu Ling's eyes could kill people without even looking, she lowered her head to the small bowl in front of her, her voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"Didn't it be intentional?" Lu Ling sneered, "If you don't cherish yourself like you, what's the use of drinking these supplements, Mama Zhang, from today onwards, you don't need to cook soup for Miss anymore!"

Pushing away the chair vigorously, Lu Ling raised his long legs and went upstairs without moving his chopsticks.

This is--

Lost your temper?

The old housekeeper and Zhang Ma were taken aback for a moment, and then burst into tears with excitement, young master, you have finally enlightened!

"Mother Zhang, take away the young master's tableware." The old housekeeper withdrew his gaze and ordered lightly.

Zhang Ma responded, stepped forward and swiftly removed the bowls and chopsticks from the main seat.

"Miss, take it easy, we'll leave first, Mama Zhang will prepare some porridge for the young master at night, I don't know if the young master will eat it, hey, Xiao Zhao, please prepare the stomach medicine in advance—"

The old housekeeper bowed slightly to Xia Jiaoyang, and while sighing melancholy, he told the servants on the other side, "Go down, let the young lady eat well, what do you all look like wandering around here?"

The servants in the dining room and living room quickly disappeared, leaving Xia Jiaoyang alone on the first floor of the empty villa. The bright lights above her head shone on the large long dining table, stretching her lonely figure infinitely.