The Pillow of the Bad President

Chapter 342, What's wrong with the taste

Lin Wan Bai turned off the fire, and put all the noodles in the insulated lunch box.Mobile terminal m..

In the living room, Sang Xiaoyu had already returned to her room with her tail between her legs. Huo Chang Yuan was the only one standing alone in front of the window with his back turned, the lights lingering around him, his tall back seemed cold and hard, but somehow lonely.

Lin Wan Bai walked over carrying the insulated lunch box, "Uh, the noodles are cooked!"

"Thank you." Huo Chang Yuan reached out to take it.

Even with the lid on, the aroma of the noodles goes straight into the nose.

"No..." Lin Wan Bai shook his head.

Huo Changyuan looked at her with his deep eyes, and said with his lips drawn, "Doudo will have the stitches removed next week, I'm afraid he will be scared, can you go over to accompany him then?"

"Will the stitches be removed next week?" Lin Wan Bai asked hurriedly.

"En." Huo Chang Yuan nodded.

During the operation, he who was in the stage of amnesia also mentioned to her that although he was very strict with Xiao Baozi, he also protected him very well. He was never sick or injured and was admitted to the hospital, and Xiao Baozi was in a coma at that time It is quite scary for children to remove the stitches after the operation is completed.

"Okay, yes." Lin Wan Bai did not refuse.

Although there are still girlfriends, but being alone in the same space like this, especially when his tall figure covers her, she is still very uncomfortable. She licked her lips and said, "Huo Chang Yuan, you should hurry up and give it to Dou Douba, the noodles will become soft after a long time, it shouldn't taste good!"

Huo Chang Yuan said "Mmm" indifferently, and walked towards the entrance with the insulated lunch box.

Lin Wan Bai followed silently, when he stepped out of the anti-theft door with his long legs, he still couldn't help shouting.

"Huo Chang Yuan!"

Huo Chang Yuan stopped, turned around and stared at her.

Lin Wan Bai clasped his hands behind his back, raised his eyes to meet his, "I know everything about Lin Yaoyao..."

"Thank you."

When she learned about this incident, he was still in a state of amnesia, so she couldn't thank him. Now she always feels that she should say thank you to him face to face.

Huo Chang Yuan's Adam's apple twitched, "You're welcome."

"You..." Lin Wan Bai bit his lips.

Why do that?

"What?" Huo Chang Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lin Wan Bai opened his mouth, the words that followed were finally swallowed between his lips and tongue, she shook her head, "It's okay."

The night of the city was lit by neon lights. After the white Land Rover drove away from the apartment building, it did not drive directly to the private hospital. Instead, it got off the viaduct and stopped in front of the restaurant.

Huo Chang Yuan turned off the car, unfastened his seat belt, and didn't intend to get out of the car.

He picked up the insulated lunch box on the co-pilot, opened the lid, and the hot air was on his eyebrows, his stomach was already in a commotion.

Taking out his chopsticks, Huo Chang Yuan lowered his head and started eating in the car.

For a moment, the car was filled with the smell of noodles and the sound of sipping noodles.

Fifteen minutes later, Huo Chang Yuan leaned against the car body with his legs bent, holding a burning cigarette in his hand. With every deep breath he brought to his lips, the smoke scattered from his mouth and nose, and was caught again. The night wind blows away.

In the nearby restaurant, the waiter ran out with an insulated lunch box, "Sir, your noodles are ready! They are cooked according to the method you said, and there are also sliced ​​corn sausages inside!"

"En." Huo Chang Yuan threw the cigarette on the ground.

After smashing it out with a leather shoe, he picked it up and put it in the trash can, then reached out to take it.

When the waiter ran back to the restaurant with Qianyuan, the white Land Rover that had been parked by the side of the road also walked away.

"Ding!"

The elevator door of the inpatient building slowly opened.

This time was relatively quiet, Huo Chang Yuan pushed open the door of the ward, and sure enough, the little bun on the ward immediately sat up and called him excitedly, "Papa!"

Huo Chang Yuan put one hand in his pocket and walked over slowly.

After the little bun finished calling him, his eyes never left the insulated lunch box in his hand.

"Baby wants to eat!" I can't wait to shout.

"En." Huo Chang Yuan pulled his lips, and handed over the opened lunch box.

Without his help, Xiao Baozi was already in his arms, picking up noodles with chopsticks and stuffing them into his mouth, but after taking two bites, his little brows frowned, "It doesn't taste like this!"

"Why not?" Huo Chang Yuan glanced over.

"Wanwan's noodles are better than this!" Xiao Baozi said in a muffled voice, still frowning.

The corners of Huo Chang Yuan's lips twitched, "This is the noodles she cooked!"

The little bun pursed his lips, showing disbelief.

"I watched her cook it for you with my own eyes." Huo Chang Yuan crossed his long legs and pointed to his son's arms solemnly, "Look at this insulated lunch box, isn't it hers?"

Hearing the words, Xiao Baozi held up the insulated lunch box to touch here and look there.

It’s not wrong that the insulated lunch box is Wan Wan’s. I used it to pack noodles every time I brought him noodles before, but the taste is different from Wan Wan’s...

Seeming to see through his son's thoughts, Huo Chang Yuan pursed his lips lightly, "Maybe it's too late today, she's a little tired, and it's possible that the cooking is not delicious. If you don't want to eat, forget it!"

When Xiao Baozi heard it, he nodded foolishly and began to eat sullenly.

Huo Chang Yuan withdrew his gaze, and at the same time concealed the cunning in his eyes.

Finally finished eating all the noodles, Xiao Baozi covered his swollen stomach, and belched out of his mouth.

Baby is so tangled...

I always feel that there is something wrong with the taste...

After washing up, Huo Chang Yuan carried his son back to the hospital bed, pulled off the quilt, "It's getting late, go to bed!"

"But the baby wants Wanwan~"

Little Baozi blinked his big eyes and said softly.

Huo Chang Yuan snorted coldly, "Didn't you just finish eating her noodles?"

"But I want to see Wan Wan, I want to talk to Wan Wan, and I want to hug Wan Wan and make peace!" Speaking of the last sentence, Xiao Baozi seemed a little embarrassed, and his little face was flushed with embarrassment.

Wanwan...

Listening to his son's childish voice, Huo Chang Yuan repeated these two words over and over again, wishing he could keep them on his lips all the time.

Hehe, in some respects, they are really father and son!

The little bun suddenly called him, "Papa."

Huo Chang Yuan lowered his eyebrows. His son's small body was lying between the quilts. Although the gauze on his exposed head was not as shocking as before, it was still very conspicuous, and that little face carved in pink and jade became more and more lovable.

The big black grape-like eyes blinked, and she asked cautiously, "Wanwan doesn't like the baby anymore, does she?"

Huo Chang Yuan's protruding Adam's apple flipped up and down.

He knew that his son missed Lin Wan Bai, and his dependence on her was getting stronger day by day.

Huo Chang Yuan leaned over and touched Xiao Baozi's fair and tender face, "It's easy to meet your Wan Wan. As long as I'm not here tomorrow, if you call her, she should come to see you."

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