Crippled Master's Young Wife

Fu Yuntine said coldly, "I don't have much meat on me. Do you think I am really interested in you? Let me tell you, what happened just now was just a small punishment. If you don't behave yourself in the future... If you don't get involved with Jiang Lingyun, then... "    

Xia Ling instantly understood what she had not finished speaking.    

She hurriedly got up from his body, covered her chest, and quickly retreated.    

Having escaped another calamity, she heaved a sigh of relief.    

Behind her, Fu Yuntine scratched his human skin mask, a trace of annoyance flashing in his dark eyes.    

What the hell.    

He originally wanted to question her properly, but why...    

Her thin lips were still filled with the fragrance of a woman, and her fragrance was still lingering in the air.    

Fu Yuntine's throat tightened, and he hurriedly stopped his wild thoughts.    

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Fu Yuntine took the phone at the side and made a call.    

"Xichen, give the Jiang family a warning. Tell their big brother to take good care of his little brother."    

Even if he didn't like his things, it wouldn't be anyone else's turn to covet them.    

In the guest room, Xia Ling changed into a new set of clothes. When she thought of the scene just now, her mood became complicated.    

Shaking her head hard to shake off those chaotic emotions, Xia Ling went downstairs to eat dinner.    

"Young Madam, quickly eat." Mrs Zhang was still smiling.    

Just now the commotion upstairs was a little big and when she saw Xia Ling change her clothes, the smile on Mrs Zhang's face became even wider.    

She had a premonition that her young master's feelings towards Young Madam was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.    

The two of them were getting more and more interesting!    

"Mrs Zhang, young master's dinner..."    

Seeing that Fu Yuntine did not come down to eat dinner, Xia Ling probed.    

"Young master seems to be in a bad mood today. He just told me that he does not want to eat dinner. But his body hasn't fully recovered yet. How can he not eat dinner? Sigh, what a rush."    

Mrs Zhang deliberately put on an anxious expression, thinking in her heart.    

Young Madam's heart was kind and she had to use all kinds of conditions to let the two of them develop their relationship.    

Not in a good mood?    

It should be because of her, right?    

Xia Ling bit her chopsticks and frowned slightly.    

"Mrs Zhang, what does your young master like to eat? I will cook it."    

No matter what he thought of her, she had the obligation to take care of him.    

"Young master is very picky about food, but as long as it fits his taste, he doesn't choose anything"    

Mrs Zhang replied with a smile.    

Xia Ling,... ""    

So, this was the highest realm for a rich young master to eat?    

It suited his taste?    

What exactly was his taste like?    

"I'll go to the kitchen to take a look and see if there are any ingredients inside."    

No matter what, she made food according to her own taste. As for whether he liked it or not, once she finished cooking, she would know.    

After some fiddling, Xia Ling made a bowl of spaghetti, fried two pieces of steak, and made another bowl of Luo Song soup.    

Looking at the fragrant food, Xia Ling nodded her head in satisfaction.    

Fu Yuntine came back from abroad, so he probably liked to eat western food.    

"Young Madam, let me help you."    

Mrs Zhang put the food into the food box, and her eyes flashed with praise. She felt that the old mistress had a good eye.    

She did not say anything even though she was wronged. She was a virtuous person and Young Madam was indeed intelligent.    

The two of them walked to the master bedroom and Xia Ling knocked on the door.    

"Who is it?"    

"It's me."    

A moment later, the door opened.    

"Young Master, Young Madam was worried that you would starve to death, so she personally cooked dinner for you."    

Mrs Zhang carried a long strip of food box and helped Xia Ling open her mouth.    

She personally cooked it?    

Fu Yuntine's eyes moved slightly. His gaze swept across the silent Xia Ling and his mind flashed the noodles that he had eaten last night.    

The food she cooked was the same as her red lips, making people reminisce.