Li Ran had been waiting not far away. When he saw Lin Yu leaving, he dared to step forward.
He carefully looked at his president's face.
"President, the organizer of the dinner party sent a small boat over and said that we can board the boat at any time."
"I'm not going." Leng Yan glanced at Lin Yu's back for the last time and said, "Go home."
"Yes." Li Ran also glanced at Lin Yu and quickly left with Leng Yan.
He doesn't really understand.
After reading Lin Yu's medical records that day, his CEO's attitude towards Mrs. Leng seemed to be different.
However, his own CEO had no intention of changing his mind about marrying Lin Meizhi.
On the way, Leng Yan asked in confusion, "Why do you think Lin Yu gave up treating his hand?"
He really couldn't figure it out.
Painting is Lin Yu's dream, why did she give up?
If she stops painting and loses her job, how will she support herself in the future?
This woman has absolutely no brains at all.
"..." This was the first time that Li Ran was asked such a personal question by the CEO.
He bravely guessed, "Maybe the wife doesn't want to accept your help."
"Stupid!" Leng Yan concluded.
Li Ran took a quick look at the man in the rearview mirror and spoke boldly, "President, are you... still planning to divorce your wife?"
Leng Yan closed his eyes and said calmly, "What else?"
"..." Li Ran was speechless: Then you don't care whether he can be cured or not! ! !
Leng Yan spoke again, "Why do you ask so suddenly?"
"Huh?" Li Ran twitched his lips in embarrassment, "I just feel that the president seems to be starting to care about his wife."
"It's not caring."
Leng Yan opened his eyes, looked in the rearview mirror, and met Li Ran's eyes.
Li Ran was so frightened that he quickly looked ahead.
"Anyway, her murder was because of me, and I don't want to owe her anything."
After returning to the villa, Wang Yun hurriedly greeted him.
"Sir, you are back. Have you eaten? Do you want me to cook some midnight snacks?"
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
"No need." Leng Yan changed his shoes and was about to go upstairs. When he reached the stairs, he called Wang Yun again, "Cook me a bowl of white fungus porridge."
"Yes." Wang Yun turned around and entered the kitchen.
Leng Yan went upstairs to change clothes. He remembered that Lin Yu had cooked white fungus porridge for him when he came back late.
Probably because he didn't eat at night, he suddenly felt a little hungry.
Not long after he came downstairs, Wang Yun's white fungus porridge was ready.
"Sir, use it slowly, be careful not to burn it."
After taking a bite, Leng Yan frowned and put down his spoon.
"It tastes wrong!"
"Ah?" Wang Yun immediately became nervous, "Is it too sweet?"
Leng Yan said with a cold face, "Ask my wife, she will do it."
"..." Wang Yun was silent for a moment. Not to mention what time it was, it was just a bowl of ordinary white fungus porridge. Couldn't she make it?
Leng Yan looked up and added two words, "Now!"
"Okay." Wang Yun did not dare to disobey and quickly called Lin Yu in front of Leng Yan.
Even turned on the speakerphone wisely.
Leng Yan closed his eyes with satisfaction and leaned on the sofa.
Lin Yu returned to Jin Suosuo's place. The two of them had just finished washing and getting ready to go to bed when they received a call from Wang Yun.
"Hello? Aunt Yun, it's so late, what's the matter?"
"Sorry, madam, for disturbing your rest."
Wang Yun glanced at the culprit helplessly.
"Madam, I have something to ask you. Do you know how to make white fungus porridge?"
"Tremella porridge?" Lin Yu felt puzzled. Wang Yun couldn't make such a simple thing?
She said it patiently.
It’s no different from Wang Yun’s approach.
Wang Yun looked at the culprit again, and saw that his eyes were still closed, so she had no choice but to thank him and hang up the phone.
"Sir, let me make another bowl."
Wang Yun felt that the call was inexplicable and went to the kitchen. She immediately sent another message to Lin Yu to explain.
[Madam, I'm really sorry. It was my husband who said that the white fungus porridge I made was wrong. That's why I called you to ask for advice. I'm so sorry. Please go to bed early. 】
Lin Yu and Jin Suosuo were completely speechless when they saw the message.
"Is this dog man sick? What kind of white fungus porridge should I drink at night?"
"Besides, is the white fungus porridge I made so delicious? Why haven't I seen him praise me before?"
"You bitch man is just looking for trouble and deliberately tortures me with Aunt Yun's hands!"
Lin Yu was scolding vigorously when he saw another call from Wang Yun.
She gritted her teeth and answered.
"Madam, I'm so sorry. Can you come over tomorrow? Teach me personally how to make white fungus porridge."
Wang Yun's voice sounded like she was about to cry.
"Let Leng Yan answer the phone!"
Lin Yu said fiercely.
Wang Yun looked at Leng Yan and saw that Leng Yan had opened his eyes.
But he had no intention of answering the phone, so he stood up and walked upstairs.
"If you can't learn how to make white fungus porridge, just resign yourself."
Leng Yan knew that Lin Yu was now bolder, and if he answered the phone, he would definitely be scolded.
But Wang Yun and Lin Yu get along well, so if you throw the problem to Wang Yun, Lin Yu will fall into the trap.
"Ahhhhh!"
Sure enough, Lin Yu's hysterical voice came from behind.
She shouted into the phone, "Leng Banquet, just wait for me. I'll go tomorrow and I'll make you a pot of white fungus porridge. If you don't drink it, I'll rip off your head."
Leng Yan naturally heard it and felt a chill on his neck.
He touched his neck with his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a subtle arc.
During breakfast the next day, Leng Yan called Wang Yun to him.
"Sir, do you have any questions about breakfast?"
Wang Yun was trembling with fear.
"You don't have to take what I said last night seriously. You've done a good job. I'll give you an extra ten thousand this month."
"Ah?" Wang Yun was flattered.
Leng Yan continued, "My wife's hand is injured, did you know?"
Wang Yun nodded.
"I found a doctor for her, but she refused treatment. Today she is here. Please give her some advice. At least ask her why she is unwilling to receive treatment."
"Oh." Wang Yun understood that the ten thousand yuan was not for nothing.
However, even if she didn't have 10,000 yuan, she would still be willing to help with Leng Yan's instructions.
"Sir," she asked in confusion, "you obviously still care about your wife, why do you want to divorce her?"
"I don't care about her."
Leng Yan reluctantly denied that this was the second person who misunderstood him.
"Do as I say."
"Yes, sir." Wang Yun said nothing more knowingly.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Lin Yu came reluctantly.
She didn't expect that Leng Yan was still at home and sitting in the living room.
She gritted her teeth, regarded Leng Yan as a transparent person, and went directly to the kitchen.
"Madam, I'm really troubling you." Wang Yun was very sorry.
Lin Yu shook her head, she understood what was going on.
She patted Wang Yu's arm gently and said, "Aunt Yun, I have wronged you."
"No grievance, no grievance." Wang Yun shook her head repeatedly.
The two quickly got busy.
Wang Yun saw that Lin Yu's hands were really inconvenient.
"Madam, do you really not want to heal your hand? Why?"
In the living room, Leng Yan pricked up his ears.
