"……real?"

"Really." The man was lying nonsense, but every word was extremely sincere: "I have listened to some medical students in college and I am very sure of handling trauma."

In Yan Xiaye's mind, the name Li Yuntang is probably equivalent to omnipotence.

She blinked suspiciously, accepted the statement with difficulty, and ran to the living room to get the medicine box.

When she took out the gauze, she found that a box of antipyretic tablets inside were scattered everywhere, as if they had been roughly kneaded.

She took it out separately, a little worried that this would stain the gauze: "Uncle, is this the case of this box of medicine before?"

Looking at the physical evidence left last night, Li Yuntang rarely got stuck.

He glanced at Yan Xiaye with deep meaning. His gaze lingered slightly on her slightly swollen lips, and his tone was indifferent and very cold: "Yes."

Yan Xiaye didn't know how to provoke his uncle if he asked a question. He was tactful and avoided talking about this box of miserable pills and focused on rebanding the medicine for him.

Since she was not proficient in these things, she carefully considered each movement and wrapped the gauze around at a speed.

Li Yuntang was rare and patient. Looking at her focused look, she found that Yan Xiaye had a unique style compared to last night.

Yan Xiaye didn't know what the man was thinking, and some sweat came out of his forehead nervously. He was afraid that the movement was too slow and made the man impatient, so he had to speak without saying a word: "Did I have made it last night

Ugly? Sorry, the purpose of my follower is not to let my uncle take care of me."

"You...forgot all?"

Realizing that Yan Xiaye had forgotten the "passionate pursuit" of him last night, Li Yuntang unconsciously pondered for a moment, and felt a little more displeasure in his heart.

In his past life experience, he was pursued by women and even proposed marriages a lot.

But it was the first time he had seen him after he had flirted with him like Yan Xiaye.

Impressing that my uncle seemed to be in unhappy memories, Yan Xiaye shook his body, avoiding the chill and pressure surrounding him, and taking this opportunity to wrap his hand into rice dumplings, and finally ended with a long-tail bow.

.

"Little uncle, little uncle?"

Li Yuntang came to his senses and saw the little woman who was displeased with him with a sweet smile. She leaned in front of him with a wink, and signaled him to see the much heavier right hand.

"How is it, I will definitely watch you this time and not let it get wet."

Li Yuntang's answer was only silent.

Even if it goes against his will, he really cannot agree with this bandaging technique.

Yan Xiaye's smile gradually became awkward, and finally she sighed and lowered her head: "I'd better ask Mr. Yan Jiu to come."

"Forget it." Li Yuntang grabbed her thin and boneless wrist and stopped her behavior lightly, and focused on her gurgling flat belly: "You drive and go out for dinner."

...

Sitting on the black Hummer that Li Yuntang was used to driving, Yan Xiaye tossed and twisted his butt, and his hand holding the steering wheel was shaking slightly.

She had obtained a driver's license when she was eighteen years old. If she were alone, she wouldn't feel anything scary. However, once there was more Li Yuntang in the car, she would inevitably be too cautious and even doubt her abilities.

"Uh, uncle." After a while of confusion, she turned her face apologetically and looked at Li Yuntang, who was in the co-pilot: "I haven't driven a car for many years. Is it better for us to take a taxi? Otherwise, you can call a driver to come.

That's OK."

"You come and drive." Li Yuntang directly rejected her two plans. Seeing her falling down her face, she made an exception and added: "You have good driving skills. I discovered it when I was in the racing stadium. I knew you can, you

You should also have more confidence in yourself.”

Looking at the man's cold and elegant gaze, Yan Xiaye pursed his lips and turned the keys hard: "Or, why don't you, uncle, go to the back seat and sit behind the cab. I heard that if there is a car accident,

There is the safest location.”

Li Yuntang's pupils were as deep as abyss, reflecting her tight and restrained side face, "Will you make something wrong with me?"

She didn't think about it: "Absolutely not."

He gently raised the corners of his lips: "Will that be enough?"

With Li Yuntang's affirmation, Yan Xiaye performed much better than she thought.

Half an hour later, she carefully drove the car into the parking lot without any common mistakes from female drivers.

"Well done." Looking sideways, Yan Xiaye smashed her face down on the steering wheel. Li Yuntang raised his hand and stroked her hair: "What do you want to eat?"

She answered truthfully: "I don't want to eat anything..."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Uh!" Yan Xiaye stood up alertly, looked at the uncle's smile, and quickly changed his words: "I want to eat sweet and sour lotus root."

...

Jiangcheng Hotel is as prosperous as ever.

Yan Xiaye then remembered that she forgot to make an appointment in advance. When passing by a large number of diners waiting for tables outside the door, she secretly pulled Li Yuntang's corner of her clothes: "Uncle, there is no seat if there is no appointment in this kind of place, so it's better to change it.

.”

"You're right." Li Yuntang nodded slightly, pulled her back and continued to move forward, and stood at the front desk: "The wallet is in the right pocket."

She didn't understand why, and she turned around half a circle next to him like a little squirrel, took out her wallet and presented it with her hands.

Li Yuntang signaled her to open it, stretched out her finger and pointed out a silver-gray card from the card bag, and pulled it out to show it to the front desk: "Do I have any private room here?"

"You are..." The front desk lady was staring at this handsome man and couldn't come back to her senses. She took the card and then met him with the legendary name. She quickly called the waiter in a low voice: "Take Mr. and Mrs. Shiba to No. 2

Private room.”

Along the way, Yan Xiaye, with the envious jealous eyes of the diners waiting for him, deeply felt that Li Yuntang could do anything.

Many years ago, she came here to eat alone. She was basking in the sun for two hours before she could wait for the seat. Before she could eat, she lost her appetite. Even the recommended dishes for the chef, known as the descendant of the imperial chef, could not let her eat a few more bites.

When I arrived at the private room, Yan Xiaye did not need Li Yuntang to arrange it. He took the menu and ordered all kinds of shrimps on it.

Li Yuntang narrowed his black eyes slightly, and said lightly before the waiter left: "Add another sweet and sour lotus root."

The waiter immediately responded and walked backwards out of the box.

There were only two people left again. Li Yuntang tapped his slender fingers on the table and said lightly: "How do you know that I like eating shrimp?"

"It was what my grandfather told me before." Yan Xiaye's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the sadness made her lower her voice: "When grandfather was still alive, I heard something about his uncle from him."

She didn't know why Li Yuntang abandoned the Li family at the age of 20, so she didn't plan to say anything more. She only picked up the memories of her and Mr. Li and said: "Grandpa said you like eating shrimp since you were a child, but you don't have the patience to peel it."
Chapter completed!