Li Beichen's eyes were calm.

He took the clothes and said solemnly, "I'm worried that you can't be tired."

"It will get better gradually. The doctor said that a good mood will be of great help to the condition. I am very happy when I think about living with you in the future."

Li Xiangwan looked at him, even happy and timid.

Li Beichen couldn't bear to say anything else. From now on, she would only have one kidney and would be unable to take care of herself.

He had the responsibility, "Go downstairs."

"Yes!" Li Xiangwan immediately held his arm.

A clean white shirt wrapped around his strong forearms, his shoulders were broad, his back was straight, and he looked extremely noble.

The two of them walked to the stairs, and the scent wafted from the kitchen.

Li Beichen suddenly saw that the woman busy back and forth in the kitchen glass was Wen Ning.

She has messy hair tangled on the side of her face, she is fair and fair, and she looks like a beautiful little cook wearing an apron.

Li Beichen's eyes were stunned. This scene was like a wife preparing breakfast for her husband, but they could no longer go back.

The next moment, his pupils froze, "Why is she in the house? Winter Mom!"

The man's roar made Wen Ning pause in the kitchen. She carried breakfast and walked out as fearlessly as possible.

At a glance, Li Xiangwan was seen holding his arm closely. They obviously came out of the second bedroom together.

Her eyes pierced, and she was about to explain,

Li Xiangwan stared at her and sneered, and immediately said innocently, "Third brother, actually last night I woke up in pain and saw that it was Winter Mom who secretly let her in. I'm sorry, I was soft-hearted at the time and thought she would get sick from the rain, so I didn't tell her.

You, you didn’t expect that she wouldn’t leave this morning, it’s my fault.”

Her words not only showed that she was kind-hearted, but also unintentionally dragged out Dong Ma as the culprit.

"It's none of your business!" Li Beichen sneered, "You mean well, but some people are shameless."

Wen Ning felt a little cold when he heard that he was obviously mocking her.

Just then, Dong Ma, who had gotten up late, came in from the backyard.

She was shocked when she saw that Wen Ning hadn't left.

Li Beichen asked coldly and harshly, "Dongma, you let her come into the house? You don't want to do it anymore?"

"First of all, sir." Dongma couldn't argue, she was going to be killed by the young mistress.

Wen Ning had a calm face, put the breakfast on the dining table, quickly stood in front of Winter Mother, and secretly squeezed her hand.

She raised her head and stared at Li Xiangwan, but she said it to Li Beichen, "Mother Winter was kind enough to give me an umbrella last night and let me go, but I threatened her with my child and forced her to let me in the house! With

She has nothing to do with it, I'm just clinging to you."

Li Beichen's chest heaved and he was so angry.

Li Xiangwan's eyes darkened. Was she using a broken jar to smash it?

Dong Ma looked at Wen Ning in surprise, not expecting the young mistress to distance herself from her.

"Come down, I've prepared breakfast for you." Wen Ning said warmly.

Li Beichen's facial features were tense and no one could see the bottom of his eyes. The tall man with long legs walked towards the table.

Wen Ning forced herself to ignore his expression and said softly, "You like it light, I made it Chinese and Western."

"Xiang Wan!" Li Beichen suddenly stretched out his hand, his eyes showing a sinister gleam, "You are in critical condition. We just have breakfast prepared by my servants. Come and eat."

Li Xiangwan paused and quickly held his hand.

Her eyes were filled with pride, and she stabbed Wen Ning with great pleasure.

Wen Ning watched helplessly as he pushed the breakfast she had carefully prepared for him many times to Li Xiangwan.

He cared deeply about Li Xiangwan.

Because she refused to leave, he gave her a new identity, a servant.

‘Subsida’, Wen Ning thought about these two words over and over again, each of which seemed to be pierced into the throat.

She told herself to be prepared, greet all his humiliation, and made it difficult, that was his anger.

Winning noodles were numb on his face, and stood there without moving.

How can I miss this opportunity to target her?


Chapter completed!