The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 440: The Wulin Leader’s Fiancée (56)

After Su Xiangran returned to the Su residence, she immediately ordered Feitao to add another ice basin in the guest room.

"Miss, although the weather is hot, if you add a basin of ice, it might be bad for your health. Besides, you also said you wanted to prepare an ice bowl." Fei Tao said worriedly.

"I understand that women shouldn't be too greedy for coolness." Su Xiangran took a sip of the warm tea and explained slowly, "These are not prepared for me, but for when Master Ling arrives."

"He is a man, how could he be afraid of the heat?" Fei Tao was full of doubts and couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "First he was poisoned, and now he is afraid of the heat. Could it be that he is really a useless 'silver-plated spear head'!"

Although Feitao spoke softly, Su Xiangran heard it clearly, and the tea in her mouth that she had not yet swallowed almost gushed out.

I have to say, Fei Tao's metaphor is quite consistent with Ling Moqing's "crispy" attribute!

Su Xiangran suppressed her smile and scolded him with a stern face, "Don't be rude! Master Ling is my patient after all. Don't I know his basic physical condition? Hurry up and get ready."

Fei Tao responded helplessly and left in a hurry.

Not long after, there was a slight noise outside the door.

Su Xiangran looked up and saw a handsome figure standing at the door with his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Ling, you're here." Su Xiangran stood up to greet him with a smile.

Ling Moqing nodded slightly and walked into the room.

When he saw several ice basins in the room, a hint of barely perceptible joy flashed across his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.

Well! She still cares about herself, (*^_^*)

"Miss Su, you are so considerate." Ling Moqing sat down at the table and took the sour plum soup handed to him by Su Xiangran. "In such weather, with your arrangement and decoration, I don't feel any discomfort at all."

Su Xiangran chuckled and said, "As long as Master Ling likes it. I have asked someone to prepare an ice bowl. After we take a short break, we can enjoy it together."

"Thank you." Ling Moqing put down the bowl of soup in his hand, "Just now in the courtyard, you seemed to be crying, I don't know why."

"How come you still remember this?" Su Xiangran didn't even realize that there was a rare hint of anger in her words. "I just felt that seeing you working so hard because of a joke I made, I couldn't help but feel a little..."

The word "heartache" was not spoken out loud, but Ling Moqing understood what she meant.

After hearing this, Ling Moqing's mouth corners slightly raised. He was not angry because of Su Xiangran's joke. Instead, it was as if a big stone had fallen from his heart. He felt a lot more relaxed and his mood gradually calmed down.

He said seriously, "That's good. If you encounter anything, please tell me immediately.

No matter when and where you need help, I will lend a hand without hesitation and do my best to protect your safety. "

His tone was firm and powerful when he spoke, as if he was making a solemn oath to Su Xiangran.

Ling Moqing didn't care whether Su Xiangran was just teasing him. The only thing he cared about was whether she had been wronged or encountered difficulties.

"Mr. Ling, you..." Su Xiangran keenly caught the sincerity and concern in his words, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She stared into Ling Moqing's deep and passionate eyes, and the tenderness in her eyes became more and more intense.

At this moment, the originally harmonious and beautiful atmosphere between the two people underwent a subtle change, and an unprecedented emotion began to spread quietly in the air.

However, this tranquility was interrupted by the sudden sound of the door opening - Fei Tao walked in with a bowl of ice, instantly destroying this wonderful atmosphere.

Fei Tao handed the bowl of ice to Ling Moqing as instructed by her mistress.

"Eat a little!" Su Xiangran smiled and advised Ling Moqing, "Don't learn how to chop pork again. I was just joking with you before, but I didn't expect you to take it seriously. I have to apologize to you here."

"Miss Su, this is also for me to learn another skill, which is not a bad thing." Ling Moqing thanked her instead, "I should thank you. In just this month, our Juxianfang business has improved a lot, and I found that the skills I use are better."

"Mr. Ling, as long as you like it." Su Xiangran didn't expect that this man's love-brain problem was so serious, but she still needed to persuade him. "Since Mr. Ling has already learned this skill, he should take more rest!"

Ling Mo understood what she meant and nodded, "Well, I will listen to Miss Su."

"It's not that I have any prejudice against the profession of butcher, but the head of the Ling family will not agree with your choice." Su Xiangran bit her lip and prepared to take a dose of strong medicine. "Even if I broke off the engagement, the Su family probably wouldn't want to have a son-in-law like this."

After these words came out, Ling Moqing's expression froze for a moment, and then he asked with a trembling voice: "Miss Su, what do you mean just now..."