Liu Yawen took a step forward and hugged her hands in front of her chest, "Yes, I don't understand, she...is something worthy of your liking?"

Mu Lingfeng turned his face and smiled sarcastically at Liu Yawen, "People like you will never understand."

"What do you mean?" Liu Yawen stomped her feet angrily and began to act coquettishly.

Mu's mother, who was sitting on the ward, heard Liu Yawen's coquettish voice and was curious about what the two were doing. She was about to poke her head up and look at her when Mu Lingfeng just walked in.

"Mom, are you as naughty?" Looking at the scene of her mother, Mu Lingfeng had to hold his forehead and smile.

Mu Mu put her legs awkwardly and rolled her eyes at her son, "I'm not this, I'm afraid you're bullying Yawen, so I'm thinking about it."

"Mom, just take good care of your illness. Don't think about so many other things." Mu Lingfeng took the opportunity to find a stool to sit down.

Liu Yawen happened to walk in and continued to feed Mu's mother.

"Auntie, do you say Ling Feng has a temper, is he particularly like you?" Liu Yawen saw that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so she spoke to change the topic.

Mu's mother was confused and spoke with a little sad, "It's not like me, I don't have that stubborn temper. Only his father is so stubborn."

"Auntie, don't be sad. This is not a big deal." Liu Yawen smiled with her face, feeling a little coquettish.

Mu Lingfeng, who was beside him, remained silent, his face turned ashen, and he looked very ugly.

Mu Family—

Zhuang Yan, who returned to Mu's house with a heavy mood, sat blankly on the sofa, her eyes full of infinite hollowness, and her little face was a little white, which made people feel distressed.

After a while, Zhuang Yan moved and saw the shiny ring on her ring finger. Crystal tears kept spinning in her eyes, but finally fell down.

"Yanyan, no matter what is on the road ahead, can we face it together?"

"I don't want to see this woman!"

These two sentences kept flashing in Zhuang Yan's mind, and her mind was confused.

"Miss Zhuang, Miss Zhuang, are you okay?" Mrs. Chen looked at Zhuang Yan with empty eyes and asked with great concern.

Zhuang Yan looked at Chen Sao who was watering the flowers and asked embarrassedly: "Sister Chen, do you think that in this world, do all mothers-in-laws don't like the people her son likes?"

When Mrs. Chen heard this, she immediately understood what Zhuang Yan meant, "Miss Zhuang, I think you are a favorite girl. If you can let others see your sincerity, I believe she will like you."

"Really?" Zhuang Yan's eyes suddenly shone with light when she heard this.

Mrs. Chen looked at Zhuang Yan and the corner of her mouth floated, "Of course it's true."

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt at ease, and she suddenly felt enlightened. Mu Lingfeng's mother didn't understand her and didn't know what kind of person she was. Why did she make people like her?

As soon as he thought of this, Zhuang Yan stood up, "Sister Chen, teach me how to make chicken soup. Ling Feng's mother is sick. I want to make some soup for her."

"Miss Zhuang, you have such a good attitude." Mrs. Chen squinted her eyes and smiled, looking very appreciative.

As the two of them finished speaking, they went straight into the kitchen and started to work hard.

"Miss Zhuang, the most important thing about chicken soup is its fragrance and nutritional value." Mrs. Chen began to say in a mess. "So these essential ingredients are indispensable, wolfberry, mushrooms, red dates and other things are all essential."

"It is their existence that makes the chicken soup more delicious."

Zhuang Yan seemed to suddenly think of something, "Just like our lives, if you want to live a happy life, you must not miss anything you need."

After saying that, a satisfactory curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mrs. Chen also felt reasonable and smiled with relief, "Miss Zhuang, can I call your wife directly in a short time?"

As soon as these words were said, Zhuang Yan immediately blushed, "Sister Chen, don't laugh at me."

The two of them stayed in the kitchen for a long time, and Zhuang Yan squatted by the stove carefully, for fear that if she was not careful, she would miss the best time.

Mrs. Chen, who was watching Zhuang Yan's every move, was so warm that she felt very warm.

An hour later, the chicken soup was out of the pot. Zhuang Yan couldn't wait for a long time, so he brought the chicken soup and hurried to the hospital.

Hospital.

Mu's mother was already asleep, pressing her hands between the quilt, and she was a standard image of a noble lady. Liu Yawen was no longer in the ward, but she just couldn't see the corner, and I don't know if Mu Lingfeng was there.

Zhuang Yan hesitated for a long time, but chose to call Mu Lingfeng first, "Hey, are you in the ward? I'm at the door of the ward now."

As soon as Mu Lingfeng received the call, he quickly tiptoed out.

"Yanyan, are you okay?" As soon as I saw Zhuang Yan, Mu Lingfeng did not ask why Zhuang Yan came to the hospital again, but just cared about whether she was better.

It was gratifying that Zhuang Yan showed a big smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine." "This is a chicken soup made for the aunt. You can send it to her, and I won't go in."

When Mu Lingfeng heard this, he felt a little distressed in his eyes, "Yanyan, thank you, you are so nice." After saying that, he kissed his forehead gently.

Zhuang Yan smiled and felt very comfortable, "Ling Feng, then I'll leave."

"I want to give it to you." Mu Lingfeng pulled the woman into his arms, reluctant to let the woman go half a step away from him.

Zhuang Yan pouted, "When you send me back, the chicken soup is cold, so you should go in quickly. I'll ask Aqiang to send me."

"What a well-behaved little wife." Mu Lingfeng looked at Zhuang Yan gently, with a happy face.

Aqiang came over and respectfully said, "Let's go, ma'am."

"Ah? What are you calling me?" Zhuang Yan was very surprised and stared at Mu Lingfeng with a smile on her face.

Mu Lingfeng smiled embarrassedly, his eyes full of bad intentions, "You agreed to my proposal yesterday. Then, it is reasonable for Aqiang to call you your wife."

"I'm not. I haven't married you yet. Aqiang, you should call me Miss Zhuang. I'm used to it."

Aqiang looked at Mu Lingfeng who was rolling his eyes, then looked at Zhuang Yan's expression of flipping his waist, and had to speak again, "Miss Zhuang, I'll take you back."

The two left then, leaving Mu Lingfeng with a embarrassed smile on his face.

When he walked into the ward, he found that Mu's mother had already woken up. Mu Lingfeng put down the chicken soup and smiled, "Mom, you are awake, drink some chicken soup. The doctor said it is good for you and can be supplemented."

Mu Mu looked at the chicken soup wrapped in the lunch box and asked in confusion, "Where does this chicken soup come from?"

Mu Lingfeng was stunned. If he said that this was the chicken soup made by Yanyan, would his mother not drink it in anger? If he didn't say it, how would he answer?

"I... I just saw someone put it at the door. When I went out, I looked at the shadow of a woman." Mu Lingfeng replied anxiously, his eyelashes kept inflating him.

"You said, could it be Yawen? This girl is so thoughtful. Come on, give me a try." Mu's mother looked happy and a little excited.

When she heard that the person her mother suspected was Liu Yawen, Mu Lingfeng sighed, "It's not Liu Yawen. Just like the young lady in her day, how could she make soup?"

"Well... it's really delicious, delicious!" Mu Mu couldn't help but exclaim, ignoring her son's words.

Early the next morning.

While Mu Lingfeng was still sleeping in the bed, Zhuang Yan was completely awake and gently came out of Mu Lingfeng's arms. Zhuang Yan couldn't wait to walk into the kitchen and started the stove.

Not long after, Mu Lingfeng stretched out and got up. The person beside the bed was no longer there. Mu Lingfeng groped and smelled a scent clearly.

"Yanyan?" Mu Lingfeng tried to call out with a hoarse voice.

Zhuang Yan in the kitchen was busy enjoying the joy of stewing chicken soup, and did not hear Mu Lingfeng's voice.

He simply went up and surrounded the woman's waist from behind, "Yanyan, you got up so early, just to make chicken soup?" Mu Lingfeng leaned against Zhuang Yan softly and murmured.

Zhuang Yan smiled happily, "Okay, go wash up and eat something and prepare to leave." "Then go to the hospital first and give this to your mother before going to work."

"What about you?" Mu Lingfeng hugged the woman tighter, like a piece of ketchup sticking to Zhuang Yan.

"I'm going to film. I've been taking a few days off. If I don't go, Director Shen will scold me to death. He has always been the second female lead, so he can't be so arrogant." Zhuang Yan smiled contentedly, feeling very comforted.

Some other emotions flashed in Mu Lingfeng's eyes, and he was pushed into the bathroom by Zhuang Yan.

Hospital.

As soon as I walked into the ward, I found that my mother was still sleeping, and there was only one aunt taking care of her. "Auntie, remember to let my mother drink this chicken soup, and I will leave first."

Aunt Yan looked at the chicken soup and asked, "Young Master, did the old lady drink this chicken soup yesterday?"

Mu Lingfeng nodded and asked strangely what was wrong.

"The old woman said that the chicken soup is delicious, but I don't know who gave it to you, and it also means I hope you can drink it tomorrow." Aunt Yan lowered her head and said silently.

Hearing this, Mu Lingfeng looked at his mother thoughtfully, "I believe that you will definitely like her in the future." Mu Lingfeng thought this way, and a smile appeared on his lips.

In the next few days, Mu Lingfeng would come early to deliver chicken soup. When Mu's mother was still asleep, Aunt Yan had just gotten up.

What’s even more strange is that the box lunches that give chicken soup are the same every day, but the chicken soup is different every day.

Mu's mother, who was drinking chicken soup, was very puzzled and finally spoke in confusion, "Aunt Yan, the young master has never said that this chicken soup, who made it?"

No matter what, Mu Mu was still quite moved. Who was so sad about her body?

Aunt Yan narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Old Madam, you said, can you be the young master? It's just that he is not good at expressing himself, but the young master is still very attentive to you."

Mu's mother shook her head in confusion, "The young master's craftsmanship is not so good."
Chapter completed!