He took a deep puff of the cigarette, and then extinguished most of the remaining cigarette: "It'snot badthen whatyou make me a cup of black tea, make it stronger" The ghost knows what he is saying now. Why hasn't that weird smell dissipated? He can't suppress it when he smokes. He hopes that drinking tea can suppress it
When the warm words came with the black tea, he blew it a few times and took a big gulp. It was a crime, he would never forget the weird smell mixed with black tea for the rest of his life. , I only know that he didn't eat at night, ran to the bathroom eighteen times throughout the night, and went to the hospital the next morning because he couldn't hold on anymore.
Wen Yan worked all afternoon yesterday and slept soundly at night. He didn't know how many crimes and tortures Mo Tingchen had suffered in one night, but he was vaguely aware that he woke up many times at night. When she got up the next day and didn't see him, she thought he had gone to the company. When she went downstairs to have breakfast, Liu Ma scolded her with a bitter face: "You're a sinner! The young master is in the hospital! Lao Lin and I have a hard stomach." , we will test the poison for you in the future, don't trouble the young master!"
She was full of question marks: "I also said why he seemed to be getting up all night last nightIs it so serious? Are you all right after eating? I'll go and see later."
Mama Liu stuffed a piece of cake into her hand, and pushed her out the door: "Old Lin is waiting for you outside, hurry up! Eat, eat, you still have the mind to eat!"
She gnawed on the pancake while walking out, not realizing the seriousness of the matter at all. She also ate it yesterday, and she was fine at all. How could Mo Tingchen be so serious?
When she got to the hospital and saw Mark Tingchen, she realized that Mama Liu wasn't exaggerating. It had been a long time since he looked so gloomy. During the infusion, the faintly visible blood vessels under the fair skin turned slightly blue, which was a lot of crimes.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to" Like a child who did something wrong, she grabbed the corner of her clothes and looked at her toes.
Mark Tingchen sighed: "Promise me, don't open a dessert shop, no, don't open a shop related to food, I will support whatever else you do, I'm fine"
She didn't believe that he was fine, and she was weak even to speak. But she is the axis, this is just the beginning, she will not give up easily: "I'm just learning, I will definitely study hard, I will definitely learn well, believe me."
His heart trembled: "You go I'll be fine after the infusion. I'll go to the company later. What should you do?"
Seeing that he didn't need to be hospitalized, she didn't insist on staying, and went back to Mu's house by herself, and then continued to study desserts
Whenever a finished product is finished and she feels good, she will take a photo and send it to Mark Mo Ting-chen for reference. Desserts must first look good, so that people will feel like eating at first glance. Taste is also very important, making people Aftertaste only repeat customers.
Every photo she sent out received a thoughtful, patient and tireless reply from Mark Tingchen: Please stop making desserts, think about making something else!
She ignored his request and persisted. After a whole day, there were two large plates of ready-made desserts piled up at home, and she dared not give them to him anymore. Apart from eating by herself, she distributed them to the servants of the Mu family. She has a background as a designer, and the appearance of the dessert can be made to look good, but the taste is still not good. From the initial unpalatable to barely edible, there has been no better progress.
In the evening, Mark Tingchen went home after confirming to Butler Lin that there was no 'dark food' left at home.
Wen Yan might have been tired, so he didn't toss around any more at night, and concentrated on reading books. He didn't know where she got so much energy, it was obviously not suitable for making desserts.
While eating dinner, Mark Tingchen received a message from Lin Sa on his mobile phone. He clicked on it, frowned, got up and walked to the side, and called the phone: "What's the matter? How could someone take such a thing?" Make a fuss?"
Lin Sa's tone was somewhat gloating: "Shaoqing has spent so many years with women, and finally capsized, and now the whole world knows that he is flirtatious. For a rich second generation like him, apart from affecting his personal reputation, this kind of thing has nothing to do with it. It seems to be nothing, I really don¡¯t know if those media are full and have nothing to do. But he is not a young man in his early twenties, let him be restrained, and don¡¯t wither early~¡±
Mark Tingchen is not as big as Lin Saxin. This incident is not accidental. The content of the news is a photo of Jing Shaoqing having fun at a nightclub. There is only one booth, Jing Shaoqing, a man, and a group of scantily dressed women. , the image of hugging left and right is somewhat influential, although he has seen it a lot in the past.
In the business field, Jing Shaoqing has never offended anyone, and this kind of thing has no impact on the business, so people have to wonder what the purpose of the person doing it is.
After hanging up the phone and returning to the dining table, Wen Yan asked him: "Did something happen?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com