"Next time I'll let the chef do it better." Li Jingting coughed lowly and said with a smile on his lips.

The chef stood aside, and was so shocked that he was sweating coldly on his back.

Ye Pianran didn't say anything, drank the soup on his own, and the bowl of soup was soon seen.

Li Jingting glanced at it and asked softly: "Do you still want it?"

Although I asked her, I did not obtain her consent. As I spoke, I took a spoon to serve her soup.

He hoped she would drink all...

Ye Pianran kept lowering his head and drinking the soup quietly.

Li Jingting kept staring at her side face. Her already sharp side face looked even sharper at this moment, and her chin was pointed into awls.

A hint of heartache flashed in his heart. Li Jingting hesitated for a second, and then slowly spoke: "I have asked Sister Nan Zhen to prepare the plane. When you have rested, you can arrange for Xiao Chengzi to return to City G."

Ye Pianran originally thought that he said he was just talking casually when he returned to City G, but he didn't expect that he would move so quickly...

"I won't go back to City G for the time being." After a while of silence, Ye Pianran slowly put down the spoon and opened his mouth slightly.

Hu Mei is still in London, and she must go to find her.

At least I have to ask her what happened back then and why she abandoned her.

"I'm full, go and see the little orange first." Ye Pianran said, and slowly stood up.

Li Jingting frowned violently, subconsciously stood up, grabbed Ye Pianran's hand with his big hand, "Why don't you go back to City G? What do you want to do, tell me your plans."

He didn't want to know nothing about her anymore.

Ye Pianran looked down at his hand holding his wrist, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why did you want to go back to City G? Ye Pianran from City G has long been dead. The plane crashed and fell into the sea and died."

"What are you talking about?" Li Jingting stood up with some displeasure.

"I'm talking about the facts." Ye Pianran murmured softly.

Li Jingting wrapped her into his arms vigorously, putting his chin on her head, "Stop saying such things, I will cancel my engagement with Yan Muchun immediately. We will remarry. This time, we will get married like a real marriage."

Ye Pianran laughed at himself: "A marriage has consumed all my energy. I don't have the energy to get married again, especially the same person, not to mention that he still killed my father's murderer."

Li Jingting's face was filled with gloom.

Ye Pianran broke away from him coldly and turned slowly. As soon as he walked to the stairs, he happened to face Nan Zhen who was coming down from the upstairs.

Nan Zhen changed into a burgundy sweater, with a tight design, and his long purple hair was scattered. Looking at her, his eyes moved.

"I went to rest after eating. It was very bad for my health. Girls! I should take care of my body more. I was about to enjoy the flowers. Do I want to go together?"

Ye Pianran nodded gently.

She was also asking Nan Zhen for something.

"Then let's go!" Nan Zhen raised his beautiful chin slightly and blinked.

Ye Pianran curled up his fingertips and turned around and followed.

"I advise you to wash your hands and make soup in the kitchen! Learn more about cooking skills from the chefs to better please people."

Seeing that Li Jingting was about to follow, Nan Zhen immediately turned his head, spoke out to stop him, and turned around with a chuckle.

Li Jingting's face was covered in darkness.

He lowered his curse in anger.

.........

Ye Pianran originally wanted to say what kind of flowers can be appreciated this season.

But when he walked to the garden, Ye Pianran was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

Behind the manor, the wide gardens are of different colors, and are as colorful as if they are in a botanical garden.

Sycamore trees are planted on both sides of the garden.

Ye Pianran always thought that trees like sycamore trees are difficult to feed, and at least in London, it is difficult to survive. So when he saw so many sycamore trees, he was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide.

"These sycamore trees are so well raised." She sighed with her back straight.

Nan Zhen smiled and turned to look at her, "Do you like Wutong too? I heard... Wutong's flower language is........ The first love is coming? Do you think of your first love?"

First love...
Chapter completed!