si-mexico Chapter 384 Come up here quickly, come with me.
Chapter 384 Come up here quickly, come with me.
Ning Yao made enough chicken porridge for three or four adults, which was more than enough.
With Wen Tingye's permission, Guan Ying also received a small bowl.
Wen Tingye only showed his kindness because he remembered that Guan Ying had been waiting at the door for two hours. Otherwise, he would never have wanted his woman's food to be shared with others. Even if he couldn't eat it, he could put it back in the refrigerator and freeze it for the next day.
After Guan Ying finished eating, Wen Tingye sent her away, leaving only Ning Yao and him in the restaurant.
Originally, with Guan Ying as a third wheel, the atmosphere between the two was still manageable. Now that the only third wheel is gone, Ning Yao feels a little uncomfortable.
In particular, Wen Tingye ate his porridge while staring at her with an unbridled gaze, his eyes revealing a possessive desire.
Seeing a faint pink blush rise around Ning Yao's ears, Wen Tingye's lips curved into a smile.
Both of them were at a young age with needs, and they liked each other, even admired each other, so it was hard for them not to have feelings for one another.
Ning Yao felt that Wen Tingye's masculine aura was too obvious. It was no exaggeration to say that Wen Tingye's presence at this moment was like a bright flame. She was neither too far nor too close, but she could still get burned if she wasn't careful, especially her lower abdomen, which was burning particularly badly.
"Do you think your father-in-law's injuries can be healed with the spiritual spring of the White Flame Blood Jade?" Wen Tingye recalled the injuries he saw on Si Longshen's body when he bathed him.
His injuries were far more severe than those he had sustained on the battlefield; his skin was torn open, and new and old wounds were intertwined, a truly shocking sight.
Currently, Si Longshen is nothing more than an outsider to him, and he only becomes close to him because of his relationship with Ning Yao.
Even he, an outsider, felt uncomfortable, angry, and heartbroken upon seeing this, let alone Ning Yao, a younger generation who is her daughter.
"I'll try my best once he's rested," Ning Yao said, frowning.
Fresh wounds are easy to heal. When she was subjected to slow slicing, there was hardly a patch of undamaged flesh on her body, but Bai Yan Xue Fei healed her.
As for the old injury, Ning Yao was unsure. She had tried it before. Old Master Wen's previous chronic illness had been present for more than ten years. She could clear his meridians in a short time, allowing his blood to circulate and better restore his immunity.
Ultimately, medication or even surgery prescribed by a doctor is needed to treat this disease effectively.
“You also have injuries. I’ll heal you after you finish eating.” Ning Yao remembered that Wen Tingye’s clothes were torn in several places. Although they were dark-colored, she could still smell a faint scent of blood on him.
It wasn't a fatal wound, and it wouldn't even affect Wen Tingye's health; Ning Yao had witnessed his recovery ability firsthand.
But wounds hurt, and Ning Yao didn't want Wen Tingye to feel pain, even for a small wound.
"No need, this little injury is nothing to worry about." Wen Tingye didn't care about his injury and didn't want Ning Yao to waste her energy on such a minor wound.
He often leads his mercenaries on missions in various countries, experiencing both major and minor injuries. His body has long since adapted to the frequency of injuries and developed its own recovery immunity, which is stronger than that of ordinary people.
Perhaps this is because the environment shapes the person; the human body has regulatory functions.
If he gets injured frequently, he needs a more robust physique to adapt, otherwise he's likely to die.
Ning Yao was furious when she heard Wen Tingye refuse to let her heal his wounds.
When Ning Yao got angry, she wanted to punch Wen Tingye twice.
This man needs to be taught a lesson. He's healthy, so he just goes around recklessly, without thinking about what will happen to him when he gets old.
While young and strong, we do have a strong ability to recover, but the healing of superficial wounds does not mean that the internal damage is gone. Many ailments only recur when we get old. Take those older generation soldiers, for example; which one of them wasn't plagued by illness and tormented terribly in their later years?
Ning Yao suddenly spoke, her tone icy and sinister: "Have you ever heard a saying?"
Wen Tingye, still savoring the last spoonful of chicken soup porridge, scooped it up and placed it into those sexy, thin lips.
"Hmm? What did you say?" The man uttered a low murmur.
Ning Yao sensed that Wen Tingye's Adam's apple trembled slightly as he spoke, his face was cold and stern, and his voice was deep and deadly, exuding a fatal attraction.
"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him. You've eaten my food, so you have to listen to me, no questions asked." Ning Yao tried her best to resist Wen Tingye, not wanting her heart to be seduced.
While they were talking, she didn't even dare to look into Wen Tingye's deep eyes, for fear of being drawn in, and she started to stare blankly for no reason again.
"Oh?" After finishing his meal, Wen Tingye put down his spoon and bowl, and smiled meaningfully.
Ning Yao was most afraid of Wen Tingye showing such a smile. Every time this man smiled, it meant he had plotted something against her.
In short, Ning Yao rarely had the upper hand with Wen Tingye; in every aspect, she was completely suppressed.
Seeing the weariness in Ning Yao's eyes, Wen Tingye felt a slight pang of pain in his heart.
He had an urge to keep Ning Yao at home, to let her live a carefree life and do whatever she liked every day.
He would guard Ning Yao from outside a protective circle, ensuring she had no worries whatsoever, and she would be all smiles every day, like a little fool.
Ning Yao suddenly felt light as she was lifted up horizontally. She instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around Wen Tingye's neck.
"Go to sleep, we'll talk about everything after you wake up." Wen Tingye watched his step carefully, afraid of losing his footing, and swayed the woman in his arms.
By this time, all the people from the Simen had dispersed, and there was no sound; the surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Therefore, Wen Tingye's voice was exceptionally clear.
Ning Yao leaned against Wen Tingye's chest. The man's chest vibrated gently as he spoke, sending a tingling sensation into Ning Yao's ears. His every step was steady, which made her feel at ease.
Ning Yao wrapped her arms around Wen Tingye's neck, but was pricked by the short hair at the back of Wen Tingye's head. Her slender, white fingers immediately and gently tightened their grip.
In the eyes of her employees and subordinates, she is the omnipotent Boss Ning.
In her friends' eyes, she is a capable and reliable haven.
In the eyes of the children, she is like a towering tree that will never fall.
In front of Wen Tingye, she could always be a carefree little good-for-nothing, even if she didn't know anything.
Wen Tingye could open the bottle caps for her, and he could even feed her food.
While Ning Yao was lost in thought, Wen Tingye had already carried her into the bedroom and gently placed her on the soft bed.
On the way to put Ning Yao down, Wen Tingye's eyes were fixed on her, never leaving her for a moment, a gentle yet deadly gaze.
After tucking the snow-white blanket in, Wen Tingye kissed Ning Yao's forehead and turned to leave.
Before she could even take a step out, a small white hand reached out from under the covers and grabbed her hem.
Noticing Ning Yao's little movement, he turned around and glanced at the person under the covers.
Wen Tingye's lips curved into a beautiful smile, his eyes brimming with laughter.
Wen Tingye didn't leave. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, rested his left hand on the side of the bed, leaned slightly forward, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"Aren't you coming up with me?" Ning Yao only showed half of her head, her lips moving inside the blanket, her voice muffled.