Master's Million Blind Wife

3He was so shocked that he took two steps back, as if he had discovered some incredible secret. He subconsciously looked back at the kitchen, but fortunately, Yem Qiaoyu did not walk out.    1

    

He hurriedly tiptoed back to the living room and obediently sat down on the sofa.    

    

In less than half an hour, Yem Qiaoyu came out with a bowl of steaming beef noodles. "The noodles are ready."    

    

Without hearing Huo Feng's reply, Yem Qiaoyu put the noodles on the table and turned around to walk to the living room. He saw Huo Feng sleeping on the sofa a few steps away.    

    

His face, which was covered with medical tape and gauze, was naturally not handsome at all. A pair of long legs casually laid on the ground. His sleeping posture was awkward and aggrieved, but the lights in the living room somehow felt warm on his body.    

    

Yem Qiaoyu looked down for a while and suddenly smiled. He raised his hand to touch his forehead.    

    

He did not know if it was because his wound was infected and had a fever.    

    

There was still water on his finger. A cool breeze touched Huo Feng's forehead. Before he could feel the temperature, his hand was grabbed by Huo Feng. The man clicked his tongue unhappily. "I'm sleeping. Stop messing around!"    

    

Huo Feng's hand was warm and strong. He used a lot of force. Yem Qiaoyu frowned slightly when he pinched it. He raised his hand and slapped his face. "Wake up! He woke up and ate the noodles!"    

    

Huo Feng opened his eyes in a daze. He saw a beautiful and delicate face. He was in a trance for a moment before he remembered where he was.    

    

He slept so fast that it was as if he had slept all the way to the end of the world.    

    

He was actually able to sleep so peacefully.    

    

"Sleeping for so long? Do you know where this is? "Yem Qiaoyu reminded.    

    

Huo Feng slowly narrowed his eyes. "Your home."    

    

"It's good that you know." Yem Qiaoyu stood up. "We're eating noodles."    

    

He got up in a hurry and forgot that his hand was still in Huo Feng's palm. He staggered a little and was pulled back by Huo Feng. Coincidentally, he fell into the sofa. Luckily, he was quick enough to support the sofa. Otherwise, he would have fallen directly on Huo Feng's body.    

    

One. They suddenly looked at each other. Yem Qiaoyu put his arms on Huo Feng's side and looked down at him with confusion. Yem Qiaoyu smiled and said, "What's wrong?"    

    

Huo Feng's face instantly turned red. "I... I didn't do it on purpose!"    

    

Yem Qiaoyu stood up and said in a light tone, "I know. Get up and eat. The noodles are going to be stuffed."    

    

Only then did Huo Feng sit up. In his mind, it was still Yem Qiaoyu's handsome face and his deep black eyes. He could only pat his face to calm his emotions before getting up and walking towards the dining table.    

    

He smelled the fragrance of beef noodles from far away. He swallowed his saliva and said, "The taste is not bad."    

    

Yem Qiaoyu set the chopsticks up for him. "Come and have a taste first."    

    

Huo Feng smiled and sat down. He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. Then his eyes lit up and he gave a thumbs up. "It's delicious."    

    

Yem Qiaoyu casually leaned against the back of the chair. He put one hand on the table and pressed his fingertip on the table. "If it's delicious, then eat it. It's all yours."    

    

Huo Feng wolfed down his noodles and did not forget to ask, "Why don't you eat it?"    

    

"I'm not hungry." Yem Qiaoyu looked at him with interest in his eyes. "I prefer watching others eat my food."    

    

Huo Feng nodded. He could not help but think of the ladies' dresses on the balcony.    

    

"You often cook for your girlfriend, right?" Huo Feng looked like he had experienced it before. "I understand. No wonder your cooking is so good! Your girlfriend is quite lucky! "