Feng Qing sat down on the sofa, looked at the dishes piled high, and said, "It's just the two of us. We can't eat so much, so we don't have to cook so many dishes."

"It's not much, it's only enough for two people."

He brought a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Feng Qing.

Let Feng Qing drink the soup first.

"You eat too."

"good."

Fang Yao did not refuse.

He cooked the meal and delivered it in an insulated lunch box, but he didn't have anything to eat.

She likes to eat with Feng Qing. She has a good appetite and will not eat less than a cat in order to maintain her figure like other wealthy ladies.

She eats as much as she can and whatever she likes.

She never treats her stomach badly.

"Ring ring ring..."

Feng Qing's cell phone rang in the ward.

"I'll get it for you."

Fang Yao put down his bowls and chopsticks, got up and went in to help Feng Qing get her cell phone out.

He handed the phone to Feng Qing and said, "It's Mr. Qiao calling."

Feng Qing answered quickly.

"Master Qiao."

Feng Qing smiled, "Have you come on vacation?"

"He's here. He's been very busy since he arrived. He hasn't had time to see you yet,"

Qiao Han's deep voice came over, and Fang Yao could hear it. He pursed his lips and continued to listen with open ears.

But she was complaining in her heart: Young Master Qiao had already told someone that she was a woman, so why did she still imitate how a man speaks, with her voice so low, and it sounded so pleasant to her ears.

His young lady had a good impression of Qiao Han.

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