Chapter 107 Feed Me

an rolled her eyes and said even more angrily, "Get out! At least have the decency to tell me you were leaving. I woke up early!""My dear aunt, you can't blame me. I didn't tell you to go out this mor...Lin Jinran thought of Fu Laoye's reminder in the phone call, not to let Fu Mo寒 know that he had called her.

Immediately, he shook his head sheepishly, "No, not Grandpa."

After finishing, he felt unusually remorseful. This wasn't self-incrimination, was it

Fu Mochen gave her a deep look and didn't say much, "Let's go." He strode down the corridor.

Lin Jinran chased after him, but still didn't dare to get too close to Fu MoHan, worried about his condition, "Your hand, how is it"

"I won't die." Fu Mochen frowned, his expression not revealing much.

Lin Jinran no longer spoke, silently following him back to Fu's residence.

When Zhang Sao saw this, she felt another pang of heartache and quickly called the two people to have dinner.

Both of them came back from work, and neither had an appetite after what happened.

Zhang Sao insisted on not agreeing, reasoning that Fu Mo Han had a stomach ailment and Lin Jin Ran was too thin, so how could the two of them not eat dinner.

Two people sat down. After Zhang's wife and the maid served dinner, Zhang's wife let out an "Aiya" and gestured towards Lin Jinran with her chin, "Young Master injured his right hand, he can't use chopsticks. Young Madam, please help him."

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She blinked her long eyelashes, seeming not to quite grasp Zhang's meaning. Her right hand was indeed injured, but she still had her left hand, didn't she

Seeing Lin Jinran's clueless expression, Zhang Sao immediately guessed that he hadn't understood her meaning. She had no choice but to say again, "Madam, you should help Young Master with the dishes first."

Fu Mo's black eyes lifted, scanning Zhang Sao with a warning glint in them.

Zhang Sao had been by Old Master Fu's side for years, she was already immune to Fu Mo Han's gaze. She shifted her body slightly, with her back facing him, acting as if nothing had happened.

It was the old man's order, and she naturally had to fulfill it. She picked up a pair of chopsticks and put them in Lin Jinyan's hand.

"Zhang Sao, are you overstepping your boundaries" Fu Mo Han's voice was extremely low behind Zhang Sao, and even Lin Jin Ran could sense the displeasure in it.

Zhang Sao turned her head and smiled kindly at Fu Mo Han, "Young Master, you're being too serious. Since Young Master doesn't want to, then I'll just watch Young Master use a spoon with his left hand. Young Master using his left hand to eat is still something from when he was young."

Fu Mo Han and Lin Jin Ran, "..."

I think Zhang Sao resembles Old Master Fu in some ways. It really is true that "one becomes like the company one keeps." Growing up around someone influences your thoughts and perspectives to a certain extent.

Zhang's sister-in-law didn't care at all, and even took a spoon and fork over.

Lin Jin was quietly eating her dinner. She wasn't hungry at first, but the aroma of the food lured her appetite back.

Fu Mo'han's black eyes glanced at Lin Jinran, who was quietly eating with chopsticks beside him. He raised an eyebrow and commanded imperiously, "Feed me."

Lin Jinran suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with surprise, as if he hadn't quite reacted.

"...What"

"Didn't you see my right hand was injured" Fu Mo寒's black eyes were cold and shrouded Lin Jinyan, with a strong sense of oppression.

Lin Jinran really wanted to say, it's not that a spoon is needed, there are also forks, but when her eyes met Fu Mochen’s pair of bottomless black eyes.

She still obediently decided to feed Fu Mokhan first and talk later.

Lin Jinran changed a pair of chopsticks, and the distance between them became greater. She moved her chair closer to Fu Mochen, "Which one do you want to eat first"

"Whatever." Fu Mo's tone was still as cold and aloof.

Lin Jinran casually picked up a dish, supporting the plate with her other hand to prevent it from falling. She focused intently on Fu Mo'han's thin lips.

Her thin lips opened and closed, a frigid voice pouring out, "Lin Jinran, did you deliberately choose the one I dislike"up, clothes, and shoes. She turned her head to glance at the bottles and jars of makeup on the counter, and couldn't help but speak up, "Xiao Hong jie, take a look at your makeup on the counter, see i...