"Mr. Ouyang, what would you like to eat? I’ll go buy it for you."
"I want Chinese food, and I want you to make it yourself."
"But, there’s no kitchen in the hospital." Lin Yixun said with difficulty, "Mr. Ouyang, how about I make it for you after we get back home?"
"No, I want it now." Even though he was still sick, Ouyang Hao’s "prince syndrome" could not be cured. Seeing that Lin Yixun had not responded for a long time, he said wistfully, "Didn’t you say that if I woke up, you would listen to everything I say? You even said that if I asked you to go east, you wouldn’t go west. Are you just saying that to fool me?"
"Mr. Ouyang, I have no intention of fooling you."
"Then what do you mean?"
The little assistant couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped in to help Lin Yixun out, "Yixun, why don’t you go back to the hotel first and see if the kitchen there can be used?"
Lin Yixun thought this was a good idea. The hotel is not far from the hospital. She could borrow the hotel’s kitchen and then bring the food over. This might work.
"Then, Mr. Ouyang, please wait a moment. I will be back soon."
Ouyang Hao got his wish, raised his eyebrows with glee, leaned back on the cushion, feeling extremely satisfied.
This wooden block, although seemingly submissive before, had not missed many opportunities to oppose him in private. But now, caught red-handed, how could he not take advantage? If he didn’t make good use of this, he wouldn’t be called Ouyang Hao anymore.
Ouyang Hao was out of life-threatening danger, and Xiao Mu had sent everyone else back to the hotel. Everyone had waited all night outside the ward and must have been exhausted.
Since Xiao Mu was Ouyang Hao’s cousin, she naturally stayed behind. She stayed to take care of him and also to remind him of something.
Once everyone left, Xiao Mu immediately put on a stern face.
He raised his straight eyebrows and teased, "Sis, I’m fine now. Why do you still look so grim? It’s not good to always have such a stern face. Any man who sees it would turn away."
"Ouyang Hao, don’t try to evade my question. You should know why I am giving you this look."
"I’m not a mind reader. How would I know what you’re thinking?"
Xiao Mu ran out of patience, "Ouyang Hao, don’t think you can get away by playing dumb. Tell me honestly, do you like Lin Yixun?"
Ouyang Hao’s lips slightly tightened. So it was about this.
"Sis, since when are you so interested in my private life? This isn’t like you." Although Ouyang Hao’s face was still pale, there was a dazzling brilliance in his eyes. He slightly parted his thin lips and said indifferently, "Sis, what if I said I have a bit of interest in that girl?"
Xiao Mu was suddenly shocked, her eyes widening as she looked at him in disbelief.
Others might not understand her cousin, but she grew up with him. Because of his exceptional looks, Ouyang Hao was always surrounded by admirers since childhood, even in kindergarten. As he grew up, the number of girls who liked him only increased. From middle school to university, the love letters she handled for him filled several boxes.
With so many admirers, it wasn’t surprising that Ouyang Hao had numerous girlfriends, each more outstanding than the last. However, he only saw these women as short-term flings, seeking novelty and excitement.
In the past, she had asked him similar questions about whether he liked someone. His answer was always the same, "Sis, I’m just playing around. Why take it so seriously?"
But today, he half-jokingly, half-seriously said, "What if I have a bit of interest in that girl?"
Xiao Mu understood the implications very well.
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