"Yao Ting, stop talking nonsense." Zhang Zhiling said angrily.
"Miss Zhang, Ou Qingheng is not here, no one will notice you pretending to be virtuous, why bother?" Yao Ting fed An An the last mouthful of porridge, then wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and glanced at Zhang Zhiling with disdain. , "But Miss Zhang, I don't think you are particularly good at pretending to be moral. If you want a man's pity, at least you can't be too fierce. As for you, tsk tsk, you are just like a tigress. Compared with Yiyi, you are terrible." It’s not the same grade. Apart from the appearance, it’s pretty good, but I really can’t find anything good in other aspects.”
Zhang Zhiling was about to get angry, but the next second, she suddenly smiled slyly and was no longer angry.
She sat back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and smiled casually: "Yao Ting, I know you are jealous of me, and you are fighting for Yao Yiyi, but Qingheng and I are about to get engaged, and it is only a matter of time before we get married. , An'an will also be my son by then, and since he is my son, I should be nice to him. No matter how you sow discord, you can't estrange the mother-son relationship between me and him."
“…”
Yao Ting was speechless.
A tree cannot survive without its bark; a man has no shame and is invincible in the world.
"An An, she wants to be your mother, what do you think?" Yao Ting pointed at Zhang Zhiling and gave An An a choice.
An An glanced at Zhang Zhiling, shook her head, and said in a sweet voice: "It's not as good-looking as my mother, so I don't want it."
"Be good!" Yao Ting stroked An An's little head and said with a smile: "Miss Zhang, if you want to be a cheap mother, it depends on whether the child wants to be your cheap son. I'm sorry. It's only your fault that you look a little ugly. , An An is a beauty control."
Zhang Zhiling laughed angrily.
She has outstanding appearance and comes from a famous family, and no one has ever dared to call her ugly. This woman is really capable, and he actually humiliated her like this.
"Tingting, don't talk nonsense. Miss Zhang is here as a guest." Yao Yiyi said, changing the topic very smartly: "Miss Zhang, we are going to eat. If you haven't eaten yet, you can eat together if you don't mind. .”
Zhang Zhiling wanted to say something, but her sharp eyes saw the door of the ward being opened. Yao Yiyi and Yao Ting did not see it because both Yao Yiyi and Yao Ting had their backs to the door.
She rolled her eyes and said with a flowery smile: "Okay. Sister Yiyi, when I first met you, I felt like old friends at first sight. I wanted to have a close relationship with you, but I didn't expect that you would suddenly divorce Brother Ou. , I thought we wouldn’t see each other again, but I didn’t expect to see him again after going round and round, and I was actually quite happy.”
Yao Ting looked at Zhang Zhiling as if she had seen a ghost, wondering what she was having.
"Miss Zhang, did you take the wrong medicine?" Yao Ting asked politely.
Yao Yiyi also feels this way.
"Sister Yiyi, I brought you some delicious food. Do you like it if you try it?" Zhang Zhiling handed the chopsticks to Yao Yiyi with a hint of attentiveness in her tone.
Yao Yiyi took the chopsticks. The next second, the chopsticks in her hand were taken away. She turned her head and saw that it was Ou Qingheng.
"Qingheng, you're back." Yao Yiyi said with a smile.
Ou Qingheng placed a kiss on her forehead, then looked at Zhang Zhiling and said, "Why are you here?"
Zhang Zhiling pointed to the food on the table and said with a smile: "Brother Ou, An An is like this because of me. In order to apologize, I asked the servant to make him some delicious food. I made a lot of it. I just wanted to give it to Sister Yiyi, so you can have a taste when you come."
Ou Qingheng glanced at the food on the table and said coldly: "Take it back."
Zhang Zhiling's expression did not change, but she looked at Yao Yiyi and said, "Sister Yiyi, this is my heart after all, can you give me some face?"
Yao Yiyi pulled Ou Qingheng and sat on the sofa next to her. Then she took another pair of chopsticks from the table, picked up a piece of meat and handed it to Ou Qingheng's mouth. She smiled and said, "Try it and see how it tastes." Sample?"
Ou Qingheng opened his mouth and ate it in. Yao Yiyi smiled and said, "Does it taste good?"
"You're feeding well." Ou Qingheng said with dignity.
Yao Yiyi fed him a few more mouthfuls.
An An jumped on the bed: "Mom, An An wants it too."
"An'an, dear, you can't eat these greasy meats now. Mom will cook for you in person after you are discharged from the hospital in two days."
An An frowned in grievance, but there was no fuss.
"Tingting, come over and have something to eat. It's getting late. I think you must be hungry too." Yao Yiyi said to Yao Ting.
Yao Ting walked over and blocked Zhang Zhiling's gaze from Ou Qingheng, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Yao Yiyi, Ou Qingheng and Yao Ting ate enthusiastically, but Zhang Zhiling was blocked from the outside. She obviously brought the food, but she didn't expect that she was watching them eat like an outsider, with countless emotions rolling in her eyes. I felt extremely uncomfortable.
Zhang Zhiling couldn't bear to be ignored, so she said: "Brother Ou, the crayfish you just ate was cooked by me myself. I heard from my aunt that you like crayfish, so I specially asked the servant to cook it early in the morning. I went to the beach to keep watch, and when the fishermen came back from the sea, I bought fresh ones.”
Yao Yiyi looked at the crayfish she had just picked up in her chopsticks. After thinking about it, she turned it around and put it into her mouth.
She gulped it down and said sincerely: "Ms. Zhang, the crayfish is very authentic. If you made this, it means your cooking skills are really great. I like it very much." It was as if she wanted to do it deliberately. Seeing that Zhang Zhiling had made a fool of herself, Yao Yiyi added nonchalantly: "Ms. Zhang, I forgot to tell you. In fact, I like to eat crayfish, not Qingheng. Because I like it, and he was forced by me, he slowly I like it, thank you very much for the dishes you sent me.”
Zhang Zhiling's hand on her lap slowly clenched and then relaxed.
She said with a smile, "Sister Yiyi, you really love to joke."
Yao Yiyi blinked twice, looked at Ou Qingheng, and said playfully: "Qingheng, do you like crayfish? I really don't know."
"I don't like it." Ou Qingheng denied it.
Yao Yiyi shrugged and said with a smile: "Miss Zhang, as you can see, Qingheng has a very picky taste. Don't mind it."
The smile on Zhang Zhiling's face faded a lot, and she suppressed her temper.
"I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first." Zhang Zhiling stood up and left in a hurry on high heels without waiting for anyone else to respond. Her back looked a little embarrassed.
Yao Ting ate her food happily, and she was really not polite at all.
Before she finished the food in her mouth, she gave Yao Yiyi a thumbs up and said, "Honey, cool!"
As he spoke, two grains of rice spewed out from his mouth from time to time.
Ou Qingheng glanced at her lightly, and Yao Ting immediately swallowed the rice in her mouth and said in a flattering manner: "Sorry, I was so happy just now, President Ou, you eat."
Ou Qingheng lowered his head again and ate the food fed by Yao Yiyi. After finishing it, he commented: "The taste is average, barely passable."
Yao Ting couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. It tasted ordinary but you ate it so fast.
She felt a little sympathy for Zhang Zhiling. She had worked so hard to prepare so many delicious foods, but the man she loved didn't appreciate it at all. But when she thought about Zhang Zhiling intervening even though she knew Ou Qingheng had a wife and children, her point of view Sympathy evaporated.
A woman who is a mistress is not worthy of sympathy.
So Yao Ting ate more naturally without any guilt.