The next second, she saw Lu Jing huddling in the corner, holding her knees pitifully, and drooping her head.

Zhang Lingying's heart twitched suddenly, and she felt guilty inexplicably.

"Zhang Lingying, it's shameful to be friends with me?"

"No." She was very small.

"That's because you like Leng Jian, and you're afraid that he will be jealous, so you don't want him to know that I live in your house?" Lu Jing's voice was very calm, as if nothing had happened, but the two of them were doing friendly questions and answers.

But his eyes were very cold, as cold as the top of the snow-capped mountain that had been sealed for thousands of years.

"Not that." Zhang Lingying saw Lu Jing still squatting in the corner with her knees, so she squatted down, looked at him in a straight direction, and explained seriously.

"I don't think you are shameful, nor do I let you avoid it because I like Leng Jian. Leng Jian has made it clear. He doesn't like me, and being nice to me should be just a gentleman's compensation. As for me... I don't worry about you making jokes when I say it. Sometimes I think Leng Jian is like my brother... either my biological brother, or the kind of parental feeling. Do you understand?"

Zhang Lingying herself couldn't explain it clearly, but every time she saw Leng Jian's face sinking, she felt like she was going to be educated by her parents.

I can't say I'm afraid, but I just subconsciously don't want to make the other person angry.

Let's have some compromise.

She wasn't sure if Lu Jing could understand what she meant. If he still didn't understand... Zhang Lingying gritted her teeth and was about to call him out, Lu Jing had already grabbed her hand and opened her lips faintly: "What did you say just now? Say it again!"

Zhang Lingying: “…”

Zhang Lingying: "Leng Jian looks like my brother?"

Lu Jing: "No, the previous sentence."

Zhang Lingying tilted her head and thought seriously: "I made it clear to Leng Jian, does he not like me?"

Lu Jing: "Then do you still like him?"

Zhang Lingying: “…”

Lu Jing: "You said before that he is your male god. You want to marry him, so do you still like him now?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, Lu Jing continued, "If you answer my question properly, I can continue to stay in the closet until tomorrow."

"...I like it." Zhang Lingying told the truth.

Like my brother, I like it, and I like it too.

After all, Leng Jian is so good.

Lu Jing really stayed in the closet this time and couldn't get out. When he heard that Zhang Lingying still liked Leng Jian, he became autistic.

Before Zhang Lingying closed the cabinet door and went to wash, she saw his unloving face.

But she was afraid that she would not go out for too long, so Leng Jian would be suspicious and dared not say anything more. She hurriedly stuffed a pillow to Lu Jing so that he could sit in the closet more comfortably, so she hurriedly left.

Leng Jian cooked white porridge and stir-fried a few dishes.

It's just home-cooked, but it's just right with white porridge, which makes people feel very appetizing.

He brought all the dishes to the dining table and served porridge for Zhang Lingying. When Zhang Lingying washed her hands, Leng Jian had already handed her the washed tableware and asked her to sit down and eat.

"Thanks."

Zhang Lingying was really moved. She stared at the hot food on the table. For a moment, her eyes felt a little hot.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, just had a quiet meal.

After dinner, Leng Jian did not rush to clean up the dishes with Zhang Lingying, so as not to be under pressure. She just told her to go to the hospital as soon as possible before leaving, or call him before she left.

Seeing that Zhang Lingying agreed one by one, he left with confidence.
Chapter completed!