Yan Xingyue still looked expressionless.
I'm afraid Xiang Fengyu didn't follow his plan, so he just nodded and didn't say good or bad.
He has always been like this. Apart from life, he rarely interferes with Xiang Yu.
Even if she gives an opinion, she only stops there and leaves the rest to her to decide.
"Um."
Without asking Xiang Fengyu what he planned to do, Yan Xingyue brought up the things placed next to the table legs.
A dog bowl with Christmas elements painted in red and green.
Very delicate, but a dog bowl.
"...Don't tell me this is a special bowl you prepared for Jiang Zhi."
[Did you really ask me to feed the dog? ? 】
Yan Xingyue traced his fingers across Santa Claus's face.
"My mother promised me that she would give me a dog after Christmas."
He didn't say anything else.
But Xiang Fengyu knew... that he had broken his promise after all.
Her sympathy for Jiang Zhi dissipated for a moment, and she stood up: "I'm going to make dinner."
Yan Xingyue looked at her back, took out a black porcelain bottle from somewhere and put it in his hand to play with.
"Mom, would you be happy if Jiang Zhi died now?"
He whispered softly, his eyes emotionless, as if he was talking about trivial matters that had nothing to do with life or death.
But no one responded to him.
While Xiang Fengyu was cooking, Xiang Shilan, who was currently in the largest gold sales cave in Q country, frowned and looked at her phone while others were enjoying Catwoman's 'performance' on the stage.
"Lan, why are you looking at your phone when you come out to play? Look, the little kitten on the stage seems to be dying."
The blond female companion next to her smiled and hugged her shoulders.
Xiang Shilan pushed her: "See for yourself."
The female companion curled her lips and turned her head to the side, with a flash of disdain in her eyes.
If it weren't for Xiang Xia, who would take you out to play?
Xiang Shilan's attention at this time was entirely focused on Ye Ting Feng Yu's latest news.
'Ye Ting Feng Yu actually has a boyfriend! ? '
'My friend is an antique appraiser and I sent him a screenshot and he said the cup is real! '
'Isn't it true that Ye Ting Feng Yu is a divorced mother of two children, a middle-aged woman with only a primary school diploma? '
'Let's not talk about middle-aged women, but those white and slender hands look like they have never done any rough work.'
"Ye Ting Feng Yu is probably a middle-class person at most, not as awesome as Ye Lan"
'Reply upstairs, the table that listens to the wind and rain at night cannot be bought with money'
"If Ye Ting Feng Yu was really as powerful as Ye Lan, how could she have been blacklisted for so long? They should all be gone. No matter what she does, the black history will never be erased."
Xiang Shilan flipped through these comments one by one with a surprised expression.
What does Xiang Fengyu want to do?
Making money through live streaming?
She didn't care about the table and the cups. After all, a skinny camel was bigger than a horse. She had heard about the Yan family's heritage since she was a child.
The company is gone, and the only heir is still a sick man who can die at any time. No matter how good the furniture is, it is of no use.
What she cared about was Xiang Fengyu.
"She shouldn't want to reveal her identity..."
"No, it's impossible."
Xiang Shilan's tone was determined.
No one knows better than her how inferior Xiang Fengyu is to her own identity.
Ever since she was a child, whenever someone questioned her last name at school, Xiang Fengyu would deny her relationship with the Xiang family, claiming that the same last name was just a coincidence.
What Xiang Shilan is most passionate about is making friends with Xiang Fengyu's classmates and 'accidentally' telling Xiang Fengyu that he is a junior.
This also led to the fact that Xiang Fengyu had no friends around her since she was a child. Her teachers ignored her and her classmates isolated her.
These made Xiang Fengyu, who was withdrawn and cowardly, never dare to resist.
But thinking about the incredible changes in Xiang Fengyu recently, she was no longer convinced.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Xiang Shilan ignored the shouts behind him and walked straight out.
She is going to find her brother.
Xiang Shilan had a bad feeling.
"Is this Ye Lan!?"
When they were about to get on the bus, two young girls came forward excitedly and happened to block Xiang Shilan from getting on the bus.
Years of being a young lady made her frown subconsciously.
"No, get out of here."
She waved irritably for the bodyguard to come over, then bent down and got into the car.
The two girls were visibly embarrassed.
Both of them were students from a nearby university. They happened to see Xiang Shilan when they were shopping nearby. After some confirmation, they found that the other person was indeed their favorite novel author, and they plucked up the courage to come forward and speak.
But got this response.
Both girls came from pretty good families, so they had never been wronged like this.
"This is too rude..."
"Why is it completely different from the image on the Internet..."
...
Xiang Fengyu laid out all the manuscripts brought back from the Xiang family.
"This is the basic framework and background. These are the characters and biographies of the main characters. These are the characters and biographies of the supporting characters."
"Hey, your arm is injured. Don't move. I'll get it for you."
Xiang Fengyu blocked Yan Xingyue's outstretched arm.
Blocked it halfway, then stretched it back.
"Forget it, let's let the wound open."
Thinking she was angry, as soon as Yan Xingyue glanced at her, she suddenly showed a charming smile: "I will help you lick the blood that flows out inch by inch, without wasting even a drop."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
Jiang Zhi, who suddenly felt that the rice in his hand was no longer fragrant: "..."
Okay, okay, are you all so perverted in private?
"Ahem... Actually, if you don't want to face the camera, you can also write a long scarf, scan the manuscript and publish it on the platform."
Jiang Zhi suddenly spoke up.
If it weren't for the handcuffs on his hands and the haggard look on his face, it would be impossible to tell that Jiang Zhi was a kidnapped hostage. Instead, he looked like a guest.
Xiang Fengyu nodded: "The manuscript will definitely be scanned and posted online, but I have decided on the live broadcast."
Yan Xingyue is right.
Even if it was for the Xiang family, Xiang Dongchen would not let Xiang Fengyu's true identity be exposed.
Jiang Zhi carefully put down the manuscripts, his eyes bright: "Sister, can you give these manuscripts to me in the future? One piece is fine."
After reading this, he has completely believed that Xiang Fengyu is the original author of "The Light is Off".
Xiang Fengyu knew that he really liked Dingming, and even learned to be a director because of Dingming.
"Okay, you can pick two after this is over."
Jiang Zhi smiled expectantly against his messy hair.
I'm afraid I can't wait for Xiang Shilan's true colors to be revealed now.
"Huo Xuan is actually an INFP. Most people guessed that he is an INFI."
Seeing that he was interested in this role, Xiang Fengyu couldn't help but say a few more words.
"Finished feeding."
Yan Xingyue, who was sitting nearby, suddenly spoke up, interrupting the conversation between the two.
Xiang Fengyu, of course, turned to Yan Xingyue and said immediately: "Suddenly I remembered that you haven't confiscated the underwear you dried yesterday, so I'll go right away."
Yan Xingyue: "...I'll go by myself. Don't mention these two words in front of outsiders."
Xiang Fengyu pursed his lips and said with some reluctance: "Okay, then go and collect your eggs."
The two men, both wearing egg bags at this time: "..."
