After Xiang Fengyu hummed a little tune and confirmed that Jiang Zhi in the nanny room was still alive, he placed the packed meal at the door.
Then he gave Mrs. Yan food, and then went upstairs with the bag of porridge in the thermal bag.
"Hey, this whole family will have to disperse sooner or later without me."
Xiang Fengyu shook his head and sighed.
Something big has happened to the Jiang family recently. Several subsidiaries have closed down one after another. Jiang Zhiying is so busy with his own business that he can't even spare the time to find his missing son.
As for the Xiang family, Xiang Dongchen has been very busy, and recently there has been another worry. Xiang Xia was abroad with Xiang Shilan, and Xiang Qiu finally escaped, but was sent back by Xiang Fengyu.
No one cares about her and Yan Xingyue, they are both happy.
"Yueyue, it's time to eat."
Yan Xingyue huddled in bed with his rickets, and he opened the quilt to Feng Yu to see the top of his head.
Will you really not be suffocated to death?
With this in mind, she dragged Yan Xingyue out, first tested his breathing and then touched his forehead to confirm the temperature.
Yan Xingyue noticed someone coming in at the first moment, and when she found out it was Xiang Fengyu, she allowed herself to continue to faint.
"I brought you some porridge. Eat some of it."
Patting his cheek, Xiang Fengyu patiently called his name.
After being sick for a few days, my cheeks, which had no flesh on their own, quickly lost weight, and the facial bones became more obvious.
"Um……"
Yan Xingyue opened his eyes as he accurately grabbed Xiang Fengyu's hand that was tugging on his clothes without any strength.
His mind was so dizzy that he almost failed to hold the spoon when Xiang Fengyu put it in his hand.
This sickly little look is really pitiful.
It's a pity that Xiang Fengyu still doesn't know the punishment mechanism of Yan Xingyue's body.
The Jiang family is so big, but they haven't caught a single Xiang Fengyu, and not many are being hunted. They all rely on Yan Xingyue to provide support from behind.
Jiang Zhiying had nightmares for two days when he saw the group of corpses piled up half a hill high.
Those who died were those who were equipped with guns and wanted to take their lives to the wind.
"Yueyue, you still have a few days to recover."
Xiang Fengyu watched him stop moving after taking a few mouthfuls, and gave him a drink of water.
Yan Xingyue's voice was as weak as a human's: "Are you in trouble?"
Xiang Fengyu shook his head, put his arms on the bed and looked at him: "No."
"I just want to have dinner with you."
Yan Xingyue's heart beat a beat faster.
Xiang Fengyu had no consciousness of what he was saying, and looked quite innocent.
It's as simple as saying whatever is on your mind.
Yan Xingyue fell back on the bed, her eyelashes a little wet from the pain.
"Three days..."
He named a deadline.
Xiang Fengyu nodded: "Okay, let's have hot pot in three days."
Passing by the big kitchen that day, she found a special pot for hot pot in the cabinet, and carried it back to the small kitchen, just in time to use it.
Yan Xingyue said softly "Hmm".
Only then did Xiang Fengyu get up and prepare to pack his things and go downstairs.
Just as he stood up, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
As soon as she lowered her head, she met Yan Xingyue's face. He closed his eyes and did not look at her. His cold and beautiful eyebrows could be substituted for the stoic Buddha in Muyu.
But her hands were tightly grasping Xiang Fengyu's sleeves.
"Want me to sleep with you for a while?"
She tried to decipher the meaning of Yan Xingyue's movements.
The man who was as quiet as if he was asleep nodded lightly.
Xiang Fengyu grinned.
"Xiao Yueyue, you are playing with fire."
"In this case, I have no choice but to satisfy you, the little devil."
She grinned from the corners of her mouth to the back of her ears, and climbed onto the bed as if she was something else——
He put his head under the hem of Yan Xingyue's clothes.
Yan Xingyue, who has an extra head on her abdomen: "..."
Whisper to the wind: (¯﹃¯)
"Pink...pink hehe...pink..."
Xiang Fengyu grinned, and the hot breath hit Yan Xingyue's chest, making him tremble.
With difficulty, he used his weak hands to pull Xiang Fengyu out of his clothes.
Xiang Fengyu lay next to him, staring at his chest: "Can I take a bite?"
Yan Xingyue's dull voice came over: "Once in a hundred thousand."
Xiang Fengyu: "..."
Bullying me for being poor, right?
In fact, Yan Xingyue was the one who was bullied.
He wanted to express his feelings to Feng, but the other party only wanted his body.
Weak, pitiful, helpless.
Xiang Fengyu looked at the ceiling: "This quilt is full of your smell."
"When you get better, can I take the quilt away?"
Yan Xingyue: "......"
"A quilt cover is fine too."
"Go down..."
"Give me some Kounoko and I'll leave."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
Dingyan who was watching: […………]
The male protagonist of the bloody suspense novel appears in front of you like a ghost holding a butterfly knife.
He suspects you have discovered evidence of your own crime.
What should you do at this point?
The first ninety-nine words to the wind: means that you didn’t see anything.
Abnormal whispers to the wind: Taste Naoko
The suspenseful original work was changed to Fengyu forced love.
...
A week later, Jiang Zhi came out of the room.
He was so thin that he looked more like a patient than Yan Xingyue. The decadent air all over his body could not be traced back to the youthful brightness he had when we first met him.
Xiang Fengyu thought he would tell her some feelings.
In the end, Jiang Zhi just handed over a pile of notes.
"Stop writing me Chicken Soup for the Soul."
It was placed at the bottom of the bowl when Xiang Fengyu was serving food.
It says:
'Don't be negative. Our birth is not something we can choose. As long as you persist, one day we will grow into the dung of our motherland.'
'You have to endure more hardships when you are young, so that you can get used to hardships when you are old'
'Don't feel bad. If you really can't bear it, I can help you contact the funeral home.'
"It's useless for you to hold on like this. You have to learn to talk. Chamomochi, you know? Go buy me a cup of soy milk, rice and mochi."
'If you don't understand something, ask your good friend Dalmatian, he has many ideas'
Jiang Zhi wanted to die even more after reading it.
Xiang Fengyu rubbed his head in embarrassment: "Actually, I didn't help much either."
Jiang Zhi: I didn’t praise you
"I'm going to stay here for a while."
He said with a dejected face.
Xiang Fengyu patted his shoulder.
"The rent is three thousand a month."
After saying that, the phone rang.
Yan Xingyue: Utilities, electricity and food expenses, 4,500
Xiang Fengyu: "..."
You are really worthless, you little sick boy.
Jiang Zhi nodded and wanted to transfer money.
Xiang Fengyu reminded me tactfully: "Your money was given by Jiang Zhiying. Without your mother's living expenses, you are a pauper."
Jiang Zhi's eyes turned red.
At this moment, the psychological comfort he had put together bit by bit over the past few days collapsed instantly.
He's a waste.
He is a loser who was raised on ill-gotten gains.
His mother is a mistress, a bad person who destroys other people's families, destroys other people's lives, and insults other people's personalities.
Jiang Zhi is the child of a bad guy.
Under the huge blow and frustration, Jiang Zhi fainted.
Xiang Fengyu sighed sadly.
"Yueyue, Jiang Zhi doesn't have a good taste, so he won't be able to eat the hot pot tonight."
