Paranoid CEO Wants Name: Stealing Fragrance Addiction

When the sky was about to light up, Xia Jiaoyang woke up a little bit. When he moved, he found that there was no one around him. He stretched out his hand to touch the place next to him in a daze, but there was no warmth.

"Achen?" He called twice in the direction of the bathroom, but there was no response.

Xia Jiaoyang was a little uneasy, lifted the quilt and got up.When he opened the door and walked into the living room, he was slightly taken aback, then heaved a sigh of relief.

In the kitchen a few meters away, the ceiling lamp was emitting a gentle warm yellow. Luchen was wearing khaki casual clothes, with one hand in his trouser pocket leisurely, while the other hand wrapped in gauze held a stainless steel spoon and slowly stirred it in the pot. .The dense heat rose up with his movements, and his brows and eyes seemed to be covered with a mysterious veil in the mist.Calm and idle, like a painter who outlines the world.

Waking up alone in the morning, you can't find the person you love, and in a panic, you find that he has gone to prepare a simple breakfast for you.

Is there any heartbeat?

Love is not those expensive luxuries, nor is it a high-ranking luxury, but a bit of ordinary life.

It's not expensive, but it's deeply rooted.

The Xia family let Xia Jiaoyang stand at the top of the food chain, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain; but only this man named Lu Chen gave her a life that a normal person should have; taught her bit by bit: Xia Jiaoyang , you can cry, laugh, be weak, and experience the feelings that every girl of the same age should have.

Reaching out his hand to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, taking a deep breath, Xia Jiaoyang walked over lightly and hugged him from behind, "What did you boil? It smells so good."

"Why did you wake up so early and disturbed you?" Lu Chen touched her arm with the inside of his arm, then turned his head and asked.

"No, I thought you were gone." She sniffed and poked her head out from behind, "What is this?"

Lu Chen was a little surprised, and then smiled, "How come——I'll always be here." He scooped up a little porridge that had been boiled until soft, and brought it in front of her, "Smell, does it smell good?"

It is very simple white porridge, sprinkled with some finely chopped green vegetable leaves, and stirred evenly with the soft and glutinous porridge.The white is mixed with emerald green, and the fragrant rice has a refreshing vegetable taste.It looks very appetizing.

Xia Jiaoyang blew it, took a small mouthful of the spoon in Lu Chen's hand, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, "It's delicious——"

"Heh..." Feeling infected, Lu Chen bowed his head and kissed her hair, "Go wash your face, I'll wait for you to eat."

"Okay!" Xia Jiaoyang happily went to the bedroom. When he turned around, his snow-white legs flashed past his eyes. Lu Chen immediately held his breath and concentrated on reciting the mantra for clearing his mind. Shaking his head, he poured out the porridge in the pot.

Lu Chen doesn't know how to cook, he only knows how to cook porridge.

Xia Jiaoyang's stomach is not good, and he doesn't like to eat. He often suffers from stomach pains every three days.Ever since he was by Xia Jiaoyang's side at the age of 15, Lu Chen would take part of his limited sleep time every day to cook a bowl of porridge for her.

The small cartoon white porcelain bowl was scooped seventy percent full, and set aside to cool down to dry, then turned around and found unopened chopsticks and spoons from a bag of kitchen utensils that had just arrived, washed them and dried them.Then she took out a few transparent boxes from another bag, opened the lids and arranged them one by one. The refreshing side dishes and sesame biscuits were her favorite.

After finishing all this, Xia Jiaoyang just came out, and Lu Chen asked her to come and sit down.