He said he doesn't love me

In the living room, Aunt Rong was wearing gloves and an apron, busy with something. When she heard footsteps, she turned her head slightly, smiled at Sun Yichu, and said, "Young Master is back. I heard from the eldest young master that you like to eat wontons, so I specially made some. Are you hungry?"

Sun Yichu turned his head and looked outside the door. Seeing this, Tang Yihe stepped in and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Good evening, young master!" Aunt Rong greeted him with a smile and repeated what she had just said. Tang Yihe nodded and said, "Good evening. Don't make too much. If you can't finish it, it won't taste good for the next meal."

Aunt Rong smiled and agreed, then stopped what she was doing, "These can last for two meals, and it's just right to save them for the young master as breakfast tomorrow."

Sun Yichu took a look and smiled at her.

"That's troublesome. Have you eaten? How about we eat together?" Tang Yihe urged Sun Yuchu to go upstairs to take a shower, while she sat on the sofa and looked at the wrapped wontons.

Aunt Rong waved her hand and said, "Thank you for your concern, young master. I've already eaten. I'll go cook them now." As she spoke, she picked up the plate with the plump wontons and went into the kitchen.

Tang Yihe curled her lips and smiled, she had to admit that the people her mother invited were all the best.

By the time Sun Yichu came down from his shower, it was almost eight o'clock.

Two bowls of steaming wontons were placed on the table, and Sun Yichu could only feel the aroma filling his nostrils, stimulating his taste buds. His eyes lit up, and he jumped down the stairs in a few steps, holding on to the handrail. The closer he got, the stronger the aroma became.

He swallowed and sat over to drink some soup, but just as he picked up the spoon, he heard a concerned voice behind him. Sun Yichu turned his head and saw Aunt Rong carrying a bowl of egg custard out of the kitchen, muttering, "Oh, young master, it's hot. Try this first, be careful not to burn yourself."

She brought the egg custard to Sun Yichu and pushed the wontons aside: "Try this one first, the other one is still hot."

Sun Yichu nodded and took a spoon to eat a few mouthfuls of the egg custard. Aunt Rong saw that he couldn't stop eating, so she couldn't help but curl her eyebrows, smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, "Slow down, slow down, if you like it, I'll make it often."

"I like it, it's delicious." Sun Yichu tilted his head and smiled at her, only to find that Tang Yihe was not there. He frowned, "Where is my brother?"

Aunt Rong raised her hand and pointed upstairs, explaining, "The eldest young master said he was going upstairs to take a shower, and asked you to eat first if you were hungry, and not to wait for him."

"Let's wait for brother. We can't eat now anyway." Sun Yichu pursed his lips and thought for a while. The wontons were still hot, and they should be almost ready by the time Tang Yihe came down.

Aunt Rong knew that the two of them had a deep affection for each other, so she didn't continue to persuade them. She nodded, said okay, and turned back to the kitchen to busy herself.

Sun Yichu scooped a spoonful of egg custard, stuffed it into his mouth, and walked to the kitchen door. Seeing Aunt Rong wiping the cabinets and tables skillfully, and then rolling up her sleeves to put the used utensils into the sink, he couldn't help but open his mouth.

"There is a dishwasher." He pressed the cloud to make a sound. Aunt Rong turned around and saw that it was him, so she stopped. "There is a dishwasher, but I think hand washing will be cleaner and better for your health, and I'm used to it."

Sun Yichu curled his lips speechlessly: "Actually, there is not much difference between hand washing and machine washing."

"Don't mind, young master. I'm used to washing by hand. You see, if I don't need to wash by hand, then when will I use these beautiful gloves?" Aunt Rong smiled and stretched out her hand to him, showing him the patterns on her gloves.

"Thank you for your concern, young master. I like to wash by hand."

Sun Yichu blinked, pursed his lips and smiled: "As long as you like it."

"Aren't you hungry?"

Feeling a warm touch on his head, Sun Yichu looked up in confusion, and saw Tang Yihe had walked behind him at some point and was rubbing his head with her hand.

"Like petting a dog." Sun Yichu pouted to show his dissatisfaction, "I'll wait for you to eat together."

Tang Yihe raised her eyebrows helplessly, "Okay, okay, I won't touch you anymore. Wait for me to do something. If you're hungry, just eat first. There aren't so many rules at home."

"I want to eat with my brother." Sun Yichu raised his lips and smiled, raised his finger and pointed at Tang Yihe's face, and typed: "You haven't shaved cleanly."

Tang Yihe raised his hand and touched his face, "I haven't shaved yet. What do you mean by not shaved cleanly?" He narrowed his eyes, suddenly leaned closer to look at Sun Yichu, and smiled, "Sure enough, you are still a little brat waiting for your brother to eat. You haven't even grown a beard yet."

"Stinky brother! I'm not a brat!" Sun Yichu snorted coldly and turned to sit at the table. He stared at Tang Yihe, took a spoon and took away several wontons belonging to Tang Yihe, and stuffed them into his mouth in front of him.

Tang Yihe couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Okay, okay, you're not a brat, not a brat." He sat next to Sun Yichu, scooped a few more into his bowl, and said: "Eat more. If you like it, ask Aunt Rong to make it for you often. It's also good to change the taste."

"Thank you, brother."

The wontons were clearly much colder, but Sun Yichu didn't feel that way. He just felt that the wontons in his mouth were still hot, even hotter than when they were just out of the pot.

The breeze outside the window was blowing gently, and it was a little cooler than when they were outside. Tang Yihe raised her head slightly and looked at the clouds in the distance, only to see that the originally bright moon had been completely covered by the clouds at some point.

The light of the moon and stars could hardly be seen anymore.

"It's going to rain." Tang Yihe retracted his gaze, looked at Sun Yichu, and reminded him: "Remember to wear a thin coat when you get up tomorrow to avoid catching a cold."

Sun Yichu nodded, picked up the bowl and drank the last mouthful of soup, then waited quietly for his medicine, being unusually obedient.

Tang Yihe bit a wonton in her mouth, her eyes fell on Sun Yichu's face, and then unconsciously slid to his palm. Tonight, Sun Yichu seemed a little too obedient.

At this time in the past, he should have been curled up on the sofa trying to avoid taking medicine, instead of sitting like he is now.

He didn't think that Sun Yichu was mentally ill.

Sun Yichu is pretending to be good.

Tang Yihe withdrew his thoughts and did not speak. He knew that repeating those words over and over again would not be of much use to Sun Yichu. What he needed was something that he could truly feel.

He tried to be more obedient so that his brother would not be too tired and the chance of being driven away would be smaller. Just like not wanting to spend money at night and preferring to go home and eat bread.

"Yichu, I heard from Tao Jingyi that Ranbai can make clay figures. Do you want to play with him tomorrow?" Tang Yihe blinked and pushed the bowl aside: "If you go to the company with your brother, will you be bored alone?"

"No." Sun Yichu shook his head and continued typing: "I want to stay with my brother..."

"Okay. Then I'll ask them to deliver the stuff to the company. From now on, you can all follow your brother to work, okay?"

"it is good!"

"Young Master, the medicine is here." Aunt Rong brought the medicine, interrupting the two people's conversation. Tang Yihe raised her chin towards the medicine, and the obedient Sun Yichu immediately picked up the bowl and drank it all up.

Tang Yihe licked his back teeth. He wanted to tell Sun Yichu that even if he was not so obedient, he would still like him and take care of him.

But obviously, no matter how many times he said these words, Sun Yichu would not believe them.

"Okay, go upstairs and wash up and then you can rest." Tang Yihe raised her eyes and smiled at him, then persuaded him to go back to the room.

When he could no longer see the back of the person, his smile finally disappeared. He walked a few steps to Aunt Rong and whispered to her, "When I'm not at home, please take care of Yichu. He has a bad temper, and others may not be patient with him, and I don't trust others to help him."

Aunt Rong smiled softly when she heard this: "Master, do you think that Madam and Master asked me to come here just to help with cleaning and cooking?"

Tang Yihe was stunned for a moment, then pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "I am too stupid. You go ahead, I will go up first."

"Okay." Aunt Rong continued to work.

Tang Yihe sighed and went upstairs. She should have thought of it earlier. How could her parents send someone here just to do some chores?

Judging from her parents' attitude towards her, you can tell that this person should be considered her parents' right-hand man. Maybe her mission is the same as Yu Xi's, acting as a spy while protecting his and Sun Yichu's safety.

After thinking for a long time, Tang Yihe shook his hands, went back to the room, changed the gauze on his arm, and reapplied medicine.

"Hiss..." He frowned and looked at the wound. It didn't look big, but it was very painful to apply the medicine. Sun Yichu was really ruthless. Tang Yihe smiled helplessly.

But he was also glad that the injury was on him, not on Sun Yichu. Otherwise, he would be sad to see it, and it would not be just an injury.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew and rolled the curtains up very high. Fortunately, the window was fixed, otherwise it would have fallen with a loud bang!

Tang Yihe stood up, closed the window, put on his coat, and went out to stand in front of Sun Yichu's door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but seeing no response, he had to open the door and walk in.

"Are you asleep?" Tang Yihe didn't turn on the light, and walked over with the faint light of the star night lamp on the bedside. Sun Yichu was wrapped in a blanket and had fallen asleep on the bed. His lips were slightly open, as if he was having trouble breathing through his nose, so he was breathing through his mouth.

Tang Yihe adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner and closed all the open windows before turning back to the room.

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!!!"

A flash of white light suddenly appeared, making the room, which was obviously not turned on, bright for a moment.

There was a burst of lightning and thunder, and the wind blew violently outside the house. The wind shook the trees and flowers wantonly, and even blew up the stone on the ground! The stone rolled twice and finally hid in the grass and disappeared.

"Boom!!!"

Another loud thunder broke the peace of the night completely.

Sun Yichu's roar along with the sound of the wind entered Tang Yihe's ears. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes and hurriedly ran to the next room.

"Woooooooo..."

Sun Yichu, who was huddled in the quilt and shivering, heard the door open. He stuck half of his head out, saw the person coming, and finally couldn't help bursting into tears.

However, he couldn't speak, and even the sound of his crying was harsh. But Tang Yihe seemed to be deaf to it, walked into the room, slammed the door, and lay down beside him on the bed, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, brother is here, brother is here."

Sun Yichu sniffed and lay down again, holding the blanket. Tang Yihe coaxed him softly, humming a song on his phone. In such weather, he was not sure if playing with his phone would cause lightning, so he just hummed a song on his own.

"Snapped!!"

Suddenly, something on the balcony was blown away with a crisp sound. Sun Yichu was so scared that he trembled all over and opened his eyes suddenly, but his face was tightly covered by a hand, so that he could not see the outside world clearly, but only darkness.

"Whoosh-"

The wind was still howling and the rain was pouring down.

But strangely, he was not that scared anymore. The person closest to him whispered softly in his ear, and his hand was held tightly by another hand. He felt like he was trapped in an absolutely safe area. No matter how strong the wind and rain outside were, he could not hear them clearly.

He gradually calmed down and fell asleep again.

Tang Yihe accompanied him, and when everyone was completely quiet, he reached out and lifted some of the quilt. It was a little cold just now, but now it is a little hot. The summer weather is always changeable.

The sound of rain outside the window became much quieter, and the thunder could no longer be heard. Tang Yihe dared to look at his phone, but when he did, his eyes became completely panicked.