Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Police cars drove by on the road, sirens blaring from the loudspeakers.

On the screen, Ye Tingchu was standing at the door of the villa without even glancing over there.

Holding a small notebook in her hand, she did not look up, but asked the person in the video: "Can you give this to me? I haven't read the contents yet, but I guess these are some sketches you drew casually, right?"

The woman held a small notebook in her slender fingers.

The light from the sky made her outline look even neater and smoother as she lowered her head. Like her calm tone, her expression did not betray a trace of urgency or flattery, and the notebook in her hand was not held tightly, as if she could hand it to Qu Wu in front of her at any time.

The other end of the phone.

Ye Kong propped up his face and looked at her, his eyes falling on the little notebook again.

After thinking for a few seconds, she said half-seriously, "My paintings are very expensive even if they are just rough drafts."

"You can make an offer." Mr. Xiao Ye, who is not short of money, said in a calm tone.

Ye Kong tapped his cheek: "Two hundred and fifty... one hundred thousand."

Qu Wu: ...

You did that on purpose, didn’t you? That pause was definitely a deliberate insult!

"it is good."

Ye Tingchu seemed to be unaware of it: "Give me an account number and I will transfer the money to you right away."

"Qu Wu will give it to you."

The girl raised her hand in the camera, but paused for a second before turning off the video.

She glanced at Ye Tingchu's chin in the lens, thought for a moment, and said calmly: "You have a wound on your face, so it's best not to get involved in anything related to Pan Fang from now on."

Then the screen went black.

It happened that the police over there grabbed the screaming Pan Fang and put her into the police car. Ye Tingchu, who had originally planned to go to the old house to clean up the mess, gave up the idea.

She held the small notebook in her hand and looked up at Qu Wu: "Account."

Qu Wu: ...

·

The next day, when Ye Kong returned to the coffee shop after class, he saw a bunch of familiar second-generation people again as if it were yesterday.

Even Qu Wuhai was sitting among them. They all looked serious and no one knew what they were talking about.

Ye Kong walked in and took a look inside when he passed the bar - he almost couldn't take back his glance.

"You..." She uttered a word.

Master Wen, who was working on the coffee machine, turned around and glanced at her: "Are you back? I baked some cookies and bread, do you want to try some?"

Ye Kong: ...

What's this feeling of being received by a full-time housewife?

She glanced at the large oven on the counter that looked very professional.

"…Are you planning to work part-time here with me?"

"Is this considered rent? After all, I'm using your booth on the first floor as a bed."

"...I didn't see you sleeping either." Ye Kong thought of the scene he saw when he went downstairs last night.

It was already four o'clock in the morning. She was about to go downstairs in the dark to find something to eat, but she saw a laptop computer lit up in the booth in the corner, illuminating the man's expressionless, sculpture-like, cold face.

She was startled, but when Wen Can looked up, he seamlessly switched to his usual gentle expression towards her. When he heard that she was hungry, he even planned to come over to help her cook noodles - of course, Ye Kong refused.

The oven beeped loudly.

Ye Kong took a quick look, went upstairs to put the book away before coming down again.

There was a plate on the bar with bread and cookies on it, which looked delicious.

Wen Can put another cup of coffee on the table: "Would you like some? I put a lot of syrup in it."

"I don't drink coffee."

Ye Kong said this, tore off a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, then nodded slightly under Wen Can's calm eyes, and said perfunctorily: "Not bad."

Wen Can: ...

Ye Kong stuffed another cookie into his mouth and suddenly looked towards the wall: "What's going on next door? Why is it so noisy?"

“It’s a newly opened bakery, and it seems to be holding an event.”

Ye Kong raised his eyebrows slightly and ate the cookie in two bites: "I'll go out for a while."

She got up and left.

Not far behind them, the second generation gathered together and whispered.

"Can you read lips? What were they saying just now?"

"I can lip-read, but I can't see through things! How can I see with my back to you?"

"Anyway, I saw Wen Can baking bread for Ye Kong - it's incredible, he actually knows how to bake bread?"

"She even arranged the dish! This is the most incredible thing. She is just like a little wife."

"Does anyone remember that on Wen Can's birthday a few years ago, several rich girls who were in love with him got together to make him a super big cake, but he ruthlessly rejected it with the words 'I don't like sweet things'. Tsk tsk tsk."

"I remember, didn't he like whales when he was a kid? I still remember that cake was in the shape of the sea and whales, it was pretty nice, but he didn't even look at it - did he ever think that he would be where he is today?"

"Humph! My sister participated in it at that time, and she cried sadly after being rejected. Wait, I want to take a picture to show her, she must be very happy..."

A mobile phone cautiously rose from behind the table, and then with a click -

The flash of light, accompanied by a loud shutter sound, petrified everyone.

Wen Can, who was looking down at the plate, raised his eyes and cast his gaze over quietly like the sea.

Everyone:…

The phone shrunk back quickly.

The culprit smiled servilely the next second: "Sorry, sorry, my sister asked me if I had any recommendations for ovens, and I thought yours was great, so I wanted to take a picture and send it to her, but I accidentally included you in the picture."

She righteously pressed the delete button desperately: "I'll delete it and reshoot it now!"

Everyone:…

Wen Can said nothing. He just glanced at them meaninglessly, then looked away and went to clean the oven quietly.

"Oh my god, I'm scared to death."

The girl covered her pounding heart.

The daughter next to her looked at her with disdain and repeated in a weird way: "Oh~ Sorry, sorry~ I think yours is good~ I'll delete it and reshoot it - can you be more of a bootlicker?"

"...It's all inertia." The girl touched her nose angrily, but then said, "But I think Wen Can now has another kind of charm for some reason."

"What charm?"

……

As he was speaking, Ye Kong pushed the door open and came in.

She was holding a big paper bag, which was obviously filled with bread and small desserts. She also had a cookie in her hand and another in her mouth.

He paused as he passed the bar and turned his head to meet Wen Can's eyes.

Ye Kong: ...

The girl's eyes dropped to the plate of bread that was barely touched. She paused for a moment and raised her eyes to his face.

Between his conscience and his true heart, Ye Kong did not hesitate at all: "Eat it yourself."

She swallowed the cookie in her mouth. "I mean, your cooking skills really need to be improved. Besides, there is no waste in my shop."

After saying that, she went upstairs holding the paper bag and eating.

Wen Can: ...

Everyone who was quiet enough to hear her words: …

"I understand." The young lady who asked "What charm?" said expressionlessly, "You mean the charm of being hurt."

Everyone:…