A heartthrob? Here you go!

After sending the message nervously, Xu Ruannian turned around and threw himself on the sofa, burying his head in the pillow. Only his curly brown hair was exposed, like a cute little puppy.

Will she eat it?

Does she like it?

Will eating rice balls at night make me too full and difficult to digest?

With a beep, Yu Ge replied.

Xu Ruannian was startled and immediately sat up straight and took the communicator with shining eyes.

Goddess Yu Yu: The taste is very good, just right, not too much.

After Yu Ge handed the laundry basket to Song Jingshen, he calmly replied to the message in front of Song Jingshen.

The avatar nickname reflected in Ruifeng's dark and deep eyes.

He is indeed a wild man.

He doesn't ask early in the morning or late in the evening, but has to ask late at night before going to bed.

Did he want the little fish to remember his name and fall asleep?

Song Jingshen lowered his eyes for a moment, smiled and said good night to Yu Ge. After watching Yu Ge return to the room, he picked up the clothes, slowly walked to the laundry room, opened the door of the washing machine, and gently put the clothes in one by one.

When Song Jingshen got an apricot T-shirt, her hand paused, and the photo of Yu Yuehuai holding her neck suddenly appeared in her mind.

In the photo, Xiaoyu seems to be wearing this one.

Song Jingshen took a picture of the clothes, sent it to Butler Song, and asked him to deliver an identical piece of clothing within an hour.

After receiving the reply, he turned off the screen, reached out to take the T-shirt, and lowered his head to smell it carefully.

The charming scent of cosmetics wafted from the clothes.

"His-"

The sound of clothes tearing could be heard, and the elegant young man lowered his head. Due to excessive force, veins on his neck and the back of his hands were bulging, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

Be it clothes or rice balls.

Dirty taste.

He lowered his eyes and tore the T-shirt in his hands expressionlessly.

The T-shirt was torn into pieces of cloth, and another pair of trousers were also ruthlessly torn apart and thrown aside.

After putting all the clothes away and starting the washing machine, Song Jingshen turned and went downstairs.

Inside the room, Yu Ge clicked on Yu Yuehuai's information page. As soon as he saw the message, his face darkened.

The file sent by the other party clearly recorded the relationship between Yu Ge and Meng Chunyou Shuijing, followed by an ambiguous statement.

Yu Yuehuai: I haven’t given this information to Song Jingshen. He is not a good match.

Yu Yuehuai: Do you want to know who has been helping you suppress the information all these years? Tomorrow night, in Room 6 on the eighth floor, we will be waiting for your sympathy.

Who is threatened?

Yu Ge blocked the person with a cold face, took off his communicator and put it aside.

But what if the relationship between the two childhood friends was exposed?

She avoided suspicion in school just to avoid causing trouble for the two of them, but it didn't mean she was afraid of trouble.

Yu Ge had already turned off the lights in his room and gone to rest, while Song Jing still had to prepare breakfast for tomorrow.

He went to the kitchen and sure enough, the pink lunch box had already been put into the refrigerator by Yu Ge.

Song Jingshen took out the lunch box and subconsciously wanted to throw it away together with the box, but then something flashed through his mind and he opened the lunch box instead.

Without the lid covered by the sauce, the rice ball appeared clearly in front of Song Jingshen.

He reached out and pinched a corner, then opened his lips to taste it.

Too much salad dressing, cheap and sweet.

It tastes really bad.

He poured out the rice balls and walked to the sink.

The silver faucet was turned on, and Song Jingshen lowered his eyes to wash the lunch box.

If the lunch box is lost, Xiaoyu will buy another one to compensate him.

Thinking of this, the rag in Yu Gu's hand was suddenly clenched.

He hasn’t even received a gift from Xiaoyu, so how can anyone else be worthy of it?

After washing the lunch box, Song Jingshen wiped it dry carefully and put it aside, then began to prepare the ingredients for the troublesome crab roe soup dumplings.

The next day, when Yu Ge got up and opened the door, he smelled the fragrant aroma of crab roe.

Going downstairs, there were exquisite soup dumplings on the table, with crab roe showing through the folds of the extremely thin paper skin, which was particularly tempting.

There was also a bowl of clear soup chicken noodles next to it. A handsome young man wearing an apron just happened to walk out of the kitchen holding chopsticks and a spoon.

He had long hair tied up, short-sleeved shirt and long pants, and wore an apron, giving off the air of a casual, homely husband.

When he saw Yu Ge, he smiled beautifully and said gently, "Why did you get up so early today?"

Yu Ge glanced at the table: "Where's my rice ball?"

Song Jingshen apologized, "I wanted to heat up some rice balls this morning, but I didn't expect it to have a strange smell."

"I don't know if it was because it was left overnight and wasn't clean, but the smell after it was heated was too strong, so I disposed of it."

Yu Ge sat down, took the chopsticks, and said with some regret: "What a waste, I should have eaten it yesterday."

Song Jingshen's smile froze, and he sat down very naturally and said, "Eating rice balls at night is not good for your stomach. Xiaoyu, which colleague brought it to you?"

"That was a bit careless."

Yu Ge didn't think too much about it. After all, he had to stay up so late every day. Without high-calorie food, it would be difficult to sustain his daily work. He said casually, "He eats like that himself, and it's well-intentioned."

"It's just a pity, such a big rice ball."

Song Jingshen said softly, "Xiaoyu, there's no need to feel sorry for something that's not worth it."

But a cheap rice ball and an equally cheap man who pays for it are not worthy of Xiaoyu's regret.

Song Jingshen raised his eyes and saw the girl opposite him, eating noodles with her head buried. Her cheeks were puffy, which was very cute.

After Yu Ge finished eating, Song Jingshen slowly spoke: "Xiao Yu, did you meet Ji Yan last night?"

Yu Ge paused while wiping his mouth, then said nonchalantly, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

what happened?

They were clearly just ordinary friends, but he shamelessly used the privilege of being Xiaoyu's boyfriend to pick her up from get off work.

She even dared to dance on his face.

Song Jingshen lowered his eyes and opened the communicator, turning to the message page with Ji Yan. The message he replied to had been deleted, leaving only the message sent by Ji Yan.

Song Jingshen said worriedly: "He sent me some confusing photos and messages last night. I didn't want to disturb you, Xiaoyu, but..."

Song Jingshen seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Yu Ge took a closer look and was stunned when he saw it clearly.

what?

waste?

Yu Ge was a little dazed. He grabbed Song Jingshen's wrist and pulled him over. The rough action made Song Jingshen's wrist red.

Song Jingshen's brows softened, and she gently endured Yu Ge's overly rapid and uncontrolled movements.

In his eyes, this was all to uphold justice for him.

Yu Ge looked at those messages over and over again.

Ji Yan called Song Jingshen a waste?

The charming male protagonist is called a loser by his suitor?

Is Ji Yan crazy?

Yu Ge was in a daze, and when he looked up, he met those clear eyes that were filled with worry.

He said gently, "Xiao Yu, it doesn't matter if he scolds me, but I'm worried that he will use this photo to say something nonsense."

"This is a critical moment for you. You cannot allow even the slightest stain on your reputation."

So, stay away from those questionable men, Xiaoyu.

When he came back last night, he was aware of the messy wrinkles on his clothes and Ji Yan's vulgar provocation.

He wanted to ask, but didn't dare to.

He promised to trust Xiao Yugan and not make Xiao Yu angry.

Song Jing stared at Yu Ge, then reached out and carefully held Yu Ge's hand in his palm: "I'm very glad that he sent it to me."

How could such a restless man be qualified to stay with Xiaoyu?