A heartthrob? Here you go!

Song Jingshen walked to the gate with the rose in his hand expressionlessly, stopped, took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, then opened the door and walked in.

There was a sound coming from the kitchen. Song Jingshen was startled for a moment, and walked over quickly. He saw Yu Ge throwing the ingredients he had prepared into the pot one by one and stir-frying them.

Hearing the voice, Yu Ge muttered without turning back: "Why didn't you turn off the fire before you left? The soup almost dried up."

Song Jingshen immediately threw the rose bouquet onto the table, walked over and took the spatula from Yu Ge's hand, and continued to stir-fry while bowing his head to admit his mistake:

"Sorry, someone came suddenly."

"Who is it?" Yu Ge made way and glanced at the roses on the table. "Huh? There are roses. They look very beautiful."

nice?

The hand holding the spatula clenched suddenly.

Is Xiaoyu hinting at him?

Are you suggesting that he should mind his own business?

Don't care? Are you going to play dumb?

There was a tingling pain, a sour and painful feeling in my heart.

I don't want to play dumb, I don't want to ......

Want to kill Ji Yan.

But the little fish will be unhappy, right?

She will be unhappy and angry.

I don't want Xiaoyu to be unhappy.

Song Jing took a deep breath and smiled bitterly. Just as he was about to follow Yu Ge's instructions to praise this disgusting rose, he heard Yu Ge ask:

"Did you buy it for me?"

Song Jingshen was stunned.

Doesn’t Xiaoyu know that it was given by Ji Yan?

So, it was Ji Yan's one-sided move?

Intense ecstasy raged, heartbeat like a drum, joy like a bird, Song Jingshen lowered the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "No, it was sent by Ji Yan."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the opportunity of putting the dishes on the plate to turn sideways and observe Yu Ge out of the corner of his eye.

Hearing Song Jingshen's words, Yu Ge said "oh", put the flowers on the table, and turned to serve the dishes. She didn't seem to care about the bouquet of roses.

Song Jingshen's heart suddenly exploded, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, glowing with vigor, and his movements became more and more brisk.

No.

He smiled and scooped up the ribs from the pot.

Xiaoyu has no one else but him.

They are all wishful thinking toads, go to the sewer and stay there for the rest of their lives, watching him and the little fish live happily together in a dark and twisted way!

Yu Ge entered the kitchen and stared at the bouquet of roses again.

A rose for Song Jingshen?

Is Ji Yan provoking her in person, hinting that she should break up quickly?

Forget it, there’s no point in worrying about so much. This rose looks really appetizing.

Yu Ge's long silence behind him made Song Jing's deep breathing stagnate, his heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he raised his head suddenly. He pretended not to care and asked:

"What's wrong? Xiaoyu?"

Yu Ge picked up the rose, looked at it and said, "I just suddenly wanted to eat cabbage."

Chinese cabbage?

Song Jingshen was stunned for a moment, then his clear gaze moved to Rose and he almost laughed out loud.

Yes, cabbage.

After Yu Ge finished his meal, he sat down at the coffee table at Song Jingshen's invitation.

He has liked the coffee table very much since last night. In the morning, he wiped it again and again while humming a song. Now he lit a candle and put fruits on the table. He sat beside it and read a book quietly and elegantly.

Without coming up with a thorough plan, Yu Ge continued reviewing. Not long into his review, the communicator on his wrist suddenly rang.

Song Jingshen's eyes moved to Yu Ge calmly, and he asked casually, "Xiao Yu, who is it?"

Yu Ge was afraid that Song Jingshen would remember the smell from last night again, so he simply turned off the privacy mode and showed her the screen on the communicator.

All I saw on the screen was a message from someone named Xu Mingting.

Xu Mingting: What’s the matter?

Song Jingshen withdrew her gaze, and Yu Ge quickly told her in detail about the treatment fluid.

It took a long time for the other end to reply: Which noble gave it to you?

Yu Ge hesitated for a moment and typed: Councillor Xun.

There was another period of silence before a message came out: That’s fine, my ID is…

Yu Ge stared at the three words—Is that okay?

The Xun family can do it, but the others can’t?

After Yu Ge confirmed Xu Mingting's time, he copied Xu Mingting's ID, pasted and entered the date, and submitted it. He forwarded the voucher to Xu Mingting and received a reply:

Thank you, Xiaoyu, Aunt You will remember your help.

The quiet and introverted young man noticed Yu Ge's long-term operation, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked over as if inadvertently, and caught a familiar word at a glance - Aunt You?

When he wanted to look again, Yu Ge had already exited the chat interface, and he just happened to see the familiar rose avatar.

That damn Monata Rose.

He stared at it intently. Yu Ge clicked on the message page. There was only one message on it: Are you willing to agree?

After sending the message, Ji Yan leaned back into the soft palace chair and tapped the armrest with his long fingers.

Next time I teach her how to wear it, which one should I choose that looks better?

If I choose the sapphire blue one, will it make my skin look whiter and more noble?

Yu Ge was a little confused when he saw the message.

Promise what?

Do you agree to break up?

Is this something she can decide?

Yu Ge was annoyed and typed: Get lost.

After the message was sent with a click, there was a sudden burst of laughter behind me.

Yu Ge turned his head suspiciously, only to see the elegant and handsome young man with his head lowered, his long hair all pulled to one side, revealing his clear and exquisite jawline, slender white neck, and delicate and beautiful collarbone.

The beauty under the lamp, elegant and refined, a very beautiful picture.

Noticing Yu Ge's gaze, Song Jingshen looked up blankly and asked gently, "What's wrong, Xiaoyu?"

"Do you want cake or a drink?" He looked at Yu Ge with a gentle gaze, closed the book, and put it aside, "I'll prepare it for you."

Before Yu Ge could call for a stop, he had already stood up and went to the kitchen to busy himself.

There is an inexplicable excitement and positivity.

Isn't he smiling?

Song Jingshen's movements were very quick and swift. He came out with something in hand soon. Seeing Yu Ge still looking at him with a softer gaze, Wen Ya asked, "Are you getting impatient?"

Yu Ge shook his head, and the communicator beeped again, and a picture popped up.

Yu Ge turned his head and subconsciously clicked on the picture, zooming in, and a partial photo of a fair thigh wearing a shirt appeared.

In the photo, the lighting is dim, but the skin on the legs is warm, white and translucent.

Although white, he is not thin. His legs seem to be exerting strength, with thriving muscles. A tendon penetrates the muscles, leaving a slight indentation, vertically dividing the white muscles on the thigh into two pieces. It is just the right amount of strong without appearing rude, as exquisite and strong as an ancient Greek sculpture.

A sapphire blue leather strap is buckled around the leg, and two more straps extend out of the photo. The metal buckles at the elastic adjustment point are shining silver, which makes the two look more like expensive decorations than shirt clips.

The photo only shows part of her legs, with the exposed shirt clasps not much and incomplete. She is reserved and calm, a lustful temptation beneath her noble elegance that bewitches people's hearts.

There was also a message from Ji Yan below: I will attend a banquet the day after tomorrow night. Yu, what do you think of this shirt I am wearing?

Like a sincere question.