Yan Huan

Yan Mingrang looked at Yan Huan, who was busy in the small kitchen early in the morning, and Ji Shichen, who was helping on the side. He was slightly stunned, then rolled up his sleeves, and sat in front of the stove adding firewood.

When Mo Yu came over with a medicine bowl, he saw this scene, and was so surprised that he almost smashed the bowl in his hand. One was the owner of Zheyan Village who existed like a god, and the other was a master swordsman who ruled the rivers and lakes. Adding fuel to the fire, he, who has always been indifferent, couldn't help but calm down.

Looking at the meals that were placed on the table not far away, the tempting aroma kept wafting away, and the hooked person's appetite was whetted, Mo Yu once again looked at Yan Huan differently.

Yan Huan decorated the well-preserved food box and handed it to Mo Yu: "Thank you for boiling the medicine yourself and bringing it here." In his previous life, Yan Huan's cooking skills were amazing, no matter what ingredients were in his hands, he could transform them A delicious dish, if his body allows it, it will be a matter of minutes to become a master of the chef world.

It was the first time for Ji Shichen to eat a meal made by Yan Huan. He is usually very picky about food, but when he ate the porridge and side dishes in front of him, he thought it was more delicious than any food he had eaten before. Gentle, his people are really good everywhere.

Mo Yu returned to his Qingxinyuan with the food box, looked at Mo Yan who was standing in the courtyard, "What's the matter?" He came to look for him so early in the morning.

Mo Yan didn't reply, just looked at the food box Mo Yu was carrying and smiled: "I remember you never eat breakfast."

Mo Yu glanced at the food box in his hand: "I went to Linglong Garden." Then he remembered something, his eyes flashed and he said narrowly: "The Lord made it."

"What!" Mo Yan was so startled that the emerald jade in his hand dropped.

Mo Yu walked into the room with the food box in a good mood, not paying any attention to the petrified person in the courtyard who was bombed.

After breakfast, Yan Huan looked at the warm tonic that Mo Yu brought, picked it up and smelled it, then drank it with his head up. The best medicinal materials are only used to replenish the body, and he feels that it is still a waste.

After resting for more than half a month, Yan Huan felt that the flesh on his body had almost gained two or three catties. Zheyan Villa was the number one villa in the world after all, and Ji Shichen either accompanied him to read and write or watched him pound medicine every day. Refining drugs, when his elder brother was running the company in the past, he was so busy that he was out of breath one day, he simply put down the books in his hand, looked at Ji Shichen who was playing chess alone in front of him: "I said, you are very free."

Ji Shichen looked at Yan Huan's slightly suspicious eyebrows, gently raised the corners of his eyebrows that were thinking, leaned over his body slightly, and brushed away the slightly messy hair on Yan Huan's forehead with his slender fingers: "I want to spend more time with you .”

Yan Huan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he couldn't help sitting up straight: "You want to go out?"

"En." The fingers slid down the fair face and stopped on the red lips, pressing gently.

The numbness coming from his lips made Yan Huan involuntarily stick out his small tongue and lick it lightly, and then felt □□his hand trembled, and looked up, his black eyes were deep and coquettish, exaggerating □□undisguised Staring straight at him, as if he was about to suck him in, Yan Huan heard her heart beating, and instinctively backed away before Ji Shichen came over: "Wait a minute , I have something to say."

Ji Shichen looked at Yan Huan's shrinking appearance, amused and angry, retreated and sat lazily on the bed, beckoning him to continue talking.

Yan Huan coughed and said, "I want to go to Yaowang Valley while you're not here." First, he went back to see Mouton, and second, he had something to confirm.

"Okay." Ji Shichen agreed without thinking, "Do you need me to send someone to follow you?"

"No, my brother is here." Ever since Mo Yuncheng came back, he had never had the chance to sit down and have a good chat with Yan Mingrang. Yan Mingrang seemed impermanent, but Yan Huan knew in his heart that he was worried about him. This time he went to Yaowang Valley and had a good talk with him.

Yan Huan also knew what Ji Shichen was worried about. Tang Mu was dead. On the surface, the Tang family had no movement due to the power of Zheyan Villa, but Yan Huan knew that the Tang family would never let it go. the face of home.