can not help

At seven o'clock in the morning, the strong smell of steamed buns in the air lures the office workers who are rushing on the road to stop to pick up their pockets, and the sparrows on the tree are chirping as if they are discussing which one to steal for breakfast.A breakfast shop on the south side of the East Street is the one with the most complete breakfast in the East District, and the store has also been expanding in recent years.The boss and the proprietress together with a few helpers get up at 4:5 every morning and start working. The door opens at [-]:[-], whether it is meat buns, pies, mochi balls, bean paste buns, soy milk, tofu brain, beef vermicelli soup, etc.

Standing in front of the transparent window, Han Yue looked at the few styles of breakfast left in the cupboard. After hesitating for a while, he finally bought a few meat buns, two servings of soy milk and a few deep-fried dough sticks. In Longyu Garden, it was already 07:30 when we entered the unit door and arrived at the door.

Usually at this time, office workers have already left their homes and started to run around for their livelihood, but for students who have no classes, they may still be immersed in their dreams at this moment, not knowing whether they are playing chess with Zhou Gong or fighting with someone.

Han Yue took out the spare key in his pocket, and the clear gourd opened the door by himself, and he yelled without raising his head when he entered the door: "Stinky boy, the sun is drying your butt, hurry up and have breakfast, brother, I'll give it to you!" Bring delicious food, not too fast..."

Before he could yell out the next words, he swallowed them back abruptly. His head was half raised and stuck there, his eyes fixed on Murong Ling who was standing not far in front of him.

"First, sir..."

Murong Ling hummed lightly, Qian Shucheng poked his head out from the bathroom, saw someone coming, and then remembered that he forgot to tell this idiot not to come back first, he licked the toothpaste foam around his mouth, and silently shrunk his head went back.

Murong Ling didn't feel much about it. He knew that Han Yue lived here, and this was arranged by himself.

He can't even guarantee his own situation now, let alone Qian Shucheng, he doesn't know what kind of situation Qian Shucheng will face next, but he also knows that the hand hidden in the dark has begun to reach out to this side.Now that Han Yue has been exposed, it is better to expose it thoroughly, so that he can live an aboveboard life around Qian Shucheng and at least have an extra layer of security.Han Yue's skill is still trustworthy, and he can take care of each other with those people he arranged in the dark.

Han Yue changed his shoes, and walked towards the kitchen with his legs crossed like a little daughter-in-law, and put the food in his hand on the plate and brought it to the dining table.

"Sir, haven't you eaten yet? What do you want to eat? I bought some casually and see if there is anything you like. If you are not used to eating, I will buy something else."

Before Murong Ling could answer, Qian Shucheng, who just came out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth, sat down at the dining table with a disgusted expression on his face, poked the buns on the table with his chopsticks and said, "Why don't you ask me if I'm satisfied. I bought breakfast for the first time and didn't ask me what I want to eat, so I will sue you for discrimination."

Han Yue glared at him, then smiled at Murong Ling and said, "You usually don't get up in the morning, if it wasn't for your husband lying under the covers at this time today, it would be a waste to buy it."

Qian Shucheng picked up the bun that had been poked with several holes, took a bite, stuffed his mouth full, and said with some slurred words: "Then you still bring it to me every time, Tsundere."

Han Yue's face blushed a little, and he wanted to hide it and said: "I want to eat it myself."

Qian Shucheng glanced at the two cups of soy milk, and said in a strange tone: "Oh, there are two servings of soy milk, are you a pig?"

Han Yue obviously wanted to show his personal self-cultivation today, and he was too lazy to chat with Qian Shucheng, but just sat quietly at the dining table, not knowing what such a good-tempered appearance could bring him.

He looked at the only two cups of soy milk, and hurriedly pushed the one in front of him to Murong Ling.

"Sir, drink soy milk."

As soon as the cup was pushed over, Qian Shucheng stopped him, and he returned the cup with a look of disgust: "You drink."

Just as Han Yue was about to yell back, 'I haven't touched this cup yet', Qian Shucheng got up and went to the kitchen, and brought out a cup.

Qian Shucheng put the cup full of honey water in front of Murong Ling, turned his head and raised his eyebrows provocatively at Welding Moon: "Stop being so courteous, who knows how many additives are in your cup of soy milk, sir, I will prepare it for my husband." Honey water, pure natural and pollution-free, you should drink soy milk by yourself."

"You didn't drink less yourself." Gritting his teeth, Han Yue plunged the straw in and took a deep breath, as if what he pierced was not the cup but Qian Shucheng's brain.

Qian Shucheng smiled very proudly.

How angry you are, how angry you are, has half a cent to do with me?

Murong Ling took the honey water, and the warm temperature passed through the glass to his fingertips, and then his whole body seemed to be warm. At this moment, he was a little reluctant to drink it.

He was dumbfounded by the idea that came to him suddenly, it was just a glass of ordinary honey water, and Aunt Chen often brewed it for herself, it was no different.He picked up the cup and drank it down without any hesitation.

Qian Shucheng returned to his seat, quickly picked a bun from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, while chewing, he winked at Han Yue.

The eyes of the two were still competing fiercely in the air, and the crackling fire was reflected in the eyes of the two, as if the fire could really be wiped out in the next second.

Murong Ling got up after drinking a glass of honey water, turning a blind eye to the childish behavior of the two people in front of him.

Qian Shucheng hastily withdrew his gaze that was gaining the upper hand, chewed the remaining bun skin in his mouth, swallowed it and said, "I haven't eaten yet, why go?"

Murong Ling slowed down and said, "You eat, I have something to do."

Qian Shucheng didn't care about solving his food and clothing problems, so he left Han Yue to sit at the dining table for no reason, and dragged Murong Ling to the living room.After confirming that Han Yue couldn't see, he leaned in front of Murong Ling and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Murong Ling was a little confused, so, didn't he say something just now, and pulled himself out furtively just to repeat it again?

Qian Shucheng's eyes were burning, and he acted frankly and leniently resisting strictness, as if Murong Ling was going to the battlefield instead of doing something that sounded ordinary.

Murong Ling really didn't understand what was going on in Qian Shucheng's mind, and he didn't even know how to continue the words, so he could only make an expression of what exactly you wanted to express.

Qian Shucheng really thought about it for a while, then looked back furtively, and after confirming that there was no one else around, he said in a muffled voice, "Is this an excuse you made to leave my place?"

His tone sounded as wronged as it was. He felt like a little daughter-in-law who was abandoned by a scumbag.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There was a coughing sound from the direction of the restaurant, as violent as if the lungs were about to be coughed out.

Qian Shucheng: "..."

Why don't you cough to death!let you eavesdrop!

It was only then that Murong Ling came to a sudden surprise, but he didn't feel any embarrassment when the conversation was overheard. He just looked at Qian Shucheng and asked in confusion, "Are you afraid that I will go back?"

Qian Shucheng's eyes flashed, and he disappeared all the expressions of cursing Han Yue, and put on a pitiful expression again, even the tails of his slender eyes drooped half a bit, and he nodded to Murong Ling with his mouth pursed.

Murong Ling laughed and said, "What do you want me to do here?"

Qian Shucheng: "..."

do what?There are many things that can be done, such as... sleep.

He was afraid that Murong Ling would turn his head and leave after saying such shameless words, so he hurriedly searched his heart for the vocabulary he had learned through years of hard study, and said carefully, "You have the heart to leave me alone Do you live in such a big house? You stare in a daze in the cold air every day, cook some instant noodles when you’re hungry, and you can’t even eat a couple of warm meals.”

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The coughing in the restaurant became more violent, and now he encouraged his internal organs to say goodbye to his body together.

Qian Shucheng cursed in his heart that he deserved it, why are you everywhere.

Murong Ling was really speechless, didn't Han Yue live here?Han Yue is not human?

He pretended to be thinking seriously, and said after a while: "How about I find you a nanny? If it's not possible, let Aunt Chen come over to accompany you? The cook in the house is also fine, you like his dishes too. "

Hearing that Qian Shucheng almost touched his tongue, it would be better for him to live in Murong's house directly if Aunt Chen came over. If he said "Hello, young master" to Aunt Chen's face every day, I don't know why he would die early in his heart , too short life.

His pained face was so funny, Murong Ling suppressed his smile and turned away. He couldn't stay here for a long time. It was not safe for himself or Qian Shucheng, let alone Han Yue. At this.

Han Yue's function is personal protection, it would be inconvenient for anyone if he stays here.Qian Shucheng's current novelty is just the cause. He has just returned from abroad for half a year, and he still can't tell whether it is liking or dependence.

After all, Qian Shucheng was still a child who hadn't grown up in Murong Ling's heart, even though this child was already taller than himself, and his wide palms might already be able to support his own sky.

He took his coat and put it on the back of the sofa.

After hearing this, Han Yue would find that there was no movement in the living room. He guessed that there was nothing to dodge for the time being, so he got out, even though he hadn't succeeded in dodging just now.

Han Yue's breakfast was full of twists and turns, and after he came out, he was afraid of indigestion, so he wandered around the living room.After walking for a few steps, Murong Ling suddenly said to him: "Xiao Cheng said you went out to deal with things yesterday?"

Murong Ling basically knew about Han Yue's affairs, and Murong Ling participated in the drafting of the plan he was implementing, so he didn't shy away from Murong Ling in the matter he was doing, and said openly, "Yes, it's not too difficult to say. Thank you sir."

Sitting on the sofa, eating melon seeds in a muffled voice, thinking about how to spit out the melon seeds from Qian Shucheng, who was stopped by Murong Ling, without looking back, he said angrily, "Isn't that right, I really should thank you very much."

Murong Ling looked at the back of Qian Shucheng's head, wondering where his resentment came from, and then thought about it, maybe it was because he wanted to leave to play a child's temper?

Han Yue and Qian Shucheng were never polite, they didn't bother to pay attention to his behavior when he had nothing to do, and said to Murong Ling: "Young Master Ren yesterday, sir, remember."

"I'm not stupid, how could I not remember."

Han Yue suppressed his temper, took a deep breath and continued, "That Young Master Ren is Yan Sheng's young master, named Ren Xuying."

Speaking of this, Han Yue paused, subconsciously looked at someone who was still eating melon seeds, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief seeing that he was not ready to interrupt.If Murong Ling wasn't here, he might have jumped on the sofa and beat Qian Shucheng up when Qian Shucheng interrupted for the second time.

He withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice, "Ren Xuying is also in that group of students."