Became the boss's sweet wife after divorce

Yi Yun smiled enthusiastically. He lifted the thermos bucket in his hand and said, "When I went out with Mr. He to socialize the night before yesterday, I happened to see the text message you sent to Mr. He. I knew you had a cold, so I woke up early to make sure you had a cold." I ordered some shredded chicken and preserved egg porridge."

Ah……

Sending porridge is fake, but provocation is real.

He Shenming's new love is really brave enough to come to trouble him early in the morning, but the expression on his face when he speaks is really innocent, no wonder He Shenming treats him so unusually.

"No need, I don't like to eat this kind of food." Feng Yue refused coldly.

But Yi Yun smiled persistently: "Mr. Feng, my cooking skills are very good. Even Mr. He, who is very picky, likes the food I cook. You can try it. If you don't like it, I will give it a try." Go back and improve."

Feng Yue raised his eyes, and finally looked at Yi Yunlai seriously.

How could a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy be so thoughtful?

After a while, the corners of Feng Yue's lips curled up slightly. He looked at Yi Yun with a polite smile and said, "Really? Could it be that you want to come to our house as a cook?"

"You!" Yi Yun was so angry that his smile stopped suddenly.

Immediately, Feng Yue's eyes sank, he looked down at the person in front of him, and said with a strong sarcasm in his words: "But even if our family wants to hire a cook, the level is at least at the Michelin level, you... huh? ?”

Yi Yun lost face completely.

However, within a short while, a sense of grievance appeared on his face again, his bright eyes gradually turned red, and sparkling tears kept swirling in his eye sockets.

"Mr. Feng, you are too much. I came to bring you breakfast with good intentions, but you insult me ​​like this..."

Look, the way he looks wronged is really pitiful, no wonder even He Shenming treats him differently.

It's a pity, how could Feng Yue accept his tricks.

He glanced at him with disgust: "Little friend, you came to my door so early in the morning to cry, are you here to cry?"

Before Yi Yun had time to fully display his acting skills, he was taken aback by Feng Yue.

He raised his head and looked at him in astonishment. He only saw the disgust on Feng Yue's face, but he didn't show any signs of jumping.

"That's weird. I'm still alive. There are only two people and one cat living in our house. My Jingjing is also alive and kicking every day. It's not her that you're crying about, is it?"

Yi Yun came over knowing it, and immediately became impatient: "Why are you cursing your husband like that?"

Feng Yue's flat eyebrows were slightly raised, and he smiled suddenly: "Oh... so it was my husband who you were crying, so I'm really sorry, Shen Ming didn't die, I disappointed you, but... ..."

Feng Yue's conversation changed, and his contemptuous and ridiculous eyes glanced across Yi Yun's bewildered face.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't cry Mr. He..." Yi Yun hurriedly explained.

Feng Yue sighed helplessly. He shook his head and cast a glance at Yi Yun as if he hadn't seen it: "Did you misunderstand? Even if my husband dies, will it be your turn to cry?"

The implication is, are you worthy?

Yi Yun subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to argue, but when the words came to his lips, he choked up again.

He bit his trembling lips tightly, and looked at Feng Yue resentfully, but what was exasperating was that Feng Yue had indeed mentioned his weakness.

Feng Yue could swallow countless grievances in front of He Shenming, because he loved him so much.

But what kind of thing is Yi Yun, what right does he have to come and shout in front of him?