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"Yang Chen——!"

I caught up with him at the last second when the elevator closed, and before I had time to think about it, I reached out to grab the elevator door that was about to close.Seeing his face disappear behind the door, he stretched out his arm to block the slowly narrowing door at almost the same moment, allowing the elevator door to open again.

"Yang Chen, listen to my explanation..."

Before I could finish speaking, Yang Chen pulled me into the elevator, and then roared and smashed me down: "Xu Junyan, are you crazy? You think you're an Iron Man if you block the elevator with your hand?! What if I get caught by you?" Who is responsible? Can you save me some trouble?!"

I was stunned for a moment before I realized how dangerous my behavior was. If Yang Chen hadn't blocked it with his arm, he might really hurt his finger.I pursed my lips and reached out to hug him: "Don't be angry."

"What are you doing?" He turned his face away furiously, and couldn't help stabbing me with my previous words, "This is in the elevator, and there are cameras!"

"It's okay, I don't mind." I kissed him on the cheek, "Andre has always been mean. I have nothing to do with him. He just needs a lesson. You played right today—does your hand hurt?"

Yang Chen's attitude softened a bit, he snorted, and was finally willing to turn his head to look at me: "Aren't you protecting your precious brother?"

"The most important thing in my heart is you." I hurriedly climbed up the pole, taking out all the sweet words, "It's hard to come back today, why are you so unhappy? Let's go out for dinner, shall we? When are you leaving at night? I can watch a movie this afternoon."

"Xu Junyan." Yang Chen was not moved by these words, he pinched my chin and said in a cold voice, "It's best that you really didn't do anything to apologize to me."

I paused, and smiled in his gloomy eyes: "How could that be? How dare I."

"That would be great." He said impatiently, "I asked the driver to pick us up here and go back to my place. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come to your house. Every time I came, I would be in trouble."

I knew he was just complaining for a while, but it made me feel very uncomfortable. On the surface, I could only show that I didn't care, and followed him into the car obediently.I hope that when Andre goes to the hospital, it will not be mistaken for some violence - although it is indeed violence.

When he arrived at Yang Chen's own house, he went to shower as soon as he entered.He usually pays attention to his appearance, and he has reached the limit of his tolerance for not being able to change clothes when he comes back overnight.

Sodium Chloride was not at home, so I sent him pajamas into the bathroom, and asked, "Where's the dog?"

"Send it to my buddy to watch." He replied through the glass, "You don't live here, so I don't worry about the nanny taking it."

Not long after, Yang Chen came out wiping his wet hair. When he saw me sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, he turned pale and said in a very aggressive tone, "Where are you going for lunch?"

I said, "I'm waiting for you to come out and see what you want to order. I don't know if you want something lighter or..."

"I want to eat what you cook, didn't I tell you?!" I didn't expect such a trivial matter to make him lose his temper, "I don't want to eat outside food, otherwise do I need you here? Is it right? Will you order it?"

I was so yelled at by him that I was so angry that I thought that you would take a bath by yourself as soon as you came back, and you didn't tell me to cook at all; I don't have mind reading skills, so I can't read your true thoughts of Young Master Yang!But because I just comforted him just now, I can only stand up swallowing my anger: "I will do it now."

"Hurry up." He frowned and demanded in a bad tone, "I want something lighter."

"...I can't guarantee whether it tastes good or not." I whispered, then turned and went into the kitchen.

It is not difficult to cook.I have watched Song Cheng, a master chef, many times, and I fully understand how much salt to put in cooking, when to cook, and what color is the most attractive.

Cooking is hard.Especially when I have never practiced other dishes except for making soup a few times, and Yang Chen's refrigerator basically has no ingredients except drinks and alcohol.

His kitchen is quite spacious, and there are all kinds of kitchen utensils - but it can be seen from a glance that he doesn't usually have a lot of business, and he doesn't even have a bottle of decent seasoning.I glanced at Yang Chen who was sitting on the sofa, and noticed that the irritability in his body seemed to subside quickly, so I decided not to ask him for help, but to solve the problem by myself.

I searched for the instant noodles in the refrigerator for a long time before I found them in the corner. Holding the spatula, I hesitated for a while, and quickly turned on my phone to confirm the recipe for the next noodles.

It's you who said you want something lighter...I muttered in my heart, then I'll make egg noodles with vegetables.

The noodles came down quickly and were still piping hot and steaming when I served them.Yang Chen was already sitting in front of the dining table when the dishes were set. His slender knuckles tapped the table regularly, and he raised his eyebrows to look at the very plain noodle soup.

"There's really no ingredients left, so let's just eat something to fill our stomachs."

Embarrassed, I picked a chopstick of noodles and tasted it. Fortunately, I didn’t add too much salt, and it was moderately salty.I thought he would push him away in disgust, but I didn't expect that the always precious young master Yang also picked up the chopsticks and started to eat silently.

Although he has a grumpy temper, he has been educated by elites since he was a child, and he eats elegantly. Sitting across from me at the moment, he clearly has the image of a very noble and noble son.I didn't have any appetite, so I looked up at him after eating the taboo without interest, the hot steam from the noodles filled his pale thin lips with a trace of blood.

Probably because he was very hungry, he quickly finished the whole bowl of noodles, and even took two sips of soup as a reward.

I didn't expect him to be willing to eat this kind of poorly made food. I thought he would order a meal by himself if he lost his temper and tasted a few bites, so I didn't order too many noodles.I'm a little cramped now, and it feels inappropriate to push my own bowl: "Uh...do you still want to eat?"

"No. Leave the bowl alone, someone will come and clean it up."

Yang Chen glanced at me, and when he saw that I was going to get up to clean up the dishes, he made a soft sound.He didn't leave the dining table either, he lowered his beautiful eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, so I could only sit silently opposite him.

"...Xu Junyan."

I cheered up: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"Go to the study room, and help me find the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk." Yang Chen frowned slightly, "There should be a few bottles of the medicine I often take there, they are all the same, bring one here...give it to me Pour a glass of hot water."

"What's wrong with you?" I froze for a moment, "What's wrong?"

Yang Chen pursed his lips tightly, as if saying the reason was to show weakness, and finally admitted with a very ugly face: "...stomachache. Hurry up."

I hurriedly went to the study to look for medicine, but there was nothing in the location he said.I searched all the drawers but couldn't find the so-called stomach medicine, so I could only come out empty-handed: "Did you remember wrongly?"

Yang Chen supported his forehead with one hand and covered his abdomen with the other. Although he tried his best to bear it, he could still see the expression of pain.He whispered, "Forget it, I'll call and have my assistant bring it over."

"I'm going downstairs to buy it now." I said immediately, "What kind of medicine do you usually take? There is a pharmacy downstairs—"

"No, need, need." He gritted his teeth and said, "Xu Junyan, come here... accompany me."

He bites the last few words very lightly, if I hadn't listened carefully, I would have missed it.I approached him with my head down, and he grabbed my wrist: "Come with me to the sofa for a while."

At this time, Yang Chen still insisted on a proud attitude, he didn't want me to help him, he held my hand tightly and slowly moved over to sit down.I sat next to him and rubbed his back tentatively, hoping that the warmth of my palm would make him feel better.He was obviously sweating from the pain, but he still managed to finish the phone call.

I asked softly, "When did you start feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's a little bit when you get off the car. It's nothing at all, and it's not annoyed by your silly brother."

Yang Chen's voice was a little weak, and he leaned half on my shoulder.Looking at it from my angle, his eyelashes moved slightly, and the fragility of his handsome face became more and more obvious.

It turned out that he already had a stomachache when he came to see me all night, no wonder his complexion was so bad, his lips were almost losing color, but I didn't notice it.Wanting to eat the food I cooked was probably a coquettish act because of illness, but at that time I just felt annoyed.

"In the future... tell me if you feel uncomfortable." I hesitated for a moment, "You shouldn't be hungry all the time today, I will pay attention next time."

Yang Chen snorted as a response, and it took a long time before he said stiffly: "Actually... I'm also very impulsive today. I can't control my temper when my stomach hurts, and I always want to find something to get angry. If I do something to make You are angry, I apologize first."

"I'm fine..." I thought to myself, but Andre probably will be at odds with you, "You will be less social in the future, and the pain is so bad, have you gone to see a doctor?"

"Don't worry about this, it's all an old problem inherited from our family, I have a sense of proportion." Yang Chen's hand is always hot, interlocking my fingers.It seemed that the pain had eased a bit, he rubbed against my neck, "Hello, Xu Junyan."

"how?"

"...Your cooking is not bad." Yang Chen commented, paused again before opening his mouth, his tone suddenly brought a little melancholy nostalgia, "Actually, when I was young, my mother often made this kind of soup for me. The noodles…”

The doorbell rang at an untimely moment, Yang Chen immediately stopped talking, and with a displeased expression on his face, he returned to his appearance as the young master. He raised his jaw at me and signaled me to open the door.I didn't hear him talk about my mother very much, and I was interrupted when I was listening with interest. I couldn't help feeling a little regretful.Sighing resignedly, I opened the door, and was stunned when I saw the person coming.

"Hey, sister-in-law."

Yang Ke outside the door raised the bag in his hand, and when he saw me, he showed a bright smile, his narrow eyes narrowed into slits.

"—I'm here to deliver medicine to Brother Yang."