Ye Zhihan extinguished the cigarette butt and lit one next, he really rarely smoked, but today because of the extremely similar picture, he couldn't help but smoke another one. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The reason why he doesn't like to smoke is that he is afraid of the pain of losing a loved one, so he prefers to drink.

But his brother Ye Jingchen is different, since then, he has fallen in love with smoking, he remembers that his brother once told him that whenever he encounters troubles, as long as he smokes a cigarette, his heart will be much quieter, in fact, only he knows, that is he misses his father and mother.

Xiao Yichen and Ye Jingchen, they are really the same person, with similar names and similar personalities.

Ye Zhihan took a deep puff of cigarette, then slowly raised his head, spit out a beautiful smoke ring, and a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, he suddenly thought again, God took him not thin, many years later, he can still see the two people he cares about the most in this way, and what surprised him even more was that they would come together, such a magical world, it turned out that in the dark, God had already arranged it.

He threw the rest of his cigarette on the ground, snuffed it out on his toes, and then put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked slowly to the staircase, and then, step by step, walked down the steps.

By the time he walked down the steps, Xiao Yichen had disappeared, and Fang Yu was sitting on the sofa, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand, eating slowly, probably because his mouth hurt, right? She ate almost one by one.

Ye Zhihan looked at her side face, seeing that every time she ate a noodle, she would frown, it was really pitiful, Ye Zhihan stood for about five seconds, Fang Yu turned his head to look at him, and then the hand holding the chopsticks pointed to the other bowl on the coffee table, and said in a slightly vague voice, "That bowl of noodles is yours, eat it?" ”

Ye Zhihan looked in the direction of her fingers, only to see that there was still a bowl and a pair of chopsticks on the coffee table, she actually cooked noodles for him, like him, only blood, no need for rice, before he could speak, Fang Yu said in a slightly unhappy tone, "In the future, you have to learn to eat, and you are not allowed to suck human blood?" ”

glanced at Ye Zhihan, and seeing that Ye Zhihan did not react, he said again, "Don't forget, you are my slave for a hundred days." ”

Damn, she didn't say it, Ye Zhihan almost forgot about this stubble, as her slave, he even had to listen to her about it, but although Ye Zhihan was unhappy, he still walked over in a few steps, bent down and took the bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

He didn't sit on a sofa with Fang Yu, but chose the sofa opposite and sat down.

He held the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, looked down at the noodles in the bowl for a while, and then picked a few chopsticks and put them to his mouth, but after thinking about it, he put the noodles back into the bowl, not to mention letting him eat, but to let him see, he felt a little unbearable, or pursed his lips and put the bowl back in its place.

Fang Yu kept raising his eyelids, looking at his movements and expressions, seeing him pick up the noodles, frowning, and putting them back, he didn't take a bite in the end, he actually put the bowl on the coffee table again, pouted, and said, "What do you mean?" Do you think the noodles I cook are not delicious? ”

Ye Zhihan stilted his legs, looked at Fang Yu with strange eyes, and a helpless smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, "It's not that your noodles are not delicious, but I'm afraid that if I eat it, my body will rot?" ”