Early the next morning. Romance debuts

I rubbed my eyes, and when I got up, there was no one around.

Two crumpled quilts, and the other bed still has residual warmth.

I called Ye Jingchong softly, but no one responded, so I lifted the quilt and suddenly found that a set of clothes had been neatly arranged on the bedside table - a black and white professional suit, old-fashioned and dull.

Thinking of Ye Jingchong's not very good face last night, I felt a little funny. I took the clothes and looked at them, the skirt was a knee-length hip-hugging skirt, and the collar of the blouse was high, so I didn't have to worry about the scenery below looming.

I rolled up my thin shirt, and the sunlight filtered through like a layer of cicada wings. The material of the clothes is very comfortable, but the style is a little old-fashioned. I was a little speechless, but I put on my clothes at the thought of the man's stinky face.

After washing, I walked out the door and heard a crackling sound in the kitchen. Pacing to the kitchen door, I saw a familiar figure busy inside.

In a hurry.

"Ye Jingchong, what are you doing?"

He turned, shovel in hand, cuffs rolled up to reveal a piece of skin.

"Don't you see, prepare breakfast, come over and help." He wiped his sweat, the shovel swayed with his movements, as if he was dancing with a knife, and he didn't know where to find the apron, the pattern of Winnie the Pooh...... I stifled a smile and walked over to take a look.

He was scrambling eggs, and the fire was boiling a little violently, and the eggs were quickly burned. I looked down at the trash can behind me, and there were several charred eggs lying inside.

"Ye Jingchong, why don't you let me come?" As soon as I said this, I was met with a threatening look from him.

"You go out first, and you'll have breakfast in five minutes."

"Are you sure?"

I looked at the half-finished products in the pot, it was miserable, did I really want to eat such a breakfast?

"Allen won't eat the breakfast you cooked." I said hatefully, I guess as long as it is a normal taste, people can't stand it.

"Allen isn't as pampered as you are." Ye Jingchong replied expressionlessly, with a little pride in his tone. His son, how could he not know?

I was speechless and had to walk out of the kitchen.

Allen hadn't gotten up yet, so I turned on the TV and watched it for a while.

In the morning news, the anchor said calmly, and nothing special seemed to happen.

I listened while doing yoga.

The air in the early morning is good.

The open windows of Tongguò occasionally blow in a gust of wind, and the curtains sway in the breeze, which is pleasant.

I hummed a little tune and leaned down, my arms fixed between my legs, and slowly got up. I learned yoga when I was abroad for many years, and at first I had a feeling of torn bones, but with the help of a blonde and blue-eyed coach, I began to master the essentials of the movements, and slowly realized that yoga is an activity that can relax the body and mind.

The voice of the beautiful anchor on TV came out, sweet as the fruit blooming in summer. She finished talking about a piece of financial news and then said.

"This morning, Mr. Qin and his fiancée Jessica returned from the United Kingdom, and it is rumored that this return may have a certain connection with the hospitalization of the head of the Ye family......

I stopped moving, my eyes projected onto the screen.

The picture has been switched, and the two people who are surrounded by reporters are wearing masks, and there is a chaotic scene after coming out of the pick-up gate. The two of them walked slowly in the surging crowd, as if walking on the street.

The woman is tall, wearing a silver-gray tweed coat and black high boots to set off her strong woman temperament. The man standing next to her was even longer, and the coat of the same color felt different on him. The two of them stood together, and the golden boy and girl were very eye-catching.

The female anchor's voice continued to come, and there seemed to be envy and maybe a little jealousy in her voice.

At this time, Ye Jingchong was walking out of the kitchen