Jiang Guangguang shook off the snowflakes that had fallen on his body, and slowly followed back to the villa. When she entered the door, Cheng Rongjian was handing the coat to her aunt, and when she saw her, his movements paused, and then he slowly instructed the aunt: "Take Miss Jiang to change her clothes." ”

There are no clothes this morning, Jiang Guangguang is still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

"No need to ......" Jiang Guangguang originally wanted to say that I could go by myself, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Rongjian, he hooked his lips and said, "I'll change it for you personally?" ”

Jiang Guangguang was silent and followed his aunt upstairs. It was snowing outside, but inside the villa it was warm as spring. When Jiang Guangguang came down from upstairs, he was wearing a loose goose yellow sweater, probably because the clothes were thin, and the whole person looked even thinner.

In the kitchen, the aunt was already preparing lunch, Cheng Rongjian was sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper, Jiang Guangguang walked over, rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers, and said, "Second master, I'll cook you a soup." ”

Cheng Rongjian glanced up at her and didn't answer. He put down the newspaper in his hand, called his aunt, and instructed, "Make more soup and porridge to nourish the stomach in the future." He paused and continued slowly: "I am hungry all day long, and it would be strange if my stomach could be good." ”

Full and hungry, this obviously refers to her.

Jiang Guangguang's heart was hit hard, and he looked at Cheng Rongjian in a trance. He sat quite casually, his handsome face a little blurred in the soft light of the chandelier.

"Aren't you going to make soup?" Seeing her standing still, Cheng Rongjian glanced at her.

Jiang Guangguang let out a slow sigh, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

When he entered the kitchen, Jiang Guangguang did not cook the soup. Standing in the corner, he lowered his head and took out a cigarette and smoked it. Outside the window, the snow was falling, and her figure was thin and lonely in the shadows.

She slowly finished smoking a cigarette, and then stepped forward and asked her aunt to start cooking the soup.

After lunch, Cheng Rongjian said slowly: "The room on the left is reserved for you, if you have anything to bring, just put it over." Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and said slowly, "It's better not to enter the study upstairs. ”

It's better not to go in means don't go in, he didn't say much after he finished speaking, raised his wrist to look at the time, stood up, said that he would not come back tonight, took the coat in his aunt's hand and left.

The sound of a car's engine came from the yard, and Jiang Guangguang paced to the window, looking at the gloomy sky and the heavy snow.

Cheng Rongjian will not do useless things. Arrange her here, whether it is for her to hide from Lu Zizhen, or the half-truth that wants to raise her to be fat for nothing, she really doesn't believe it at all......

Jiang Guangguang thought of the meal he invited that day, as well as the recipe handed over by his aunt today. His mind is really the same as the legend...... Even temptation is quiet.

Jiang Guangguang's thoughts paused slightly, and the words that let his aunt make soup and porridge to nourish his stomach suddenly popped up in his mind. Her body stiffened slightly.

Cheng Rongjian sat in the car, listening indifferently to Anan in the passenger seat in front of him reporting about the things in the casino. From time to time, there was a faint hum sound.

In the end, Anan took out a computer, switched the screen, and said respectfully: "Second master, this is what you ordered before, and it has been done." ”

As he spoke, he handed the computer to Cheng Rongjian.

Cheng Rongjian raised his head and glanced at it, and hummed lightly.