Delicate and picturesque facial features, temperament charming, both good and evil.

On the left side of a pair of soul-stirring peach blossom eyes, a tear as red as blood, reflecting the glamorous and bewitching eyes, like a bewitching poisonous flower that leads people to sin.

Nangong Qingchen's eyes lit up, and he deeply smelled the fragrance in the air.

Rushed towards Song Yuyi.

"Just right, I'm hungry!" Nangong Qingchen saw the fragrant noodles on the table.

Song Yuyi stretched out his hand and picked up the fragrant noodles.

"This bowl of noodles is for Qinqin."

Nangong Qingchen was disappointed, "Then let the kitchen aunt make another bowl." ”

The kitchen aunt was embarrassed, "Young master, this is Mr. Song's own cooking, I can't do it." ”

Nangong Qingchen was taken aback.

"Song Shao, you can actually cook!" He closed his mouth in surprise.

Song Yuyi's proud chin was slightly raised, staring at the upstairs room.

Ignore Nangong Qingchen.

——

Ye Qinqin sat in the warm water, and in his mind, he recalled the burning of love and desire in the cabin.

Song Yuyi asked her fiercely while saying love words that made her cheeks burn.

Exuberant energy, tireless.

Looking down, I remembered when he squeezed his hands in front of his chest.

The crush when he enshrined her as a treasure.

On the collarbone, dense kiss marks remind the madness of love and love.

Ye Qinqin's cheeks were crimson, so he quickly washed it and put on his bathrobe.

Leave the room and go downstairs to find Song Yuyi.

"Brother Yi." Ye Qinqin was surprised.

It was the first time she saw Song Yuyi wearing a white apron.

Song Yuyi, who is dressed in a straight suit, is elegant and elegant, cold and noble.

Unruly, arrogant and noble.

Standing in the center of the crowd, standing out from the crowd, the brilliance is scorching, dazzling.

But after he put on a white apron.

A little more cute, a little less cold.

"Qinqin, come and eat noodles." Song Yuyi said softly.

——

The noodles are delicious, full of color and flavor.

Ye Qinqin finished eating the noodles.

Raising his eyes, he saw Song Yuyi's gentle and doting gaze.

"Brother Yi, your craftsmanship is master." Ye Qinqin praised.

Song Yuyi smiled slightly.

The beautiful and elegant face is as tender as water.

The unfathomable eyes stared at Ye Qinqin, reluctant to move away.

Ignoring Nangong Qingchen, who was regarded as nothing.

Nangong Qingchen was helpless, "Song Shao, can you ignore me." ”

"You have something to say." Ye Qinqin was ready to avoid.

Song Yuyi stretched out his hand and picked up the paper.

Wipe off the soup stains between Ye Qinqin's lips.

"Leave him alone, he's looking for nothing." Song Yuyi didn't like someone to attract Ye Qinqin's attention.

No one but him.

Nangong Qingchen covered his forehead, and his heart was ruthlessly hurt.

"Nangong Qingchen, say something quickly, and get out if you have nothing to do." Song Yuyi's tone was distant and indifferent.

Even if it's crude words.

When he speaks, it also makes people feel elegant and noble.

Nangong Qingchen sighed.

He has always been loved by thousands of girls, but in Song Shao's eyes, he will become annoying if he stays for a second.

His heart was going to break.

"Song Shao, next Monday is the three-day Morning Light Festival held by Dongyang School, and Principal Nangong wants to invite you to participate." Nangong Qingchen said immediately.

If he doesn't say anything else, he'll be thrown out.

"Qinqin, are you going?" Song Yuyi stared at Ye Qinqin.

Ye Qinqin hesitated, "I don't know." ”

When he spoke, his words were lost, and his happy expression couldn't restrain his nervousness.

In the depths of his eyes, a touch of gloom and helplessness swept by.

Song Yuyi stared at Ye Qinqin deeply, not missing the tension and gloom in Ye Qinqin's eyes.

He wanted to know what made Ye Qinqin gloomy and nervous.