[System: Host, you have to hold on.] I just got the news that Makoto will be cooking you a big meal tonight. 】

An Yang didn't bother to raise his eyelids, [Nothing to offer, is he going to sell it to me? ] 】

[System: ??? How do you know?! 】

[Anyang: I'm so hungry that I don't want to talk ......]

[System: ......]

That night, four plates of green vegetables appeared on the dilapidated table. Looking at the feast without even some oil and water, Anyang's eyes were red aggrieved.

[System: ...... Well, I didn't expect him to slam the door like a cluster. This is really far from his later style of spending a lot of money. 】

[Anyang: There are as many expectations as there are disappointments. 】

"What's wrong?"

Sincerity glanced at her with a deep taste, and the complex emotions in her eyes were silent, so that An Yang couldn't understand it.

She didn't say anything, raised her hand to wipe her tears, choked and swallowed the last bite of steamed buns.

"Cheng An is full," she leaned behind Cheng and pinched his shoulders with a pair of hands.

Makoto was a little comfortable pinched by her, but looking at the dishes that had barely been touched, he couldn't help but be curious, "Why don't you eat it?" ”

"My brother went to work for Cheng An, and he must be very tired, so Cheng An didn't eat it, and left it to his brother ......"

Makoto's body stiffened obviously, he stared at the table in front of him, and instantly lost the mind to eat.

"Rest early."

In the dead of night, Anyang was already asleep.

He came outside and skillfully began to swallow the clouds and spew fog. The smoke and dust filled the starry sky, as if unconsciously blending in with the night.

"Oh, interesting," his soles crushed and stained with shiny cigarette butts, his gaze swept thoughtfully over the worn windows.

The system leaned against the window and shivered in fright at the sight of his sharp gaze.

His gaze was so penetrating that for a moment it thought it had been discovered. It's total, not like a child's eyes!

In the early morning of the second morning, there was a slight bright color, and Anyang was dragged up by Cheng.

Finding that he was carrying the clever baggage he had packed a few days ago, An Yang was sleepy and teary-eyed, "Brother, are we going to move?" ”

"Well," Cheng pulled her and walked two steps, and suddenly stopped inexplicably and subtly, "Cheng An, will you regret it?" ”

An Yang raised his head and shook his head solemnly, "I'll go wherever my brother goes." ”

"Brother, I will raise you when I grow up and give you a big meal."

Makoto lowered his head and bent his lower lip imperceptibly, and a small laugh came out briskly.

An Yang looked at the endless road ahead and imagined countless possibilities. Cheng is obviously a character who began to blacken in the early stage, otherwise the scene just now would not have appeared.

But she thought about countless possibilities, but she would never have imagined that when the two of them appeared in the mountains, a black sedan had been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. Cheng, you're back."

[Anyang: ......]

[System: ......]

[System: Ahem, the information is incorrect.] Cheng is a mid-term career, and then all the way to the peak of life. Now that we've been in advance for so long, how can we ......]

[Anyang: It's good, at least you don't have to eat bran vegetables. 】

An Yang nervously grabbed Cheng's arm and hid behind him timidly, staring curiously at Rao in front of him with a pair of beautiful big eyes.

The man in a black suit obviously flashed a trace of disgust in his eyes when he saw An Yang.