"But, young master, ...... by your side"

"Your task is to obey." The man's face suddenly turned cold.

"Yes, young master, Jiang Wu swears to protect the little young master to the death."

After hanging up the phone, Jue Xichen got up with an air conditioner and went back to the restaurant.

Qin Nianxuan had already finished eating the porridge and stood up, she was about to leave when the man's deep voice suddenly came.

"It's fine."

She froze and turned her head to look at him in surprise.

What did he say?

"Also, his name is Jue Nanchu now."

Lord ...... The beginning of the South?

changed his surname, and then he really returned to the Jue family, right?

Her eyes were a little sour, and she quickly turned her back and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I see." After saying this sentence in a hurry, she walked out of the dining room and went upstairs to her room.

Jue Xichen squinted at the woman's hurried figure, a pair of gray-blue eyes darkened, and then a grim smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He just wanted her to step into the abyss of pain step by step.

The man owes him, and he will get it back from her.

Including her smile.

The next day, Qin Nianxuan got up earlier than before.

She wanted to go for a morning run.

After washing up and changing into casual clothes, she went downstairs.

In the living room, the man sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, a bottle of red wine was placed on the coffee table, and he held a wine glass in one hand and took a sip of wine in a noble manner.

I glanced at the ancient European-style clock hanging on the wall, and it was only half past five.

Why did this man get up so early?

Pouting, she didn't say a word, and walked straight out of the living room.

"Where do you want to go?" The man's indifferent voice sounded behind him.

Her footsteps paused, and she said lightly, "Go out for a morning run." ”

"Come and pour me a drink." He never took his eyes off the newspaper.

“……”

She looked back at him, her brow furrowed, and finally obediently walked over and poured him a glass of wine.

"Can I go?" Putting down the wine, she asked indifferently.

"Go make breakfast." Jue Xichen turned the newspaper in his hand to the next page with an expressionless face, and in the process, the man didn't even lift his eyelids.

Make breakfast?

Qin Nianxuan's gaze fell in the direction of the kitchen.

Hasn't Jiang Ma gotten up to prepare breakfast yet?

As if he had guessed her thoughts, the man's thin lips opened lightly, "Mother Jiang has something to ask for leave." ”

“…… Oh. She replied nonchalantly, and turned to go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Jue Xichen raised his head, glanced at the woman's slender figure, and then took the laptop computer on the side, and connected to the administrative director of Belgium for a video conference.

Jiang's mother bought a lot of dishes, but Qin Nianxuan simply made two bowls of noodles.

Sometimes, when Ran Ran is tired of eating Western food, she will give her son noodles and occasionally stir-fry a few side dishes.

She is not very good at cooking, after all, she has been doing housework since she was a child, and although her mother always says that her cooking is unpalatable, she still enjoys the happiness of being able to cook for her family.

Bringing the noodles to the table, she informed him that breakfast was ready.

Jue Xichen glanced at the time on his watch.

Ten minutes?

It had only been ten minutes before breakfast had been made, and he wanted to see what she had done.

After cutting the line and putting the laptop on the table, he strode over, Qin Nianxuan was already sitting at the dining table, and he started to have breakfast first.

He sat down, and when he saw the breakfast in front of him, the man's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Noodles?

Didn't this woman know that he hated eating noodles?

Or did she do it on purpose?

He raised his eyes and glared in disgust at the woman who was unaware of the man's anger.

"Qin Nianxuan, give you three seconds to move this thing out of my sight immediately." He said in a deep voice, looking at the noodles of different lengths, and suddenly the figure of a woman busy in the kitchen suddenly flashed in his mind.

I don't know what I thought, his expression became more and more gloomy, as if there was a storm condensed under his eyes.

What is this man so angry about?