Heavy eyelids, suddenly relaxed.

Moved, slowly opened.

The elder brother was holding a bowl of steaming, fragrant porridge, looking at him gently.

The corners of his lips raised.

Sweetly exclaimed, "Brother." ”

Ji Yuran smiled and kissed his face, scooped up a spoonful, blew it, and fed it to his lips.

"Come, the eel millet porridge made by Uncle Housekeeper, your favorite food."

Mio took the spoon in her mouth.

Eyes blinked.

Favorite food?

He seems to have never eaten it, right?

But the taste is familiar.

It's also very delicious.

The doubts in my heart were suddenly put away, and I began to enjoy it.

"Delicious!"

I felt my empty stomach slowly warm up, and my mouth let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Sure enough, Uncle Butler's cooking skills are unmatched!

Ji Yuran's expression was gentle.

Even if Mio doesn't have the memory of these ten years, it doesn't matter.

As long as he's still around.

The favorite is his brother.

Always with him.

Actually, he didn't want Mio to recover.

In this way, he will always be dependent on him.

He can also build a gorgeous house and live with him.

Let his world be only himself.

All the joys, sorrows, and sorrows are oneself.

Think of the unspeakable heat surging up in my heart.

Luo Mio reached out and touched her neck.

What's going on?

Why do you always feel cold?

It's not cold.

Odd.

While eating, I thought.

Ji Yuran looked at him silently, his eyes deep.

Luo Mio is not in good health now.

As soon as I was full, I wanted to sleep again.

Tuck the quilt for him, make sure the air conditioner is at a constant temperature, and go out lightly.

Someone from below came the news.

Someone caught it.

I want to smuggle out of the country.

How can it be?

"Young Master, you're here."

When the bodyguard captain saw Ji Yuran, he hurriedly greeted him.

In the small warehouse, more than a dozen people gathered.

The two people nestled in the corner, covered in blood, with bruises and swollen faces, were particularly conspicuous.

Ji Yuran walked over slowly, looking down at the half-lying person condescendingly.

He stepped on the face of the thin man in the black T-shirt and crushed it hard, his voice gloomy.

"Jiang Jiabao, long time no see."

"Ahh

Jiang Jiabao screamed.

Crazy struggle.

He felt like his nose was broken.

Tears popped up uncontrollably.

It hurts.

The man next to him who couldn't see his face clearly, but was no better than Jiang Jiabao.

I was trembling all over.

I was scared and wanted to climb to the side.

As soon as I moved, my whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.

Cold sweat continued to spill out.

The already embarrassed face looks even more hideous and terrifying.

"Looks like your companion is scared."

Ji Yuran took in the reactions of the people next to him, and his tone was profound.

Hearing the people at his feet, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Ji, Ji, Ji Yuran, you, you, you're not injured."

Jiang Jiabao was caught and beaten violently, and he knew that the matter was exposed.

Thinking about it anyway, they all pulled Ji Yuran and Luo Mio together.

That's enough.

As a result, the person who told him that Luo Mio should be dead and Ji Yuran was seriously injured.

It turned out to be a lie to him.

Ji Yuran is fine at all.

Bastard, asshole.

"Ahh

The face was trampled hard, and the swelling pain of the eyeballs on the edge of the explosion.

Make his whole face distort.

Ji Yuran couldn't help but chuckle, full of anger.

"Not only am I not injured, but Mio is not dead, and she is alive and well, but I want you, life is better than death."

Looking at Jiang Jiabao's gaze, it was like looking at a dead man.

But he wouldn't let him die so easily.

Raise a harsh arc.

Go on.