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Yu Gangan tilted his head and looked at it, and suddenly couldn't help but smirk twice, and then buried his head in the quilt.

She didn't know if everyone she was in love with for the first time would be the same as her, but she really couldn't sleep, so she was very late the next day.

Yu Gangan yawned and looked at his phone, it was almost ten o'clock.

Thinking that Master had just come back yesterday, Yu Gangan jumped up from the bed and washed up as fast as he could.

The fragrance wafts in the living room, seducing the body's hunger.

When Gui had already made breakfast, when he saw her come out, he hooked his lips and smiled warmly, "Get up." ”

Yu Gangan was still thinking about making breakfast for her master, she walked over quickly and sat down at the dining table: "Master, why do you get up so early, you should sleep more." ”

"I've slept enough......" when it came down to Gangan and poured a glass of warm water.

Breakfast is millet porridge, and it is accompanied by two side dishes, which looks simple, but the color and taste are complete.

Yu Gangan drank a mouthful of porridge, picked up the chopsticks again, tasted a bite of the side dish, and the little face smiled into happy squints, "The dishes made by Master are delicious, and every time I eat them, I have a feeling of happiness." ”

When Gui said: "Don't praise it, I don't know you yet, you praise me for the delicious food you cook all day long, but in fact, you don't want to cook." ”

Yu Gangan, who was exposed, grinned twice, like a cat who had stolen a fishy cat, and hurriedly begged to give him a chopsticks side dish when to return.

When to return, there has always been a faint smile on his face, like a spring breeze and a bright moon.

Suddenly, he looked at the faint marks on Yu Gangan's neck, and the chopsticks that were picking up vegetables paused.

When his gaze returned to Yu Gangan's face, there was suddenly a hint of inquiry.

Lowering his eyes and looking at his bowl, he asked in a light tone, as if unintentionally: "You haven't told me yet, why did you come to the capital?" ”

Yu Gangan smiled and said, "Didn't I get into a car accident?" I was hospitalized in the hospital where Song Chabai practiced, and then I was discharged, my uncle and cousin wanted to get rid of Yumingtang, anyway, they did something to damage Yumingtang's reputation, I asked Song Chabai to help, and Song Chabai was scolded, and then I got to know the director of their hospital by mistake, their Chinese medicine department was originally small, and there was a vacant place to study in the capital, so Dean Chen gave him to me. ”

She talked about how she came to the capital and attended the seminar, and when she returned.

Yu Gan was hesitating in her heart, whether to take this opportunity to explain the relationship between her and Fang Zhihan by the way.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Yu Gangan immediately got up and opened the door.

The people outside the door surprised her.

Qiao Pan'er stood outside the door, the expression on her face seemed to be holding her breath, and when she looked at her, she instantly flashed away, looking left and right, as if looking for someone: "Why are you, isn't this Jia Yu's apartment?" ”

She pushed open the door, and whether Yu Gan wanted it or not, she leaned sideways into the house.

This is Lin Jiayu's apartment, Yu Gangan only thought that she was here to find Lin Jiayu: "Jiayu is married, naturally she won't live here, you have to find her to go to Lu's house." ”

She was annoyed when she saw this Qiao Pan'er, so naturally she didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so she stretched out her hand and motioned her out.

The apartment is not very big, and as soon as Qiao Paner entered the door, she saw when she was sitting in the restaurant.

She hooked her lips and smiled, looked at Yu Gangan and said, "Yo, who is this, knowing that it is hopeless to marry into a wealthy family, he began to raise a little white face?" ”

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