Su Yanjue sat quietly in his chair, and the ghostly light flashing in his eyes was particularly vigilant in the dark night.

How many dark nights have he been like this, either in the office or in the study, sitting alone until dawn. During his years in the UK, he allowed himself to be completely immersed in his work. He worked hard to plump his wings, in order to one day allow himself to shuttle through the day in the open, no longer swallowed by the night.

He didn't dare to let himself take a wrong step, just to prevent the events of the year from happening again, and only he knew the taste best.

Guarding Ran Yun, Su Yanjue thought that he had succeeded. But after a meal tonight, he realized that all this was just wishful thinking on his part.

However, he threw the broken pencil in his hand to the side very casually.

Even if it's wishful thinking, he doesn't want to live without clouds in the future anyway.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Su Yanjue changed his posture, picked up his mobile phone and pressed the screen, and dialed the phone in the UK......

Ran Yun took a turn downstairs, Aunt Tong was not there, and the kitchen had become a maze for her. She wanted to prepare some supper, but she forgot that the Su family's ingredients were always fresh that day. If it weren't for Yo's special explanation, before going to bed at night, the maid would clean up the leftover ingredients from today.

It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice, and Ran Yun is just a glass of milk in the end.

There was a knock on the door of the study, and Su Yanjue, who had just hung up the phone, was obviously stunned. He hurriedly turned on the monitor at the door, and Ran Yun's figure with milk appeared on the screen. Su Yanjue didn't have any surprised expression on his face when he saw this, but if he looked closely, he would still find that his coldness had loosened a little.

He thought about it for a moment, turned on all the wall lamps in the study, and then opened the door.

Ran Yun was still a little nervous, and she walked in lightly, for fear that she would make a noise and upset the master again.

"Let it go." Su Yanjue didn't raise his head, just said softly.

Ran Yun didn't dare to hesitate, walked up to him and put the milk not far in front of him, a position that could be touched by reaching out.

Su Yanjue lowered his head and wrote something on the paper, not in English, and Ran Yun couldn't understand it.

"Anything else?" Seeing that she hadn't left for a long time, Su Yanjue stopped what he was doing, and the moment he raised his head, he met Ran Yun's line of sight.

After all, it was a peek, and a trace of panic flashed on Ran Yun's face.

"No, it's okay, I'm just delivering milk." She pointed to the milk on the table and said uncomfortably.

After Su Yanjue glanced at her again, he looked away and continued the movements in his hand, "Then don't you leave?" ”

Ran Yun's heart, which had just relaxed, was tightly pinched again because of his words. She looked up at Su Yanjue as if she was a little stumbling, but found that he didn't put herself in her eyes at all. Even if she took care of the loss, Su Yanjue's basin of cold water finally extinguished the fire in her heart.

Ran Yun didn't say anything anymore, and turned around a little angrily and left.

"Wait a minute."

Just as she was about to reach out and touch the door of the study, Su Yanjue's voice came from behind her again.

Ran Yun stood still, and a trace of expectation rose in his heart. She turned around and deliberately looked at him with a cold face, "Anything else?" ”

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