When Du Ruo returned to Lanqin Courtyard, it was already dark, Lin Yuelan was eating carelessly, Du Ruo's eyes were slightly stunned when he came in, and a subtle smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Du Ruo glanced at the food on the table, only to see a plate of green vegetables, a bowl of chicken soup made with medicinal herbs, a bowl of black rice porridge, and a plate of pickled beans, and smiled approvingly, "Well, it's good, I know that I was injured, and my diet is light."

Looking at these exquisite ancient dishes, she actually didn't have a little appetite, and she didn't know if it was luck or misfortune in her heart? As a wisp of soul, don't eat, the seven things in life "firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea" are free, which saves a lot of trouble, but it is so pity that the food is in front of it, but it can't be enjoyed.

Lin Yuelan eats very elegantly, Du Ruo has never thought that people are so good-looking when eating, and he watched him eat with one hand on the table.

After the meal, Lin Yuelan called Qingfeng to come and clean up.

Du Ruo threw a regretful look at Qingfeng, and sighed: "Qingfeng, this beautiful man, has been ruined by this guy, people have to be both bodyguards and nannies, it's very hard, I really feel sorry for him." ”

Lin Yuelan raised her eyebrows, as if to say, "Yes, so what? Adonis? Do I look good? ”

Du Ruo wondered if he was wrong, he opened his eyes and looked again, but he didn't find anything abnormal, and shook his head self-deprecatingly, "Could it be that I suffered from Lin Yuelan Fantasy Syndrome?"

The house was very quiet, so quiet that a needle could be heard falling to the ground, Lin Yuelan was lying on the bed reading a book.

He leaned on the head of the bed, his long black hair pouring down and falling on his white brocade robe. He reads books very quickly, but the movement of turning books is very light, and the slight sound of turning books reaches Du Ruo's ears from time to time.

Du Ruo was a little tired after wandering around all afternoon, and he didn't bother to move anymore, so he sat on the bed to rest, and when he was really bored, he probed the acupoints on his body to find acupoints, tinkered for a while, and then played with his fingers.

I don't know why, she has become accustomed to following Lin Yuelan along the way, and feels that with him, her heart will be much more stable, and in addition, she is not familiar with this world, and she is still a little uncomfortable facing the long night alone in a strange place, so whether the owner of the house wants to or not, she plans to stay here with Lin Yuelan and not leave.

Before she knew it, it was late at night, she had never been alone with a man in the middle of the night when she was so old, she was a little embarrassed for a while, and her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

She looked around, the furniture in Lin Yuelan's room was made of precious sandalwood, exquisite and elegant, simple and practical, a bed, a bookcase, a few cases, a chair, a stool, a lamp, a screen, a low cabinet, and the sleeping place was pitifully only one bed.

After Lin Yuelan read the book for an hour, she called Qingfeng in, "You go to find a soft couch, this bed is hard, not conducive to recuperation, I will sleep on the soft couch these days." ”

Qingfeng Fox frowned suspiciously, and slandered in his heart, "Why did Childe become so delicate?" I haven't been injured before, I haven't slept on a soft couch, and there is not much difference between this soft couch and a bed! ”

Lin Yuelan's order just relieved Du Ruo's urgent need, she was not used to sleeping in the same bed with a strange man, although she was just a wisp of soul that could not be seen or touched in the eyes of others.

Qingfeng soon sent the soft couch in, his face was confused, he felt that his son-in-law seemed to be very quiet today, in the past, the son-in-law would drag him out to practice swords together, or do nothing to make fun of him, or play the piano, wave the pen and ink, in short, where there is a son, there is him. Now Childe doesn't need him to be by his side, and he sits alone in the room. What's going on? Could it be that the temperament has changed when he is injured?

The blue crystal lamp on the low cabinet gently illuminated the room, and Lin Yuelan was lying on the soft couch.

Du Ruo lay on Lin Yuelan's bed on his own initiative, not daring to lift the quilt, worried that if the owner of the quilt saw that the quilt was unautonomous, wouldn't he be frightened. Later, Xu was really sleepy, so she habitually pulled the quilt to cover it, and this action happened to fall into someone's transparent vision in the dark.