Mid-levels villas.

The breeze in the courtyard is gentle, raising the fallen leaves, and the pace of autumn is slowing down, step by step.

Shang Feiwu turned his face away and didn't look at Lu Yiyou.

In the palm of Aunt Zhang's hand is a tray that is not big or small, a delicate porcelain bowl, and a bowl of freshly cooked red bean and barley porridge is steaming.

"Eat some." Aunt Zhang stepped forward and put the porridge in the tray on the counter next to the bed.

"Thank you." She thanked but didn't look at the bowl of porridge at all, and stood in the direction with her face away from Lu Yiyou.

"What's going on?" Aunt Zhang was puzzled.

From the young grandmother being sent back late at night, to now lying in bed without talking or looking at the young master.

I don't know where this breath comes from.

But it was the young master who surprised Aunt Zhang.

I've only seen the young master and people angry, but I've never seen anyone angry with the young master.

Even the previous Cheng Shiman had never been angry with the young master.

On the one hand, it is because the young master has a strong personality, and on the other hand, because of the young master's high status, you are angry with him, and he doesn't know how to bow his head.

Aunt Zhang saw that this embarrassing scene was still the same, so she had to take the tray and retreat.

After Aunt Zhang left, Lu Yiyou slowly approached the bedside.

Shang Feiwu didn't look at him, he wasn't angry or displeased.

"Shang Feiwu."

Her name whispered from his mouth.

Shang Feiwu didn't respond, she blinked expressionlessly with her back to him.

He was not angry, and went around from the end of the bed to the other side, and who knew that before she could walk over, she turned over again.

A faint sigh slowly stretched, "Shang Feiwu!" ”

It's a little heavier than the one just now, which kind of makes her stop making trouble.

She still didn't speak, still expressionless.

He patiently walked around the end of the bed again and walked in front of her.

Almost as expected, another turnover, avoiding him.

Lu Yiyou took a long breath, "Okay, if you don't look at me, I won't look at me, so can you drink that bowl of porridge?" ”

Red bean barley porridge, specially instructed Aunt Zhang to put a little sleeping pill.

She experienced this kind of thing today, and she couldn't avoid sleepless nightmares at night.

Finally—

"Don't eat it." This is the only thing I have ever said to her when I came back tonight, from the car to the house, and now I am lying in bed.

Lu Yiyou looked at her stubborn and weak appearance, and he couldn't lose his temper.

He walked to the bedside, and before she could turn over again, he immediately picked up the delicate porcelain bowl and made a gesture to dump the hot porridge in the trash.

"What are you doing?" She looked at him quizzically.

Lu Yiyou's perfect face shone brightly under the bright lights, "If you don't eat it, of course you pour it out." ”

This......

She said she wouldn't eat it, but she didn't have to waste her heart and soul like that.

Although I thought so in my heart, I still had to be stubborn, "Well, just pour it." ”

Lu Yiyou decisively poured a bowl of red bean and barley porridge into the trash, "Since you don't eat what Aunt Zhang made, then I'll do it." ”

"Huh?"

Shang Feiwu looked at his back as he left in a daze, could it be that he really went to the kitchen to cook porridge?

Lu Yiyou had just come downstairs when Aunt Zhang rushed up in a hurry.

"Oh, what a sin!" As he spoke, he rushed towards Shang Feiwu.

She frowned, "Aunt Zhang? What's wrong? ”

"My little ancestor! What can I do about this, the young master is messing around in the kitchen, I can't stop it! ”

"Oh?" She was a little confused, did she really go to the kitchen and make her own things?

Aunt Zhang stood next to her and kept muttering, "I said I'll get what I want, but the young master hasn't allowed it, hey, he can't even turn on a fire, what else is he cooking?" ”

Aunt Zhang looked like she was really afraid that the young master would blow up her kitchen.

"Aunt Zhang!" Lu Yiyou's distant voice came from the kitchen on the first floor, "I've decided to do it myself, you'd better come down and help me instead of going to Shang Feiwu." ”

Shang Feiwu's haggard face was finally dyed with a smile, cooking? Will he?

"Okay, Aunt Zhang, it's useless for you to tell me here, I can't change what he decided."

"But this, the young master didn't go because of you......." Aunt Zhang was confused.

"Oops! I'd better hurry down, lest the young master get hurt in the kitchen. ”

And so—

In the open European kitchen, there is sometimes the sound of broken bowls, and sometimes there is the scream of a deep male voice.

At that scene, Shang Feiwu felt funny just thinking about it.

Her face was full of sadness, and finally showed a rare relief.

It was almost half an hour later.

Lu Yiyou was holding a bowl of red and white porridge with mixed colors, saying that it was not like porridge, but a bit like dry rice and pouring some water.

A big man of 1.87 meters, dressed in casual clothes at home, a handsome handsome face is a little black and gray, and his meticulous hairstyle on weekdays is also a little messy.

Is this what he did for half an hour?

He walked two steps on his long legs to the side of the bed, and after putting the porridge on the counter, "I made it, did you eat it?" ”

Shang Feiwu looked at him, trying to hold back a smile.

"Shall I eat what you make?" She's angry right now, is she so good at talking?

Lu Yiyou was frustrated again, "Okay, if you don't eat it, I'll pour it out." ”

The big deal is that he poured it out until she ate it.

Seeing his hand rise and fall, Shang Feiwu hurriedly stopped, "Don't, I'll eat." ”

She took the bowl in his hand, after all, it was the first time this person had made something, and it didn't hurt to taste it.

But—

When the first bite of porridge entered her mouth, her taste buds were extremely attacked.

"Poof!"

"How can there be such an unpalatable thing in this world?"

As soon as Aunt Zhang went upstairs, she saw such a scene, "This, the first time the young master does it, it is inevitable that there will be some misses, the previous one is even more unpalatable, it has been splashed, this is the ...... to do again"

And Lu Yiyou only felt a little blushing at the moment, and he shouted loudly, "Eh! ”

After that, he pretended to be calm, and first ordered, "Aunt Zhang, you go and rest first." ”

With that, he closed the bedroom door tightly.

Shang Feiwu only felt a little dangerous, looking at his unhappy expression, "Don't you let people say that it's unpalatable?" ”

If at the beginning, Lu Yiyou was a little sorry for her, and repeatedly indulged her petty nature and cooked for her.

When she said the phrase "unpalatable" in a flamboyant manner, Lu Yiyou's apologies turned into beasts, sex.

Jack said that if it was him, the way to coax a woman could be to directly knock the other party down.

Lu Yiyou snatched the porridge from her hand, she was a little uneasy, "What are you doing?" ”

She's still mad at him.

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"You!"

She was furious, "Don't mess around! ”

No matter how straight he looked, he had already torn off his home clothes, and his perfect and athletic body showed the good results of his daily fitness.

His inky eyes were as deep as the sea, "What if I mess around?" ”

"I'll be even angrier." She's sure.

"Oh?" He didn't believe it, and was already close to her.

With a big hand, he pinched her crooked chin accurately, and a kiss came quickly and accurately.

"Hmm......" she made a repulsive sound from her nose.

He tried hard to pry her pink lips, and she resisted it stubbornly, unable to let him get his will!

But she has a weak heart.

He swam nimbly, and she let go of the last of her guards, "Uh-huh......"

A different kind of "war of words" is about to break out.

After a long time, a passionate kiss that you fought for me finally ended.

Shang Feiwu was even more angry, he was insulting her.

She puffed out her red lips, "Hey, I'm still angry, okay?" How can you kiss me like this, do you have my consent? ”

"Nope." Lu Yiyou looked at her fixedly and explained truthfully.

She was really stunned for a moment, "Huh? ”

Before she could say anything more, he bullied her, pulling the knots of her pajamas and saying, "I know you're angry, so I want to coax you." ”

Coax her?

Shang Feiwu's face flushed, to be honest.

He left her alone in a foreign country, in the car of a strange black brother, how tormented she was along the way, in a completely unfamiliar country with a language barrier, in a huge but empty Holiday Inn spent a difficult night, I am afraid that only she understands the sadness.

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but moisten her eyes.

In the past twenty years, if she has never received any love, she will not be so hypocritical.

But just before that, the person who threw him down even stood up for her and sheltered her in the school with great fanfare.

The one who held her in heaven one moment left her in hell the next.

Lu Yiyou looked at the delicate face in front of him with uncomfortable feelings, and he stroked her face a little anxiously.

The cold touch of his palm pulled her back from her thoughts, "So that's how you coaxed me." ”

"I haven't coaxed anyone, so I'm not familiar with it yet."

Strange, his simple words inexplicably made her a little sweet.

Unconsciously, her tone was a little sweet, "Then how do you want to coax?" ”

"That's it."

After finishing speaking, he bullied the whole person, and when he felt this sweet burden, her lips had already been wrapped by him fiercely.

"Hmmm......"

His slightly textured palms swam roughly.

She shuddered slightly, letting him dominate everything.

She hummed softly, and her low voice was a long, delightful sound.

"Shhh

It was the sound of silk pajamas ripping off her.

The coolness in the air gave her some sober feeling.

She was obsessed with the perfect handsome face in front of her, and her petite palm stroked it, and the fine beads of sweat were cold.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't?"

"I'm studying." He did as he spoke.

When the desire has been released, it is so fierce and straightforward.

"Ahh

"It's not enough to learn."

She complained a little, who coaxed people to be so fierce?

He tried to slow down, but found it getting more and more uncomfortable.

"Hmm!" He let out a low roar.