He Runcheng thought to himself, the young master has been secretly eating sweets recently, and his teeth will start to hurt again.

The person who delivered the meal at noon asked He Runcheng, who was working in the kitchen, to deliver it because of a stomachache.

He Runcheng deliberately patted the ash on his body this time, wiped his face, and made sure that there was no carbon ash on his body and face before taking the food box to the young master's room.

When he entered the familiar room and smelled the faint fragrance, He Runcheng suddenly became cramped and uneasy.

Wen Xien sat on the soft sofa and read a book, revealing a small piece of white greasy side face that was lightly covered by crow's black hair, and the contrast of black and white colors created a moving charm.

He Runcheng pursed his lips, put the food boxes on the black glass table, and placed them neatly one by one, in the process of cabbage, he saw that there were several boxes of candy hidden in the corner of the sofa.

Wen Xien, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, turned the page, and he didn't give him a look since He Runcheng came in.

After He Runcheng laid out the dishes, he didn't leave, but stared at the sugar box on the sofa in a daze, and when Wen Xien looked at him impatiently, He Runcheng was stunned, subconsciously held his breath, he couldn't tell what he was thinking, he just felt that his heart was beating very fast in an instant. The young master's gaze stopped on him for a second and then calmly moved away, and then looked at the book in his hand.

He Runcheng felt a little lost in his heart, he thought that the young master must have forgotten the events of that night, he plucked up the courage to speak, "Young master, it's not good to eat too much sugar, your teeth will hurt later." ”

Of course, those subordinates knew that Wen Xien had a toothache, but none of them dared to say that the young master wanted to eat what their subordinates had just said, not to mention that they were actually afraid of Wen Xien in their hearts.

From childhood to adulthood, only Liang Zhongshan would take care of her, and now even the little guy who can't keep up with her dares to take care of her.

Wen Xi'en's lips pursed into a straight line, and there was no warmth.

"What are you? Get the hell out of here! ”

He Runcheng was also a little scared, but he was not afraid when he thought of Wen Xien's fragile posture that night, he stepped forward and took the sugar box on the sofa while Wen Xien was not paying attention.

He Runcheng, who has always been timid, actually did such a bold thing, not to mention that Wen Xien was stunned, and even he was stunned.

Wen Xien's jaw line was stiff and almost indifferent, and she reached out and hooked her fingertips.

"Give it back to me."

It was already snatched up, and it was impossible for He Runcheng to return it, he hid the sugar box behind him, shook his head firmly, and his white face was full of seriousness and worry.

"The young master wants to eat well, I won't give it back to you, if the master knows about it, he will be angry again."

This time, He Runcheng deliberately moved Liang Zhongshan out, Wen Xien really didn't say anything with a cold face, but his eyes were still glued to the sugar box behind him, even if he couldn't see it from this angle, the heat in his eyes didn't go down a bit.

He Runcheng had never seen Wen Xien like this, and he actually felt a little cute.

But when He Runcheng took out the sugar box, he felt embarrassed, the sugar box was written with English letters, and he couldn't read it, but he also knew that the sugar must be very expensive when he looked at the packaging, and now he didn't know where to put it in his hand.

It should only be carefully wrapped with a clean cloth for fear of getting dirty or stained with dust.

How to Runcheng said, Wen Xien because of his sugar addiction in recent days, his teeth began to hurt again, and he could bear it at first, but it hurt more and more later, so he couldn't help but call a doctor.

Where can the movement here escape Liang Zhongshan's eyes, and he learned what happened from the doctor and the subordinates, so Wen Xien was scolded again, turned the room around, and confiscated all the hidden sugar, and the subordinates no longer dared to buy sugar secretly.

Wen Xien was so angry that he dropped the blue and white porcelain worth a thousand gold, but no matter how much trouble Liang Zhongshan had, he didn't pay attention to it.

He Runcheng felt a little funny when he knew about this, it turned out that the young master would also have such a childish side, which made him feel that the originally unattainable person could actually be touched.

When He Runcheng was watering the flowers, the girl who came out of Wen Xien's room actually came to him, He Runcheng stood up straight, still holding a kettle in his hand.

"The young master said, let you go and deliver food in the evening."

When the girl said this, she didn't want to say more.

He Runcheng's eyes widened, his eyes lit up, a happy smile rippled from the corners of his eyes, and his excited white cheeks turned red.

At the moment when he passed by the girl, He Runcheng smelled the fragrance in the young master's house.

The pale orange light shrouded the light-colored carpet, as if pacing for a layer of fluffy warm light, which made people's hearts warm up immediately.

Wen Xien sat on the carpet under the sofa, his whole body lazily curled up, and only one hand stretched out to write smoothly on the paper.

The room was very warm, Wen Xien only wore a loose silk fabric pajamas, the exposed wrist was clean and slender, the knobred fingers looked very good when holding the pen, the focused side face was as quiet as water, and the whole pleasing picture made people can't bear to interrupt.

He Runcheng couldn't help but be stunned, and it took a few minutes to ease his senses, he stepped on the soft carpet, feeling that it was not a carpet but a cloud, and the person not far away was an immortal on the cloud.

And now he is approaching the gods step by step.

His heart pounded wildly, surging out of the hot air currents that were about to swell in his uncalm emotions.

"What are you doing?"

The voice of doubt made He Runcheng feel as if he had been woken up by cold water, he woke up instantly, and he didn't know when he had walked in front of Wen Xien.

Wen Xien sat on the carpet, looking up at him, and Wen Xi'en lazily tilted his head was extraordinarily soft, as if he had withdrawn the thorns in his body, revealing a rare softness in this warm yellow light.

Probably not used to looking up at people, Wen Xien lowered his head again and continued to hold the pen and write something.

He Runcheng saw Wen Xien's exposed snow-white neck, which formed a sharp color contrast with the raven-colored hair.

He Runcheng put the dishes on the table, took the empty food box and wanted to leave, but Wen Xien's faint voice came from behind.

"Wait a minute."

This gentle sentence lifted He Runcheng's heart, and he turned around happily and raised a big smile, "Young Master, do you have any other orders?" ”

Wen Xien threw the pen in his hand on the carpet and rolled it to He Runcheng's feet, he picked up the pen on the carpet and put it on the glass table.

This time he squatted down, half-knelt on the ground, bent slightly, and turned into Wen Xien looking at him condescendingly.

(End of chapter)