Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Wen Can held his head and sat up. He was blank for a moment when he found that he was not wearing anything on the upper body. Then he immediately picked up the shirt beside the bed and put it on quickly.

Ye Kong: ...

I don't know what there is to cover up. I clearly touched my abdominal muscles last night.

Well, your shoulders are broad and straight, and they look really good in a shirt, especially a wrinkled shirt like this, which has a unique lazy flavor.

While buttoning her clothes one by one, Wen Can's eyes finally met Ye Kong's gaze. Just like a camera finally focusing, she suddenly came to her senses, but then remained silent for a moment before she hesitated and said, "I...drank too much last night?"

Ye Kong nodded calmly.

"..." Wen Can buttoned the last button, his fingers moving slowly and his eyes wandering, "What did I do? What did I say?"

"..." Ye Kong glanced at him silently, then stood up and walked towards the French window while stretching lazily. His shirt was pulled up with the movement, revealing a part of his waist. "What are you worried about? He has such a good drinking habit. He just falls asleep immediately and allows you to touch him and kiss him. He is very obedient."

Wen Can: ………………………………

Wen Can was petrified, faded, and finally turned into powder.

What was this feeling of being taken advantage of for free after being drunk? Something was wrong, wasn't it? When he was a teenager, the first and only time he got drunk, he was photographed boxing against a tree trunk, cursing at Wen Shengtian for not allowing him to go out to sea, and madly creating a mess for everyone in the Wen family. How come ten years later, not only did his drinking habits change, but his personality as well?

Although he was shocked in his heart that he was not the one who acted like a hooligan after getting drunk, but the one who was played like a hooligan after getting drunk, Wen Can, who had been practicing facial expression management for seven years, remained calm.

He took his slightly shaking hands away from the buttons: "What time is it now?"

The art of changing the subject as if nothing had happened.

"six thirty."

Ye Kong walked back, stopped beside the bed, leaned over and supported the edge of the bed, just blocking Wen Can from getting out of bed.

After a moment of stalemate, Ye Kong smiled at him, lowered his head and kissed him on the mouth: "Good morning kiss - go wash up, I'll go downstairs to make breakfast, do you want coffee?"

"..." Wen Can's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Drink."

"it is good."

Ye Kong turned around and went downstairs, his steps were even brisk.

Wen Can listened to the footsteps fading away, and a subtle look of disbelief gradually emerged on his face.

With this incredible feeling, he finally got out of bed. His hungover brain was dazed for a moment when he landed, and this daze intensified the subtle feeling of "being played a hooligan". He walked into the bathroom even more subtly.

After soaking in the cold water for a long time, he finally raised his head.

In the mirror was a pale, perfect face, but this face, which looked beautiful and flawless in anyone's eyes, seemed ordinary to him after he got used to it, and even a little bored.

He couldn't help but ponder: What on earth does Ye Kong like about me? Why am I the special case? As the culprit who caused her to be trapped in the Qin family, it would be fine if she didn't hate me, but how could she be so nice to me? She let me sleep in her bed and even stayed by my bedside all night.

Her bed seemed to smell good, but I couldn't quite remember what the scent was. I really wanted to...

When my thoughts reached this point, they were immediately brought back as if they were burned.

Wen Can stared at himself with an indescribable look, and after a moment, he plunged himself into the cold water.

·

When I went downstairs, breakfast was already on the table.

What Ye Kong meant by "I'm going to make breakfast" was that she bought two super deluxe sandwiches from the store next door, came back to make herself a cup of coffee and poured a glass of sweet milk, and then her "breakfast" was complete.

"Let's try it. It's new. I don't know if it tastes good."

Ye Kong acted so naturally as if this new product was made by her.

Fortunately, Wen Can doesn’t care about these things.

After taking two bites, he suddenly said, "I haven't practiced for a few days."

"what?"

“Baking.”

"When this is over, you can practice as much as you want. I will support you."

"……it is good."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Ye Kong starts at zero frame.

Wen Can paused for a moment before answering, "Very good."

"No headache?"

"No." Wen Can said sincerely, "I haven't slept so well in a long time."

"…Only three or four hours. Your standard for a full night's sleep is too low."

Wen Can shrugged, indicating that this was the fact.

The two finished their breakfast in silence.

I didn't check my phone or the missed calls, as if nothing had happened. It was just an extremely peaceful and calm daily life without any disturbances.

They discussed the texture and cooking time of sandwiches, and then extended the discussion to how long it takes to practice baking skills, and which school is the most professional and advanced. Wen Can said that he could sign up for a professional certificate in the future. Ye Kong affirmed his lofty ambitions and listed his favorite flavors in detail. Wen Can humbly remembered and vowed to make her favorite dessert and surpass all the awesome pastry chefs in her heart. Ye Kong continued to applaud him...

Then the topic shifted to Wen Can's evaluation of the coffee. He said that he had never tasted coffee that was so to his taste. Ye Kong asked what the taste was. Wen Can replied that it was bitter enough. Ye Kong immediately said that she would definitely study carefully how to make more bitter coffee in the future...

Go through the similar process again.

By the time breakfast was over, the two had made a solemn vow to each other's food preferences, and expressed their determination to be the best cook in each other's life - no matter whether it was Western or Chinese, whether it was food or drink.

After having taken care of each other's food and drink for the rest of their lives, the two empty cups were put down almost at the same time, making a slight crisp sound.

Wen Can's cell phone, which was placed aside, rang at the right time. It was the seven o'clock alarm.

Wen Can picked it up and took a look at it, then turned off the alarm clock, and at the same time put away all his joyful and imaginative emotions about the future.

When he raised his eyes again, everything had become as quiet as death again.

"I need to go to the police station."

Ye Kong nodded: "Go ahead."

She looked him straight in the eyes: "Everything will end the way you want it to, and the way they deserve it."

Wen Can stood up.

He picked up his coat, looked down at Ye Kong, smiled, then leaned over the table and kissed her lips.

It was a deep kiss.

He pulled away reluctantly until their breath and scent blended together, until they felt as if they could touch each other's beating hearts with their lips and tongues.

"I accept your blessing. When I'm done with everything, I'll sign up for the baking major and go back to school."