Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Tong Ruixiao relaxed his frown when he saw that the boy knew he was wrong and did not refute.

He didn't know that Xiao Mu still hated Jian Yan so much.

I can only try to mediate and soften my tone, "Regarding Jian Yan, I think she wants to apologize to you. When she comes back, can you listen to her statement again?"

"casual."

Because his father's attitude tonight was surprisingly gentle, Tong Huaimu couldn't refuse. Don't hit a smiling person, let alone a relative.

As for Jane Yan...

Since she could say those words, it meant that she looked down on him from the bottom of her heart. He didn't think she would apologize to him.

He whispered to himself, "At worst we'll have another fight, it doesn't matter."

Tong Ruixiao pretended not to hear what he said, and was still thinking about what he had heard from him about what happened that night.

Including what he said after he relayed it.

——Although your father is rich, if you never strive to make progress, you will be a giant baby who never grows up and will be worthless.

This was quite pungent, something she could say. There was nothing wrong with the content, but it was too sharp for Xiao Mu, and he couldn't accept being belittled like this.

If Jian Yan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely shake his head:

If all words are gentle, they will have no effect. Since ancient times, no reform has been without bloodshed.

In order to remove the diseased tissue, one must endure extreme pain.

Tong Huaimu's reaction was because he was touched in the sore spot and he felt guilty. The more guilty he felt, the more he would pretend to be arrogant.

……

Finally got through the two most difficult days of my menstrual period.

The people in front of me were like corpses, either lying in pain or sitting in one place uncomfortably.

By the third day, the pain dropped drastically and she was able to jump around again.

The human body's self-protection mechanism is so powerful that once the pain is gone, the memory of the pain is like being painted over, becoming vague and impossible to remember.

Jian Yan returned to the villa and took a bath immediately. She put on her pajamas and slept soundly on the soft and comfortable big bed.

The Tong family is a wealthy family after all. Even the servants' room is more luxurious than a university dormitory, let alone her master bedroom.

Both the hardware of heating and ventilation and the software of the beds are much more comfortable than the private ward in that hospital.

It was already dark when she woke up, and she looked at the clock. It was six o'clock in the afternoon.

She was in a happier mood than usual, probably because she didn't have to endure the pain anymore. She went downstairs happily, remembering that the roses outside were blooming vigorously, which was just right for developing a new cake.

She tied her hair into curlers, went out in her pajamas to pick some rose petals, then went to the kitchen and stood there thinking about the ingredients she needed to take out.

Just as I opened the door of the refrigerator, a hand grabbed the door handle.

"Who?"

Jian Yan felt the resistance, frowned and looked back, only to see a tall figure in a dark grey suit.

“……” He was stunned.

The other party took advantage of her distraction and closed the door of the cold storage room. The voice was helpless, "Why are you so disobedient?"

She reacted and asked, "...Mr. Tong? Are you back so early?"

"Ah."

Tong Ruixiao noticed that one of her hairs was sticking up, which was very cute, and he reached out and pressed it down for some reason.

There was a smile hidden in his eyes, rippling like water, "I came back early to stop someone from secretly touching the cold things."

"It's really unfair. I just wanted to make an egg for a dessert." Jian Yan made an innocent expression.

His eyes were curved as if he was very close, but his body took a step back imperceptibly while he was speaking.

The man took in her movements, his eyes dimmed slightly.

The hand that had been retracted dropped down and curled up as if burned, with a barely perceptible tremor at the fingertips.

The loss of consciousness lasted only a moment, and then he followed gently, without any inappropriateness, "That won't work either. The patient must follow the doctor's orders."

"Ok."

She smiled and spread her hands, as if giving in. "I haven't started yet, I just washed my hands. The faucet only has warm water, so I don't have the chance to touch anything cold."

He smiled again, "Don't worry, I still care about my body."

Tong Ruixiao couldn't do anything to her.

She had just come back and hadn't even taken off her coat. When I saw her walk into the kitchen, I knew what she was going to cook.

"What do you want to eat? Just ask the chef to make it. You don't have to cook it yourself."

"The pink roses in the small garden are blooming, and I want to make them into cupcakes."

"But the taste I like is a little different from what's on the market. Some details are hard to control, and the chefs can't quite satisfy my taste. It's better for me to make it myself."

In fact, they are all fake. She just wants to make them, not necessarily eat them.

She raised her chin and smiled, motioning him to look at the pink and yellow roses in the green glass bowl beside her.

"These petals are freshly picked. Aren't they beautiful?"

But she saw a slight reproach in his eyes, and knew what he was going to say, so she explained very quickly:

"It's just picked, it's not washed yet, so it's not cool."

What a cunning fox.

Tong Ruixiao was helpless and asked softly, "Do you really want to eat it?"

"Ok!"

In fact, I just had a good sleep and had nothing to do, so I suddenly wanted to make a new product and sell it tomorrow.

The man pursed his lips slightly, as if he had made a decision.

He asked the chef, who was waiting anxiously, to go out and prepare dinner in another kitchen, then went to the living room, took off his coat and draped it on the sofa, then returned to the kitchen.

Rolling up his sleeves and washing his hands, he said, "I'll help you. I'll do whatever you arrange."

A hint of shock flashed across Jian Yan's eyes.

She really couldn't imagine letting Tong Ruixiao wash his hands and make soup. It was even more incredible to her that Xiao Mu relied on the first place.

What kind of illicit cooperation does he have with Jian Gang? What information does he want to extract from her that requires so much trouble?

Don't hesitate to cook?

She just wanted to escape.

"Well, what happened?"

He had already washed his hands, and seeing that she was standing there without saying anything, he asked.

"Should I do it myself?"

She was tired and had to be on guard everywhere.

"You're still on your period," he picked up the glass bowl containing the flowers, "Do you want to wash with this cold water?"

His attitude is very serious, and he has the same expression when he is reviewing documents in a meeting.

Jian Yan nodded, feeling pained but unable to express it.

He hesitated again, "Why not just not do it..."

After hearing what she said, he asked in a puzzled tone, "Didn't you just say you really wanted to eat?"

"..."

How could she say this?

Does it mean "Please go away. I would rather stop doing this than work with wolves"?

Too hard.

In the end, he forced himself to smile and came up with a reasonable excuse, "I'm sorry for wasting your time."

He calculated tens of thousands of yuan a minute, and washed flower petals in the kitchen... What conspiracy could make him stoop to this level?

The man smiled and said, "There's really nothing to be embarrassed about."

He still remembered that one time when he came back, there was delicious food on the table. Only after he ate it did he realize that it was cooked by her.

Her cooking skills are shocking.

Even better than the chef and nutritionist hired by Gaoxin at home.

Since she is like this, he naturally cannot just enjoy without giving anything in return.