After I caught the scumbag cheating, Mr. Xiao wanted to marry me

Wang Ling stayed up late again last night and just got up now. It wasn't time for dinner yet, so he didn't want to bother the kitchen and was about to go out to buy some food.

Coincidentally, Shen Lan didn't eat well at Lu's house in the morning and was preparing to get something to eat for herself.

Wang Ling followed behind happily to get a free meal, and secretly reported him.

As a result, Xiao Yun heard it all.

Just as he was about to go downstairs to take Wang Ling away, he heard Shen Lan chuckle, "Xiao Yun has a big appetite. The dishes I prepared are few, and he wouldn't even have enough for himself."

Xiao Yun felt comfortable, his brows relaxed, and his handsome face shone with light.

Wang Ling was quite pleased with her defending Brother Yun, but he was a bit rude and teased, "Brother Yun used to share half of his only bowl of rice with me. He only protected the dishes you cooked. This shows that he loves you..."

Xiao Yun's forehead twitched, and he could no longer endure it: "Wang Ling."

Wang Ling's neck suddenly tightened, and he turned his head stiffly, his expression embarrassed: "Yan, Brother Yan."

He quietly gestured to Shen Lan, sending a distress signal.

After all, the two of them were close friends with so many pages of chat history. Shen Lan immediately understood what he meant and quickly said, "Xiao Yun, are you hungry? I didn't have a good breakfast, so I want to make something to eat. What do you want to eat?"

At breakfast, the hypocritical appearance of the Lu family members made her feel sick and she couldn't enjoy the food at all.

Before Xiao Yun could answer, Wang Ling said cheerfully, "Brother Yun shouldn't be hungry. It hasn't even been two hours since he finished breakfast, so how could he be hungry? Let's eat together."

If we bring Brother Yun along, he probably won’t have a place.

Compared to being scolded by Brother Yun, eating is more important. At worst, I can get beaten after I’m full!

Xiao Yun glared at Wang Ling and said, "Stop talking too much."

When Shen Lan looked over, he quickly lowered his eyes, leaned against the railing a little weakly, and raised a weak smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

"But you look so ugly." Shen Lan frowned. He was so energetic when he kissed her just now, why did he look so weak now?

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Xiao Yun shook his head, rubbing his temples with his slender fingers. "You know, I have... sequelae. I get headaches when I don't eat enough, and I also suffer from low blood sugar."

He said, putting on a brave smile, "I'll just drink some water. Don't delay Wang Ling's meal. I'm just having some nerve pain and low blood sugar. It would be too pitiful if Wang Ling went hungry."

Xiao Yun had an understanding look on his face, his long eyelashes drooped, trembling slightly like butterfly wings, his facial features were delicate and picturesque. He was usually arrogant and bad-tempered, but this time he was humble and submissive, which created a huge contrast, making him look even more pitiful.

Shen Lan immediately became anxious: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were hungry? If you had told me earlier, I would have already prepared three dishes and a soup. Just wait, I'll cook for you right away."

After she finished speaking, she rushed into the kitchen.

Wang Ling stared at Xiao Yun blankly, and suddenly burped.

He felt that he might not drink green tea in the near future because he was already full.

As soon as Shen Lan left, Xiao Yun immediately put away his weakness, looked down at Wang Ling condescendingly, and raised his eyebrows.

He didn't say anything, but Wang Ling understood.

Brother Yun was provoking him, and his eyes clearly said, see, Shen Lan cares about me more!

Wang Ling: …

Isn't this obvious?

Our relationship is pure, and yours is impure, so of course you are closer!

Brother Yun is so unexpectedly childish when he is in love!

Shen Lan entered the kitchen and ran into another unexpected person.

Zhao Yue.

Even though Xiao Yun refused to let her eat last night, she still hadn't given up and was standing by the pot making soup.

The pair of white little hands were covered with scars, and Shen Lan felt pain just looking at them.

She walked up to say hello, hesitated for a moment, told Zhao Yue the trick of cutting vegetables with a knife without hurting her hands, and demonstrated it to her herself.

Shen Lan thought, Zhao Yue is a painter, and her hands are very important, so it is better for her to be careful when using a knife.

It's not worth it to put yourself in such a humble position for a man.

This is her lesson learned through blood and tears.

"Shen Lan, what do you mean?"

Zhao Yue, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up in an aggressive tone: "Are you showing off in front of me? Showing off your cooking skills, showing off that Brother Yan eats the food you cook?"

Shen Lan was stunned when he saw her suddenly lose her temper. He quickly shook his head: "I didn't mean that. I just think Miss Zhao doesn't need to cater to others. Your hands are..."

When Zhao Yue mentioned these hands, she looked at the Band-Aids on her fingers and her mentality suddenly exploded.

She really has no talent in cooking. No matter how hard she tries, she just can't learn it well. She always hurts herself and the food she makes tastes average.

But so what? That’s not something someone like Shen Lan can say!

"Who do you think you are? How dare you tell me what to do? You think you're such a big shot after cooking for Brother Yun for a few days?"