He's super cute

Ayan.

It seems to be a very affectionate and lingering word.

Yu Xiaoque squatted on the ground and picked up the painting, scratched her face, her throat suddenly choked up.

"That's mine..." He hugged the painting, bit the tip of his tongue, and faltered without confidence.

I don't know whether it is Mr. or the studio.

Like a little beast trying to defend its territory, it bared its teeth weakly at the intruders, but its small ears had already timidly lay against its head.

"Your?" Cheng Yu paused, leaned against the door, and looked down at him, "Ayan has a good heart, I see you pitifully taking you in, but you don't see him."

"I've seen a lot of things like you without self-knowledge."

"Sir, don't you think I'm pitiful!" Little Canary clenched the sketch in her hand, and her voice became sharp, "Sir, Mr. likes me, that's why..."

Yu Xiaoque said something that she didn't believe, and stuttered and lied.

For some reason, he just didn't want to show weakness with Cheng Yu.

"Like you?" Cheng Yu took two steps forward, came to him, and kicked away the painting that Yu Xiaoque had just arranged, "Like your vulgar and shameless body?"

"Or a means of serving people?"

His face was like a snow mountain that would not melt for thousands of years, but every word he said was heart-pounding and extremely ugly.

"Screaming so loudly last night, isn't it great?" Cheng Yu's eyes flashed an indescribable jealousy.

Yu Xiaoque's face was flushed red from the humiliation, and tears began to form in the circles of her eyes.

He was already clumsy, but now he couldn't hold back a few words, "What's wrong?"

When Jiang Yan went upstairs, she saw Yu Xiaoque squatting on the ground like a steamed bun, clenching her small fists, so angry that she couldn't understand.

"Why didn't Ayan tell me when he came back." Cheng Yuying took two steps forward and took the bag from Jiang Yan's hand, a little surprised, "Do you still remember this is my favorite food?"

Little Canary stared straight at the ice cream bag.

"There are few things today." The corners of Jiang Yan's lips curled up, and his tone softened a lot, "I didn't miss you queuing up to buy this back then."

"That happened many years ago." Cheng Yu said with emotion, "This store is still there."

The two chatted sentence by sentence, so harmonious that Yu Xiaoque couldn't get in the conversation.

He squatted on the side holding the painting, full of anger, and his resentment was about to melt into reality.

When Jiang Yan was rarely so talkative, it was usually Yu Xiaoque who babbled a lot, and he would at best hum a perfunctory sentence.

"Have you chosen the room?" Jiang Yan took the time to touch the head of the little animal at his feet, and slapped Yu Xiaoque's hand that was sneaking towards the ice cream.

"I've chosen." Cheng Yu seemed to be very embarrassed, and frowned, "But..."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yan hooked Yu Xiaoque's finger and played happily.

"Xiao Que doesn't seem very happy." Cheng Yu hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile, "After all, I'm just a guest."

"Did he say that?" Jiang Yan's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were dim.

"Ah, Ayan..." Yu Xiaoque quickly stood up and explained, "I never said that."

Jiang Yan wrapped his arms around his waist habitually, and smiled when he heard his words, "It's not big or small, learn from others."

"I will listen to Cheng Yu from now on. He is not in good health. If you get angry with him, see how I deal with you."

"Little bird is still young..." Cheng Yu shook his head and said gently, "I should let him go."

"Small." Jiang Yan patted Yu Xiaoque's butt, bit his lips lightly, with a little smile, "What is your identity, what is his identity."

"I might ride on your head in the future."

Yu Xiaoque drooped her head and said nothing.

"never mind……"

"Did you hear that?" Jiang Yan didn't intend to end this, pinched Yu Xiaoque's lips, "Apologize to Cheng Yu."

"I never said that." Yu Xiaoque hugged the painting tightly in her arms, her fingers still trembling numbly.

"Apologies." The man repeated in a calm tone.

There was not much emotion in her voice, but Yu Xiaoque trembled and bit her lower lip tightly.

The hand that hugged him was also pinching a piece of soft flesh.

Again.

Yu Xiaoque suddenly felt powerless.

As if whatever he said was in vain, a man would only trust others. Trust anyone but him.

"I'm sorry." Yu Xiaoque's teardrops fell on the drawing, which was blurred.

"That's good." Jiang Yan didn't care how aggrieved the person in his arms was crying, and fed him a candy as if training a dog, "You can have two bites of ice cream after dinner."

Yu Xiaoque lowered her eyes, the finger marks on her face hurt when touched, and carefully wiped away her tears.

"Where's Mama Zhang?"

Jiang Yan didn't see anyone when he went upstairs, and dinner was already ready by this time as usual.

"Ah." Cheng Yu looked back at Yu Xiaoque, as if he just remembered, his eyes were clear, "You know I'm preparing for a competition recently, and my family is a little noisy."

"So I gave her a few days off." He looked at Yu Xiaoque apologetically again, "I heard from Ayan that your cooking is delicious, and I might trouble you these days."

Yu Xiaoque didn't wipe away her tears, and the corners of her eyes were still blushing slightly. She stood there dumbfounded, as if she didn't understand Cheng Yu's words.

"Anyway, he's free all day, so it's better to do more work." Jiang Yan nodded, stroking Yu Xiaoque's cheek, raised his eyebrows slightly, "It saves him from thinking about things."

In no time he was a servant.

Before the little servant could react, the day's work was arranged.

It was as if the two of them were masters who respected each other like Bin En and loved each other, and he could only grab the rag and stick his buttocks to wipe the floor.

But he is the one who has lived in this house for three years.

Why did Cheng Yu look more like a master than him when he came here?

He bit his nails, his pale eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, and just watched the two enter the study room talking and laughing.

In the end, he didn't forget to tell him to tidy up Cheng Yu's studio before cooking.

Yu Xiaoque is a softie, Mr. Jiang said what, endured the soreness and worked hard in the kitchen for a long time.

His stomach was growling with hunger, and before he could take off his apron, he had just sat down and had two mouthfuls of food after serving Jiang Yan by the side.

"Not to your liking?" Jiang Yan swallowed a mouthful of rice, looking at Cheng Yu who frowns and said nothing.

"It's not..." Cheng Yu sighed, "I'm not used to bland food."

The food on this table is obviously extremely light.

Yu Xiaoque paused while eating, and the chrysanthemum suddenly felt inexplicable pain.

"I like spicy food." Cheng Yu slowly smiled maliciously from an angle Jiang Yan couldn't see.

Jiang Yan was silent for a while, then ordered Yu Xiaoque lightly, "Change all the dishes to spicy ones."

Yu Xiaoque slowly picked up the rice, covering her stomach.

But it didn't explain a lot like before.

As if resigned to his fate, he took the food and went into the kitchen, his eye circles were red from the pepper.