• 

  huangxinchun

  But she was so cruel to you before, and suddenly so kind to you, young master, don't you doubt that she has a purpose?
• Huang Xinchun, like a curious baby, asked the question again.
• 

  fanchengcheng

  Indeed, doubted.
• Doubt did not prevent him from continuing to pet her and love her.
• And in everything that followed, Ling Yiyi proved to Fan Chengcheng that she really liked Fan Chengcheng.
• Love him without purpose and without intention!
• In fact, Ling Yiyi's ability to distinguish between Fan Jie and Fan Chengcheng is enough to prove it.
• Two people who are so similar, even Huang Xinchun, who gets along with them day and night, sometimes can't tell the difference, but Ling Yiyi can tell them apart every time.
• If there is not enough love, how can it be done to this extent?
• Although Huang Xinchun still didn't understand it, he didn't continue to ask. The two returned to the topic again. When they finished making decisions, it was already dawn.
• Fan Chengcheng returned to the room, went to bed lightly, and took the sleeping person into his arms.
• Ling Yiyi felt Fan Chengcheng's aura in a daze, so she rubbed directly into his arms. With a familiar sense of security, she slept more soundly all of a sudden.
• When Ling Yiyi woke up, it was already in the sun, and Fan Chengcheng was sitting by the bed, holding a folder in his hand, flipping through it.
• 

  fanchengcheng

  Wake up?
• Seeing Ling Yiyi open her eyes, Fan Chengcheng put down the document in his hand and kissed her on the lips with a smile.
• 

  fanchengcheng

  Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?
• Ling Yiyi took advantage of the situation and nestled into Fan Chengcheng's arms, hugged his waist, rested her head on his chest, shook her head, and closed her eyes again.
• 

  fanchengcheng

  Haven't slept enough yet?
• Fan Chengcheng gently stroked Ling Yiyi's thick hair.
• 

  lingyiyi

  Leaning on you, comfortable.
• Ling Yiyi's voice had a faint nasal sound, and her eyes still hadn't opened.
• Fan Chengcheng chuckled, lowered his head and kissed her hair, let her hold it, and continued to pick up the folder and look at it.
• Ling Yiyi has not slept so comfortably for a long time.
• When she woke up again, the sun was going down, and Fan Chengcheng was gone.
• 

  lingyiyi

  Chengcheng?
• Inertia shouted, but did not get a response, Ling Yiyi shouted again.
• 

  lingyiyi

  Chengcheng?
• 

  fanchengcheng

  I'm here.
• Fan Chengcheng pushed the door in with a tray with some delicious meals on it.
• He looked at the little woman who had just woken up sitting on the bed, smiling and joking,
• 

  fanchengcheng

  If I come in a little later, is Yiyi going to cry again?
• 

  lingyiyi

  ... Not yet.
• Ling Yiyi replied angrily.
• That time when she cried because she couldn't find Fan Chengcheng, it really became her "black history", and now Fan Chengcheng always teases her about that from time to time.
• Fan Chengcheng smiled, put the tray on the table, and then walked to the bed and hugged her in his arms.
• 

  fanchengcheng

  After a day's sleep, are you hungry?
• 

  fanchengcheng

  Eat something first, eh?
• 

  lingyiyi

  Alright.
• Ling Yiyi replied softly, and Fan Chengcheng kissed her on the lips, then carried her into the bathroom. After a simple shower, Fan Chengcheng hugged Ling Yiyi and sat down on the sofa, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks to feed her.
• 

  lingyiyi

  I'll do it myself.
• Ling Yiyi was really embarrassed. Fan Chengcheng carried her when she went to wash up, and now Fan Chengcheng had to feed her for dinner... She was not a baby.
• Ling Yiyi said that she was about to take the tableware in Fan Chengcheng's hand, but Fan Chengcheng avoided it.
• 

  fanchengcheng

  I like to feed you.
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