.Some people disapprove and say: "What's the secret This man just drives a Volkswagen. No matter how handsome he is, can he compare to the CEO of Weiyi Technology Ruqi doesn't look down on him!""That'..."No." Song Lin said lightly.

"Okay."

Shen Yian quickly dashed into the kitchen.

Song Lin stood rooted to the spot, unable to recover for a long time. In this world, only his mother would be willing to wait for him so late.

He turned his head to look at the woman in an apron bustling about in the kitchen. For a moment, he was a little confused.

After just seeing her ex-boyfriend, she came back to please him. What kind of woman is she

Thinking of her former boyfriend, Song Rin's mind flashed back to the image of them embracing recklessly on a busy street. His face darkened and he turned to walk into the bedroom.

Hearing a loud slam of the door, Shen Yian poked his head out from the kitchen.

What's the situation

Song Lin's mood was off from the moment he entered. He seemed fine this morning, didn't he

Could it be that work has run into some problems

Just as she was thinking, the water on the stove boiled. Shen Yian quickly turned around to scoop up the small wontons.

After pouring the water three times, I just waited for it to boil.

During that time, she took a large bowl and made the soup base, sprinkling in some dried shrimp and seaweed.

Soon, a bowl of steaming hot dumplings will be ready.

Shen Yi'an carefully carried out the dish from the kitchen, just as Song Lin came out of the bedroom.

Looking at the newcomer, Shen Yian couldn't help but be stunned.

To be honest, she had been at Song Lin's house for almost a week, but they had only interacted a few times within the house.

This was also her first time seeing Song Lin in his pajamas.

The loose fit didn't make him look careless, instead it subtly revealed his tall and slender figure. Paired with his good-looking face, it added to his languid charm.

Song Lin walked over with his hands in his pockets, scanning Shen Yian deeply. "Not hot"

Shen Yian came back to his senses, and his palm suddenly felt a burning sensation.

"Hiss, hiss......so hot, so hot."

She quickly put down her bowl and pressed her fingers to her earlobe.

Song Lin walked to the table and glanced at the bowl of xiaolongbao in front of him. The broth was clear, the little dumplings were plump, and the shrimp and seaweed floating on top looked very appetizing just by looking at them.

Did she do this

It's impossible, she's with her ex-boyfriend. How could she have time to do this for him

Perhaps it was just bought on the way to please him.

Song Lin's face remained unchanged, but when he looked up at Shen Yi'an, his eyes couldn't help but ripple.

Under the warm light, Shen Yian sat with her hair tied in a ponytail, her hands pinching her ears, her face slightly wrinkled, looking oddly delicate. It was a far cry from the composed woman who had negotiated their cohabitation agreement with him earlier.

"Stupid." Song Lin gave a word without any politeness.

"...."

How to insult someone

Shen Yi'an widened his eyes and looked, just about to retort when Song Lin grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the kitchen.

Until cold water splashed onto her hands, she came to her senses and looked at Song Lin with a slightly embarrassed expression.

But Song Lin just stared blankly at the basin in the water pool that had once held the meat filling.

"Little wontons, who made them"

"Um." Shen Yian nodded in confusion. "I made quite a bit and put it all in the fridge. If you work late and get hungry, just take some out and cook it. You...you wouldn't be able to cook, would you"

Shen Yi'an turned his head to look at Song Lin beside him, just as he was also lowering his gaze.

Their eyes met, and she suddenly felt the hand holding her wrist tensing slightly. The warmth of its touch seemed to cut through even the coldness of the water.

She struggled slightly, but Song Lin tightened his grip. is good to her, but it's hard to say about your wealthy boyfriend's mother. After all, who doesn't know that rich people hate talking about money the most You go up there and ask your in-laws to buy...