"Besides, I don't like me either... I won't talk about it for now, I'm really leaving."

In the end, he was dragged for a few days. When he came back, Cheng Lin gave him in person. "I remember when I came back, I took me to see my sister-in-law. What kind of beauty is that made you so charming, and I don't go back home anymore. Do you still remember when you last returned to S City?"

Cheng Yuan squatted in front of Feng Ning, looking at her haggard face with some distress. He gently raised his fingers to help her smooth out her messy hair. Before she could touch her hair, Feng Ning slowly opened her eyes, still a little confused, and muttered in a low voice: "Cheng Yuan... Why are you in my dream again..."

Cheng Yuan was shocked all over and forgot to take his fingers back. He just kept his half-squatting motion blankly, and his face showed an incredible look of surprise.

He heard what Feng Ning just now, right?...Does she often have dreams about herself? While excited, Cheng Yuan even became jealous of the dream self. He could say a few more words to Feng Ning, but he could only suffer from lovesickness outside alone. As soon as he thought of Feng Ning's words that day, he still felt a cramp in his heart, as if it was about to crack, and the nerves in his whole body became painful.

In my dream, I hope I can satisfy you and make you happier than the reality... Cheng Yuan sighed and gently woke Feng Ning up. He didn't move much, afraid of scaring Feng Ning. Cheng Yuan had noticed that Feng Ning had changed his clothes. Perhaps because he was too excited just now, he changed into a long-sleeved beige long skirt, and a linen cardigan outside, which was gentle and quiet.

Ten minutes had passed when Feng Ning woke up completely. Cheng Yuan couldn't bear to wake her up, so he could only wait for her to wake up. It was actually good to watch her sleep from the side.

Feng Ning seemed to be even more cute when he was asleep. Cheng Yuan knew that he was sick, and only the person in front of him was the only antidote. But sadly, since elementary school, a girl had sent love letters and gifts, and there were many suitors in college. He always claimed that he had no idea about feelings, but he would fall into Feng Ning one day. What's even more sad is that he finally fell in love once, but his partner was a wood.

The only possibility that he felt comforted was that Feng Ning seemed to be very interested in his face. To be precise, he liked his face very much. Although he didn't know whether it was because of the company or her personal selfishness, there was one that was worthy of her liking, which was enough. There was still a long time before he would let Feng Ning fall in love with him slowly and fall in love with all of him.

Feng Ning's hand holding chopsticks trembled slightly, not because he was injured just now and there was a band-aid on his finger, but she felt that Cheng Yuan's gaze seemed to be on his face, which made her feel a little restless. When she woke up, she didn't know why he became like this. Her eyes were soft and her expression was gentle. When she was not angry, she was staring at herself like a docile puppy, but it was better than when she lost her temper on her birthday. Feng Ning had no tendency to be abused. Although Cheng Yuan was a little strange, her attitude was pretty good.

Mr. Feng, who was sleeping, did not know that during the period when she was sleeping, Cheng Yuan conducted a comprehensive analysis and self-guidance on himself, but inexplicably felt that Cheng Yuan had a much better temper.

Feng Ning swallowed the noodles in his mouth and praised, "It was pretty good... I didn't expect you to have a few tricks. This noodles are indeed better than mine."

Cheng Yuan smiled softly, looked at her eating noodles quietly, and said slowly: "Actually, it's okay. There is no need for any technical content to cook noodles. I didn't know how to do it before, and I will slowly learn it later."

Cheng Yuan wanted to say that sometimes he would cook something by himself if he didn't want to cook and order takeout, so he would train this skill. After all, he had a high standard for eating, and not all kinds of food could enter his mouth, but it obviously turned into another story in Feng Ning's ears.

I didn't know before... Is it going to happen later... Isn't this the tragic story of the bankrupt young master being forced to learn to make a living? Feng Ning remembered the heavy words he said to him a few days ago, and moved his eyes down and saw the noodles that Cheng Yuan cooked for him for a long time. She felt a little guilty and blamed. She almost subconsciously looked at Cheng Yuan's wrist. He had just come out of the kitchen and pulled up the clothes on his wrist, revealing a piece of thin and white hand, which was empty and without any accessories.
Chapter completed!