In a blink of an eye, an hour passed.

Yan Xiaye prepared three dishes and one soup, and gently brought them out of the kitchen, but found that Ji Liangchen was already asleep leaning against the sofa.

The bright and dark lights and shadows on the TV screen illuminated his side face, making people easily feel his weakness and fatigue.

Standing in front of the coffee table, Yan Xiaye looked down at the man's quiet sleeping face, ready to take the prepared food back to the kitchen, and turned around and left quietly.

She thought she was careful enough, but the man leaning on the sofa woke up, and her voice hoarsely called out her name: "...Yan Xiaye?"

"I am here."

Looking back at Ji Liangchen, Yan Xiaye looked at the other party and rubbed his eyes, holding the fragrant and delicious midnight snack in his hand and signaled: "You seem very tired. Do you want to wake up and eat?"

"It doesn't matter."

Ji Liangchen woke up, raised the corners of his lips and continued, "It's rare that you cook yourself, of course I have to taste it."

Yan Xiaye smiled in a complicated expression, put the plates in his hand on the coffee table one by one, and said softly: "If you like, I am willing to serve you at any time."

"It's too hard for you, so it's better to be occasionally."

As he said that, Ji Liangchen looked sideways at the empty seat beside him and said half-truely: "I want you to sit next to me more than that."

Yan Xiaye hesitated for a moment, gave up the single sofa opposite the coffee table, and sat next to Ji Liangchen with a good look.

No matter what the ending she and Ji Liangchen ended up, they were always friends, and deliberately avoiding suspicion would seem pretentious.

With his slender fingers, Yan Xiaye leaned over a little, helped Ji Liangchen pick up some dishes he might like, and gave them to his bowl thoughtfully.

During the whole process, Ji Liangchen kept looking at Yan Xiaye with a smile, and his eyes unexpectedly met her clear black and white water eyes.

The hand holding chopsticks froze in the air.

Yan Xiaye's slender eyelashes trembled, and later realized the ambiguity and tenderness at this moment.

At midnight, a lonely man and a widow are living in the same room, which is originally a suspicious scene.

But she had a clear conscience and Ji Liangchen was very hurt, so she inadvertently ignored this and did not understand it until now.

He lowered his eyes as if nothing had happened, Yan Xiaye brought the vegetables into Ji Liangchen's bowl and looked away as if he was running away.

Everyone is adults. Even though the eyes only happened for a moment, she clearly saw the appreciation and... desire in Ji Liangchen's eyes.

After absent-mindedly taking a few bites of pasta, Yan Xiaye put down the plate and said that she was full.

In recent days, her appetite has become increasingly weak, and even Angel has begun to worry about her.

"Yan Xiaye, you spent so much effort, but you didn't even taste it?" Ji Liangchen also noticed her strangeness and looked at her slender figure with a frown. "Are you losing weight? Mr. Cass

Is that chef that bad?"

"No, I don't have an appetite, maybe I'm not used to the climate here." Yan Xiaye quickly waved his hand and made an excuse: "Because I ate a lot of dinner, I'm not too hungry yet."

Ji Liangchen still frowned, as if he didn't believe her excuse.

When he was in China, he heard Li Yuntang say that due to the painful experiences in the past, Yan Xiaye had some little-known psychological diseases, and loss of appetite was one of the effects of those diseases.

"Okay, I remember there is milk and honey in the kitchen, I'll go..." Speaking of this, Ji Liangchen tsk his tongue helplessly: "Okay, it's better for you to go, heat it in the microwave and bring it back in front of me.

drink."

Yan Xiaye blinked his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Don't monitor me, I'm really not hungry..."

"Go quickly."

“…”

Yan Xiaye looked at Ji Liangchen's serious expression and could only get up to warm up a glass of milk, and by the way, warmed up a glass of Ji Liangchen.

She returned to the small living room with the cup in her arms. She was under the surveillance of Ji Liangchen and was forced to drink a whole cup of milk.

"So good." Seeing Yan Xiaye putting the empty cup back to its original place, Ji Liangchen said with a low smile: "Tonight, are you going to sleep next door? Or stay with me?"

In a hospital of this level, next to the room where every patient is located is a room specially provided for maids or family members to accompany and take care of.

Yan Xiaye heard the man's narrow-mindedness and said with a slightly red cheek: "I'll choose next door, good night, Ji Liangchen."

"Good night."

Ji Liangchen had long expected the little woman's answer, but he was not disappointed. He stared at Yan Xiaye's figure with one hand on his cheek and walked away.

Don't be afraid of having a good meal.

If the other party was Yan Xiaye, he would have enough patience to wait until the day she was willing to do so.

Looking at the door gently closing, Ji Liangchen reached out and took the laptop that he never left, and tapped the keyboard to open a special encrypted program.

In an instant, dozens of messages popped up after rushing, all of which came from Li Yuntang.

During the few days when he was unconscious, it seemed that Yan Xiaye did not discover the little secret on her phone and still failed to contact Li Yuntang.

After seeing the news at a glance, Ji Liangchen had a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes were frozen on the last two lines.

Judging from time, this message came from an hour ago.

"Ji Liangchen, I know what you want to do."

"No matter what, don't hurt her."

What does he want to do...

Pressing the delete button indifferently, Ji Liangchen watched the information disappear word by word, and his heart was calm without any fluctuations.

Li Yuntang is not only his friend, but also his opponent he cannot afford to offend.

If he competes fairly with Li Yuntang, he will definitely lose. He does not want to face the ending of losing Yan Xiaye, nor does he want to interact with her as a friend, but he will always suppress his truest feelings.

so……

Ji Liangchen closed his eyes and raised the corners of his lips carelessly.

Except for Yan Xiaye, he has never had real feelings for any woman in his life. How could he easily give her back?

Unfortunately, he and Yan Xiaye met too late, so they had to use some special means to deepen her favorable feelings for him as soon as possible.

I originally thought that Yan Xiaye and Li Yuntang would naturally rely on him in a foreign country.

As a result, he made an unexpected mistake. He had been in a coma for so long, and Yan Xiaye avoided talking about the experience of that night and relied on himself to escape...

He secretly sighed that Xia Ye was not that kind of cowardly and incompetent little woman. Ji Liangchen opened another software and jumped happily on the keyboard with his slender fingers. He soon found Adam's traces on the Internet.

Since Yan Xiaye refused to tell him what happened that night.
Chapter completed!