Mo Yiyang turned on the light, took Yuan An out of the quilt, and patted her little face hard: "Yuan An! Yuan An!" Her little face was covered with tears.

She grabbed his shirt tightly and almost tore his shirt.

She woke up, shocked, and lay in his broad arms in confusion. She murmured: "Why haven't you gone to work yet?"

Mo Yiyang's eyes darkened, and his handsome face slowly sank, very close to her little face: "Is Xia Yecheng really that good? Did I make a mistake, helping you drive him away?"

This was already the second time he had seen her cry like this.

She looked at his extremely three-dimensional face and smooth facial features in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

He felt that the air could not be lower, and it was so depressing that people could hardly breathe: "Yuan An, I will not make my own decisions in the future, thinking that it is good for you."

She was still confused and lay comfortably in his arms: "What on earth are you talking about? I'm... hungry..."

Her hands were always holding his shirt and never let go.

He looked at the water glass he left behind before leaving. It was still so full and not a single sip had been taken. His brows furrowed even more tightly: "You haven't had dinner yet?"

She lowered her head and said in a very soft voice: "I haven't eaten lunch yet. I'm hungry."

Mo Yiyang was so angry that he threw her on the bed and didn't want to hug her anymore: "As a man, do you want to be like this? People like Xia Yecheng will be unfaithful once and disloyal a hundred times. When someone turns around, you will be unfaithful."

You haven’t eaten yet, right? Who did you cook this for? Do you want me to call you and ask him to come back to you?”

Yuan An fell down sadly. He still had his best friend. What was this man thinking? What was he angry about? She was starving to death and hadn't eaten yet, so he didn't care about her. Fortunately, she still cooked and fed him every day.

What a dog, a wolf-hearted guy.

Mo Yiyang was so angry that he fussed in the kitchen. Half an hour later, when the food was ready and on the table, he angrily called her: "It's time to eat!"

Yuan An hesitated: "Article N of Lanyan's Code: Don't yell at me, don't speak loudly!"

Mo Yiyang grinded his teeth. At this age, when did he still get angry when cooking for a woman? He was very angry: "The food is ready, will you eat it or not?"

Yuan An pushed himself up and tried to sit up: "Bring me some food."

His heart pounded: "You sit on the bed and eat?"

"Yes!" She answered firmly, instructing him: "Hurry up!"

Mo Yiyang had the urge to slam the door and leave. Under the command of that impulsive emotion, he served her rice and vegetables and brought them to her bedside: "Miss, is it okay?"

She nodded, took it and started eating: "It's different. Your cooking is delicious. From now on, you will cook everything."

"..." Mo Yiyang looked at her like a monster.

She was really hungry, and she started eating in a hurry, a little bit greedy.

He couldn't stand it anymore, frowned, came over and sat beside her bed, wearing her apron, looking indescribably good-looking: "No one is going to rob you!"

She looked up at him and said, "Hungry!" There was a throbbing pain in her lower abdomen, and the nerves in her face twitched.

His heart softened and his anger subsided: "Eat slowly, where do you feel the pain?"

"Everywhere hurts, my whole body hurts." She said with another particularly ugly expression. After a while, she said: "It will be fine tomorrow. Don't worry, I can go to work tomorrow."
Chapter completed!