Dragon and Phoenix Addicted: The President is addicted to pets

Although she and Jiang Yucheng were busy with their respective academic careers later, resulting in less and less contact with each other, this did not affect their relationship for so many years.

When he was young, Jiang Yucheng would tell her about everything that happened to him, and shared the happy things together, and she comforted him when he was sad. With her, he had an outlet to vent his emotions, and he would always recover quickly.

But at this time, Jiang Yucheng just shook his head lightly when he heard Han Jiaxin's words, his fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, his brows were full of fatigue, and the red blood in his eyes made people feel extremely distressed.

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With a slight knock on the door, Aunt Chen's voice sounded: "Miss Han, the porridge is ready."

Hearing this, Han Jiaxin immediately got up and walked out, taking the steaming porridge from Aunt Chen: "Thank you, Aunt Chen."

"Miss Han, be careful." Aunt Chen carefully handed the plate to Han Jiaxin, and subconsciously glanced inside.

"Don't worry, Aunt Chen, Yucheng is just too tired. Aunt Chen will prepare dinner as usual later." Han Jiaxin smiled, looking at the porridge in front of her, a soft look flashed across her eyes.

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As the bowl carved with exquisite patterns was placed on the table, a strong aroma wafted out, Han Jiaxin said: "The temperature is just right, Yucheng, let's have some porridge."

Hearing the word "porridge", Jiang Yucheng seemed to think of something, subconsciously glanced at it for a few seconds, and then looked away.

"Didn't you say that you like the porridge made by Aunt Chen the most? I specially asked Aunt Chen to cook your favorite red date porridge." Seeing that Jiang Yucheng finally responded, Han Jiaxin was overjoyed and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot. There was movement.

But Han Jiaxin took it for granted, sat down on the chair, and narrated the past in a soft voice: "I remember when we first met, you didn't pay much attention to me, maybe you were a little annoyed by what I said, you let me go, but I just lingered If you don't go, you start talking to me slowly."

"One time you said that Aunt Chen's porridge was very delicious, and you specially left a portion for me. Although the porridge was cold, I still drank it all. Another time..."

"You drink." Before finishing speaking, a faint male voice was heard.

Han Jiaxin was stunned for a moment, and then she heard Jiang Yucheng close the document: "I don't have an appetite, you can drink." Then, he got up and walked out, Han Jiaxin hurriedly followed: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Yucheng didn't speak, and walked straight out. Han Jiaxin followed closely behind him: "Yucheng, if you don't rest all night, your body will be overwhelmed. There is assistant Yan for the company's affairs. You should eat something first."

The former turned a deaf ear and continued to walk out. Han Jiaxin gritted her teeth: "Do you want to break your body?"

Before the words fell, Jiang Yucheng seemed to think of something, turned his head and sat back, picked up the porridge and drank it in one sip.

After taking the first sip, Jiang Yucheng couldn't help being stunned, the taste of this porridge was somewhat similar to Zuo Xinxin's.

Although there was an illusion in her heart that Zuo Xinxin had returned, she rationally told Jiang Yucheng that Aunt Chen just learned how to cook porridge from Zuo Xinxin.

One big and two small figures appeared in his mind, Jiang Yucheng took one mouthful after another, his body could not collapse, if he straddled, how could he find Xinxin and Xiaocheng Xiaoai, if he found them, let them see himself like this...

Thinking about it, Jiang Yucheng gulped down the porridge, while Han Jiaxin saw it, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

She knew that Jiang Yucheng could still listen to her words.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, I finally felt a burst of warmth in my stomach, and there was a slightly similar porridge fragrance between my lips and teeth.Jiang Yucheng got up and walked out, this time Han Jiaxin didn't stop her: "There's still some time left for dinner, go to bed first, I'll let you know if there's any news."

At this moment, Jiang Yucheng seemed to have really realized Han Jiaxin's existence, and he said softly, "Thank you."

It's time for him to take a rest. If Xinxin and the child see him like this, he doesn't know what he will think.

Watching Jiang Yucheng return to the room, Han Jiaxin took out her cell phone and called Yan Bin: "Boss Jiang is resting, just call me if you have any news before six o'clock."

"Okay, Ms. Han." Although no information has been found yet, Yan Bin still temporarily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Han Jiaxin went downstairs to the kitchen with an empty bowl. Aunt Chen was preparing dinner. When she saw that the porridge bowl was empty, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Miss Han has a way. I'll be here. Miss Han will go Rest."

"It's okay, Aunt Chen, I happen to have nothing to do, so you can teach me how to cook." Han Jiaxin looked omnipotent in the eyes of outsiders, but she didn't know much about cooking.

Thinking about it, she grew up in a wealthy family, with a nanny, a driver, and a cook. She just needs to learn to improve herself, but she has never been in the kitchen.

Aunt Chen was stunned when she heard this, "Miss Han is rich and beautiful, let me do it." In her impression, Han Jiaxin had never been in the kitchen, and even if she taught her, the dishes she made might not suit the young master's taste.

"Aunt Chen, it's not that you don't know that I grew up with Yucheng, no matter how stubborn he is, he will sell me some favor." Han Jiaxin persuaded, but she was already holding an apron and tied it on.

Her words did make sense, and she remembered that Jiang Yucheng didn't even look at the meal in the morning, and Aunt Chen stopped persuading her and began to teach seriously.

As everyone knows, the real reason Jiang Yucheng is willing to eat is Zuo Xinxin and Xiaocheng Xiaoai, not Han Jiaxin's persuasion.

Jiang Yucheng went back to his room and forced himself to sleep for more than an hour. After waking up, he washed his face and went downstairs. He saw Han Jiaxin wearing an apron, setting dishes and chopsticks at the dining table, and Aunt Chen serving dishes beside her.

In a daze, the woman wearing an apron seemed to have slightly curly long hair, with a delicate and small face, and she seemed to be admonishing the child.

"Yucheng, are you awake?"

Taking a closer look, Han Jiaxin had already taken off her apron, her cheeks were slightly red, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. It seemed that she had just been busy in the kitchen.

Seeing Jiang Yucheng's eyes on the food, Han Jiaxin smiled slightly: "I learned how to make a few dishes from Aunt Chen, I don't know if it suits your taste." Still swallowable.

The most important thing is her love for Jiang Yucheng.

Looking at the four dishes on the table, Jiang Yucheng didn't have much appetite, but he still ate a few mouthfuls for Han Jiaxin's first cooking.

With Aunt Chen's guidance, the taste is naturally good, but Jiang Yucheng ate it like a wax chewing machine. From time to time, he glanced at the place where Xiaocheng Xiaoai was sitting, and his deep eyes became more and more gloomy.

"Yucheng, try this." Seeing that he hadn't touched the farthest dish, Han Jiaxin helped him pick up a piece, but the latter suddenly dodged and the piece of meat fell on the dining table.

Han Jiaxin was taken aback, and looked at Jiang Yucheng in astonishment.

"I'm stuffed."

Without an explanation, Jiang Yucheng put down the bowl and chopsticks and went straight upstairs.

Seeing that Han Jiaxin hesitated to speak, with the unstoppable loss and complexity on her face, Aunt Chen couldn't bear it and said, "Miss Han, the young master may be overly sad for a while and have no appetite."

Han Jiaxin regained her senses slightly, smiled and shook her head at Aunt Chen: "It's okay, Aunt Chen, I know him, that's just his personality." After speaking, Han Jiaxin glanced at the corner upstairs, wanted to go up to have a look, but held back Come down, eat absent-mindedly.

Jiang Yucheng went upstairs, went straight to Zuo Xinxin and Xiao Ai's room, stood there for a few minutes, and then raised his hand to open the door.

Nothing seemed to have changed in the room, and it seemed that everything had changed. The bed was made evenly, and there were all kinds of dolls that Xiao Ai liked on it. The window was open, and a gust of cold wind came in, blowing out the fragrance in the room a bit. .

Jiang Yucheng suddenly stepped forward to close the window, as if by doing so, the smell in the room would remain.

But as soon as the window was closed, the room suddenly fell into silence, and countless memories swept in like a tide, wrapping him inside, silent but noisy, warm and ruthless.

His eyes fell on the dressing table, and Jiang Yucheng froze.

An exquisite ring lay quietly on Bai Jing's table, and Zuo Xinxin's expression of wearing the ring appeared in Jiang Yucheng's mind, helpless and complicated, but he still compromised.

After putting on the ring, she didn't seem to have taken it off. Whether she was on a business trip or going to work, or when the relationship faded, she always wore it on her finger.

The small ring carried countless memories about them, but now it appeared here, as if Zuo Xinxin had left his memories here.

Jiang Yucheng slowly picked up the ring, his fingertips felt slightly cool, but this coolness seemed to spread throughout his body through his fingertips.

At this moment, he seemed to realize that Zuo Xinxin and Xiaocheng Xiaoai had really left.

He was left alone in this huge villa.

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"Mum, is the lily porridge ready..."

The weather is getting colder and colder. When shopping for groceries yesterday, Zuo Xinxin bought a lot of porridge ingredients to nourish Xiaocheng Xiaoai. At this time, she was cooking in the kitchen when she heard Xiaoai's sweet voice from outside .

"I'll be right away." Zuo Xinxin responded with a smile. Seeing that the time was almost up, she opened the lid, and a strong fragrance suddenly came out.

Looking at the misty red bean lily porridge in front of him, Zuo Xinxin suddenly remembered that a certain guy tried every means to make her cook every kind of porridge he could, and finally said with the cheek that the ingredients were about to expire.

I don't know if that guy has eaten now, Xiaocheng and Xiaoai are not here, so I'm afraid he doesn't have much appetite.

However, Han Jiaxin returned to City C to report to work today. With her here, she would definitely urge that guy to eat.

"It smells so good, Mommy, Xiao Ai is going to starve to death—"

Xiao Ai's protracted ending outside the kitchen brought back Zuo Xinxin's thoughts, took a deep breath, and took out Xiao Cheng Xiaoai's porridge first: "Be careful, let it sit for a while before drinking."

"Okay." The two little fellows leaned over and sniffed, their little faces showing satisfaction.

When Zuo Xinxin went back to get the third bowl, there was a knock on the door in the living room, Zuo Xinxin paused, and then heard Xiao Cheng's voice: "Mommy, someone is knocking on the door."

"Is it Daddy?" Xiao Ai said excitedly, and immediately jumped off the chair and ran to open the door. Before Zuo Xinxin could stop her, the door had already been opened.

Facing the night, a tall figure in full armor quickly flashed in. The scarf, sunglasses and hat completely covered the future man's head.

"Robber, take out all your snacks!" The man lowered his voice and pretended to be fierce.

Xiao Ai looked frightened, and was about to run to find Mommy with her mouth curled up, when Xiao Cheng said calmly, "Aunt Xuan, it's not funny at all."

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