The full-time bodyguard of the beautiful president

Xu Cheng still didn't quite believe Yang Yiru's words. The next morning, when Yang Yiru was cooking in the kitchen, Xu Cheng was sitting in the living room, cutting and eating fruit, while looking at Yang Yiru's beautiful figure in the kitchen, thinking about nothing. mind.

Suddenly, he had an idea, and remembered what Yang Yiru said, they are indistinguishable parts of each other, since Yang Yiru will cry when he cries, does it mean that Yang Yiru can empathize with him when he is hurt?

So, Xu Cheng looked at the fruit knife in his hand, and suddenly cut a cut in the palm of his hand, and the blood leaked out. Xu Cheng frowned and immediately ordered acupuncture points for himself to prevent the blood from continuing to flow out. There was a burning pain in the palm of his hand.

Xu Cheng didn't care, but looked to see if Yang Yiru felt it.

Yang Yiru came up with a dish and put it on the table, she was shocked when she saw the blood dripping from Xu Cheng's hands: "What are you doing?" Suddenly, Yang Yiru seemed to realize something, after seeing through Xu Cheng's intentions, she frowned and glanced at Xu Cheng. He glanced at him: "You can't test whether I feel pain by yourself?"

Xu Cheng noticed that she was looking at him with idiot eyes, and quickly denied it: "No, I accidentally cut the fruit just now, what are you thinking?"

"That's the best, let me tell you, only my emotions will be passed on to you, and you will not pass it on to me." Yang Yiru reminded him.

I go!You didn't say it earlier!

It's a loss, it's a loss, I hurt myself for nothing.

Xu Cheng quickly ran into the room in embarrassment, and Yang Yiru held back a half-smile behind him.

When Xu Cheng came out again, Yang Yiru clapped her hands after she had prepared the food: "It's started."

Xu Cheng's right hand was wrapped with a white cloth, he saw that Yang Yiru had already moved his chopsticks, and curled his lips: "That... can you help me?"

"Why?" Yang Yiru looked at him in surprise.

Xu Cheng coughed: "The palm of my hand was cut."

"It deserves it." Yang Yiru gave him a blank look, and then asked angrily, "How can I help?"

"Help me serve some food." Xu Cheng said angrily.

"Oh." Yang Yiru stretched out her chopsticks to pack the same dish in his bowl, and then she ate it dignifiedly and elegantly.

After eating for a while, seeing that Xu Cheng didn't move her chopsticks, she asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Xu Cheng was about to go berserk: "I told you that the palm of my hand was cut. Is your brain made of tofu? I can't move my chopsticks anymore and said, what do you want me to eat?"

Yang Yiru rolled her eyes: "Then why don't you just tell me to feed you?"

Xu Cheng lowered his head as if embarrassed, Yang Yiru saw this man showing such an expression for the first time, and laughed a little amusedly: "Is it so difficult to say hello to me? I'm your wife!"

"Forget it, I'll eat it myself." Xu Cheng lost his temper, and simply ran to the kitchen to get a spoon and eat it with his left hand.

Yang Yiru took a bite and then rested her chin on her hands and looked at Xu Cheng's way of swallowing the jujube, feeling very satisfied like this.

Of course Xu Cheng felt her gaze on him. He raised his head when he was almost done eating, wiped the greasy soup from the corner of his mouth, and said, "I think we should make it clear, although what you said is not clear. It’s not confirmed, right, but the actual situation is that I don’t have any feelings for you at all, do you understand? I mean, don’t be self-righteous and always regard me as your husband, and then go too far in some male and female behaviors to make us appear An embarrassing scene, okay?"

Yang Yiru didn't quite understand, so she nodded: "What are the specific manifestations?"

Xu Cheng thought for a while, and listed: "For example, you can't enter my room at will, and of course I can't enter your room; for example, outside or in any other occasions, you are not allowed to lean on your shoulders at every turn; For example, you are not allowed to talk to me outside and always look at me with your affectionate eyes, er, it makes the outside world mislead that we have an inexplicable relationship; also, when you are at home, especially at night, Pay attention to your clothes, don't be too revealing to give me the illusion that you are seducing me."

Yang Yiru wondered: "I usually wear those sets of transparent pajamas when I'm with Su Chen."

Xu Cheng said loudly: "That's Su Chen, I'm Xu Cheng, you have to figure it out OK? Don't treat this place as if there are no outsiders, wear such empty T-shirts and skirts anytime, anywhere, and remember to add safety trousers/chest What."

"Oh." Yang Yiru pouted: "Understood, that means I have to treat you as an outsider?"

Xu Cheng nodded: "We didn't know each other well."

Yang Yiru asked again: "Does that mean that I don't need to do laundry for you?"

Xu Cheng: "This..., oops, it's not that I don't give you wages for living expenses, that's a different matter, understand?"

Yang Yiru chuckled, and then asked innocently: "Then how do you know that I'm free when I'm wearing a T-shirt? And when I'm washing the dishes, are you peeking at my skirt behind me?"

Xu Cheng quickly denied it: "How is it possible?"

He said with a straight face, "Am I that kind of person?"

Yang Yiru asked again: "Then why can you say such a correct angle?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Xu Cheng quickly lifted the bowl and finished the remaining soup in one gulp, then wiped his mouth and immediately walked into the room, he didn't forget to turn his head and shout after walking a few steps: "Remember to wash the dishes."

Yang Yiru said with a smile: "Do you know why my T-shirt is so empty and one size bigger? It's because these are the clothes you wore before. I collect them all and wear them when I am at home."

"Never mind my business." After Xu Cheng finished speaking, he walked into the room.

Yang Yiru took a small bite to order, and then opened the door. The fat man had been waiting outside for a long time. Seeing that she hadn't spoken yet, Yang Yiru laughed at him and said, "Fatty man, I'm sorry, you'd better stay at your place. Go to the first floor, it's still the same price, 10 times!"

"Huh, I even prepared the soap. Do you think you want to buy me with 10 times the rent price? Let me tell you beauty, you are belittling my personality. If I compromise, it is equivalent to submitting to this The money-worshiping society compromises, so what's the fuck with me?"

Yang Yiru rolled her eyes: "20 times!"

The fat man immediately opened his eyes and smiled: "Sister, do you want me to carry those salutes downstairs for you?"

Yang Yiru nodded: "Take it easy."

"Okay, don't worry." The fat man rolled downstairs in a panic.

When Yang Yiru returned to the kitchen, the long-distance phone rang.

It's Gubao Linda's phone number.

"Hello? Linda."

"Young mistress, the little lady can't be coaxed anymore. She just wants to come to you. There is nothing wrong with her in the castle. She can cry for 24 hours. I guess she will never see you again. Everyone in the castle It's going to be flooded." Linda complained.

Yang Yiru breathed out: "Okay, then send that little guy to me here."