Male supporting role: After I left, the heroine regretted too much

Mu Jinyao's face was full of tears.

When she heard the door open, she raised her head to reveal a face with red eyes from crying.

Seeing An Ran in her ruby ​​eyes, a flash of surprise flashed across her.

"Master...I knew it, you wouldn't leave me..."

"Don't worry...I already know that I have sinned deeply...I will no longer have the slightest face to see Master..."

"But please give me a chance to redeem myself...I don't ask you to forgive me...just to stay by your side..."

Mu Jinyao knelt in front of An Ran through a layer of restraint, looking at him earnestly.

The heart that had fallen into despair and numbness once again burst into life.

As expected, Master still loves her dearly, he is softening his heart... Otherwise, why would he come out to see her?

An Ran's face was slightly taken aback, but she didn't expect Mu Jinyao to kneel here in public.

The pedestrians passing by didn't know why, so they looked at this side with puzzled faces, maybe they were still thinking about why this man was so cruel and made a little girl kneel outside the door.

An Ran smiled contemptuously and spoke.

"If you want to use their comments and accusations to achieve the goal of making me compromise... Sorry, your calculations are about to fail... Hurry up and leave, we have nothing to do with each other, and we don't need you to atone at all... "

After An Ran finished speaking, she turned and closed the door without hesitation.

Don't give the other party any chance to cling.

Chapter 8 Dogs are worthy of eating!

Because Mu Jinyao was blocking the door, it was hard for An Ran to go out.

So I asked Yun Ling to go out and get some seasonings.

Blue smoke slowly.

Yun Ling looked at the figure who was busy in the kitchen, with a gentle look in his eyes.

Back then, she used to live in the same dormitory with Xiaoran, and she still remembered that he would cook a table of dishes for her, even if she was not very interested sometimes.

After that, for many years, I didn't see Xiao Ran cooking again, no, it should be said cooking for her.

Seeing you again at this time is also warm in my heart.

The eye sockets are also slightly moist.

I didn't cherish it back then, but now I spend so much effort to get it back?

But she wants to believe the outcome is good.

At this moment, Mu Jinyao was squatting outside the courtyard, separated by a layer of restraint.

But she could still see the green smoke rising from the courtyard and the faint smell of meat in the air.

With the memory deeply imprinted in her mind, she instantly knew that the man inside was cooking, and it was her favorite Yangchun noodles.

It's just a pity that the other party's meals are no longer made for her...

Don't say that tasting means that you can't even see it at a glance.

Mu Jinyao sniffed the diffuse fragrance carefully.

Body fluid is secreted between tongues.

But my heart ached.

"Woo...my heart hurts..."

"I don't have a master anymore..."

"The person who loves me like that, but I can't grasp it..."

Mu Jinyao hugged her knees tightly, buried her head between her knees, and kept dripping crystal drops on the black soil.

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for a long time.

In the courtyard.

Click.

An Lan put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, smiled and stood up.

"Brother, it was hard for you to cook just now."

"Wait a minute, let me clean up the dishes with you."

An Ran smiled softly and nodded.

As for why the younger sister said that she cleaned up the dishes with him, instead of the younger sister cleaning up alone.

An Ran said that she knew her little thoughts like the back of his hand, and of course would pamper her.

click.

Yun Ling also put down the bowls and chopsticks, the satisfied expression on her face was still there.

But seeing the tacit interaction between the two brothers and sisters, I was extremely envious.

She raised her hand to call out a cloud of mist, she moved lightly, wiped her mouth, looked at An Ran with a pair of cold eyes, and turned soft again.

"Xiaoran, how should I say, I'm also a sister... I'm really embarrassed to ask you to cook, why don't my sister clean up with you?"

An Ran's cold gaze rested on Yun Ling's snow-like jade face.

"No, I don't want to bother you. After all, you just saved me once. Cooking for you is nothing at all."

Just kidding, how could you take her with you?Feel cramped with three people in one kitchen?Besides, it takes so many people to collect the bowls and chopsticks?

"Yunling, clean up the dishes. You don't need so many people. If you have spare time, you can build a teleportation formation. Let's go back early."

An Lan also interjected with a half-smile.

Yun Ling's smile faltered, she glanced at An Lan dissatisfied, and then stared at An Ran resentfully.

An Ran didn't care, but took her sister's hand and walked towards the kitchen.

"..."

"You don't need a real person to build a formation!"

Yun Ling curled her red lips, and kicked the corner of the table annoyed.

The iceberg face that had been maintained for thousands of years, and such a girly expression in an instant, was somewhat inexplicably amazing.

She waved her hand, and several spirit bodies appeared beside her.

They nodded, and flew to the distance to find an open place to build a formation. This small courtyard is too small, so naturally it cannot be built here.

And her real body also turned into a cloud of mist, which is hard for ordinary people to see, and penetrated straight into An Ran's sleeve, tumbling and twisting in between, the originally white mist flashed pink.

Since that nasty An Lan wouldn't let her follow, she wanted to follow, and even more ruthlessly.

"Hey hey...Xiaoran...Let me be healthy?"

If the prototype appeared at this moment, Yun Ling's face must be blushing, with love in his eyes.

Don't forget that she is a dragon, and the person she loves the most is by her side, how could she bear it?

It's just... it can't be obtained directly.

But An Ran, who was with An Lan, couldn't imagine that most of the time in his impression, he was cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and Yun Ling, who had a frosty face, would have such a dirty mind, using his own cultivation and characteristics on such a place.

He was talking and laughing with his sister, so warm.

"By the way, do you still want what's in this pot? If you don't want it, I'll take it and throw it away..."

An Lan pointed to a pot of white broth and asked.

In the broth, there are still a few pieces of meat and bones floating up and down, but the pieces of meat on it are scattered in the water due to the long cooking.

If Yangchun noodles are to be cooked well, a good pot of broth is indispensable.

It takes a lot of time and energy to make this pot of soup, so I ask this question.

An Ran shook her head.

"No, we can't stay here for a few more days, and we can't eat noodles every day, right? We have to eat something else... Besides, this kind of soup is not easy to preserve. There are not many meat pieces, only bones, or you can feed it Dogs? When I came here, I saw many dogs running by on the street."

"it is good."

An Lan nodded with a chuckle, picked up a pot of soup and walked outside without any effort.

Suddenly, the moment she turned around, she seemed to think of something, and the smile on her face became weaker and meaner.

"Feed the dog?"

As soon as she walked to the yard, she found that the sky was sunny just now, but now it was raining lightly.

He didn't pay much attention to it, but opened the door with a creak.

Then he saw Mu Jinyao huddled in the corner outside the door, and hadn't left yet.

And there are a few more dogs hiding from the rain.

Disgust flashed across her face.

Blow out the whistle of ordinary people feeding their dogs.

The dogs quickly raised their heads and looked expectantly at the meat-scented pot in An Lan's hand.

Mu Jinyao also heard the voice, smelled the smell, raised her head, and met An Lan with a sarcastic smile.

"Want to eat?"

"My brother made it himself."

Mu Jinyao was squatting, unable to see the contents of the pot, but she could tell from the smell alone that the contents of the pot were from Master's hands.

The delicacy she thought would be difficult to taste again, the Yangchun noodles made by Master himself.

Although seeing the smile on An Lan's face, she knew that the other party had bad intentions, but Mu Jinyao still nodded.

"What I want... The noodles made by Master... just let me taste a little... You can ask for any conditions... Whether it is a high-level spiritual weapon, or a treasure of heaven and earth... you can... "

"I beg you..."

Mu Jinyao's posture is very low... She really regrets it completely...

"Oh? I remember when you said in front of your brother that only dogs are worthy of the food he makes?"

Chapter 9 Master's Dishes... Cannot Be Wasted

An Lan looked at Mu Jinyao outside with a sarcasm through the restraint.

Back then, she could only watch helplessly as the other party tortured her favorite brother.

Various tortures such as dismemberment, burning, and boiling were staged in turn.

He even burned all the beautiful clothes and exquisite food that his brother carefully prepared for this bitch.

She couldn't bear to think about how physically and mentally her brother was in pain.

At that time, her heart was already in extreme pain, and she hated it to the extreme.

Mingming's elder brother is so kind to Mu Jinyao, a bitch.

There are some things that she hasn't even done to her favorite sister.

She would be jealous.

But this bitch failed him so much.

"Ha ha..."

"Why don't you speak? Didn't you say it to your brother yourself, what I just said?"

Mu Jinyao's delicate body shook violently.

A strong regret spread on the small and exquisite face.

She did say this in front of her master back then, and not only did she say it, she also fed all the food the other party had worked so hard to prepare for her to the dog.