After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

Song Yanxi looked away calmly: "Why are you sleeping here?"

Chu Yanyi smiled shyly: "I'm waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to accidentally fall asleep."

Song Yanxi raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing.

The warm light shines lightly on his face, diluting the sharpness of his facial features, giving people the illusion of softness.

Chu Yanyi was stunned for half a second, thinking that it was time to put the medicinal porridge he ordered to use.

He stood up in a second and stood up straight: "Mr. Song, I made porridge specially for you. Do you want to drink it?"

Song Yanxi came back from abroad today, got off the plane and rushed to the company for a meeting without stopping.

After the meeting, I rushed to the bar to celebrate Bai Ziyu's birthday. I drank some wine on an empty stomach. I was really hungry now.

Seeing him nodding, Chu Yanyi went into the kitchen and turned off the fire, wrapped the earthen pot with a towel and held it up.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Song Yanxi had followed him at some point and was standing at the door staring at him, his eyes seemed to be filled with scrutiny.

Song Yanxi's skeletal features are sharp and clear, coupled with the thick and colorful facial features, he looks cold and domineering, yet mature and steady.

His eyes were deep and deep, and when he looked over without emotion, they seemed as cold as quenched ice, and as unfathomable as a deep cold pool.

It was difficult for Chu Yanyi to see the emotions on his stern face, and she didn't know why he was staring at her. He lowered his eyes with some guilt and averted the man's gaze.

He nervously brought the porridge to the restaurant and placed it in the middle of the dining table. He took out a bowl and put it in the man's hand. He deliberately said in a soft voice: "Mr. Song, how do you like it? Although I have tried it several times, today is the first time." I’m making this for you for the first time, I don’t know if it tastes good or not.”

Smelling the rich aroma, Song Yanxi picked up a spoon, took a spoonful, blew lightly, and put it into his mouth.

Chu Yanyi sat down opposite and looked at him expectantly.

"How does it taste? Is it delicious?"

Song Yanxi subconsciously took another spoonful and said, "It has a faint medicinal smell."

"I thought you were busy at work and often forgot to eat, so I specially put lotus seeds, gorgon seeds, coix seeds, yam, and poria cocos in it, which can strengthen the spleen and stomach and enhance immunity."

Chu Yanyi lowered his eyes and was quiet for a moment, then whispered: "If you don't like it, I won't put these things next time."

Song Yanxi's eyelashes were slightly furrowed, and the expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly.

After a moment, he slowly uttered two words: "It's okay."

Chu Yanyi instantly bent his beautiful eyes, with a gentle smile on his lips: "As long as you like it."

Song Yanxi was born in the Song family, the top wealthy family in the imperial capital. In the shopping mall, he was decisive and resolute. In life, he was elegant and calm, and he had the good upbringing of a wealthy and noble son engraved in his bones.

Even sitting there eating porridge, his temperament and manners coexist.

Chu Yanyi stared at him quietly, humming in his heart: Is it necessary to drink porridge like this? I was so tired looking at it.

If you could hold it like this in bed, why would I suffer so much?

Song Yanxi raised his eyelids and observed the person opposite him calmly.

Chu Yanyi looked at him with tender and infatuated eyes. How could he not really like him?

Since following him, apart from asking his assistant to pay for his father's medical expenses every month, he has made almost no demands on himself. Instead, he has made special efforts to learn cooking skills for himself.

After learning, he would go to the company to deliver meals to himself whenever he had time.

For more than a year, I have been saying hello every morning, noon and evening. I remind myself to bring an umbrella when it rains, and I ask myself to put on more clothes when the weather changes.

In bed, no matter what excessive demands he made, he would try his best to cooperate.

Sometimes he was in a bad mood and accidentally hurt him, but he never complained.

Those amorous eyes are always filled with affection every time they look at me, and they can't stop talking.

It's clear that he loves deeply and endures it all.

He comes to Huajin Garden only a handful of times a month, and the most time the two of them are together is in bed. How on earth did Chu Yanyi fall in love with him, and love him so wholeheartedly?

Song Yanxi's narrow eyes glanced over him casually: "When did you start liking me?"

Unexpectedly, he would ask this question suddenly. Chu Yanyi's heart skipped a beat. He raised his eyes and looked at him with clear eyes: "From the moment you rescued me in the club."

"So early?"

Song Yanxi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the gaze flowing from his dark brown eyes was sharp and obviously inquisitive.

"Yes, I fell in love with you at first sight. You are not only my benefactor, but also the benefactor of my whole family. If you hadn't taken care of me, my father would have been dead long ago."

Song Yanxi looked into his eyes, feeling as if she was about to be wrapped and soaked by the hot affection revealed in his eyes.

Song Yanxi didn't doubt the clichéd answer to liking someone because of gratitude.

After all, he himself likes someone because of gratitude.

Thinking of that person, Song Yanxi's deep sea-like eyes instantly became extremely cold: "Chu Yanyi, I won't stop you from liking me, but I hope you can always remember that the relationship between us is only a transaction maintained by money, not in love."

Chu Yanyi immediately showed off his superb acting skills comparable to those of an Oscar-winning actor. He stared at him blankly, mist gradually filling his eyes.

When the tears were about to flow out, he lowered his eyes and said with a hint of forbearance in his voice: "Don't worry, I will stick to my duty and not do anything overstepping..."

Perhaps because he looked embarrassed and pitiful at the moment, Song Yanxi softened his tone slightly: "Your self-impressed love is superfluous to me. I can give you material satisfaction, but not emotionally." Give you any response."

Tsk tsk, dog man!

Don't talk too much and leave yourself some room to avoid being slapped in the face in the future.

Chu Yanyi sneered in his heart, but his face looked like he was about to cry. His lips were trembling and he murmured: "I know, I never expected you to like me. I just hope you don't hate me..." "

Song Yanxi was very satisfied with his docile and self-aware look.

"Are you free on Saturday?"

"You...what's the matter with you?"

"As a reward for your obedience, I will take you out to play on Saturday."

The corner of Chu Yanyi's mouth twitched like a spasm: You man, who cares about hanging out with you?

"Really? I don't have to go to school on Saturday, I have time." There was hope in his eyes.

Song Yanxi raised her eyebrows and glanced sideways at him: "When did I ever lie to you?"

"Thank you, Mr. Song."

Seeing her little lover's happy smile, Song Yanxi felt even more satisfied.

Although I don't like Chu Yanyi, I enjoy his cleverness and thoughtfulness.

In addition to money and material aspects, it is not a bad idea to occasionally give some other rewards to your obedient and sensible lover.