I became beautiful by eating melons

Jiang Chen braked suddenly, and the people in the back seat of the car were not fastened with seat belts, so they became a mess.

Wang Guoping was hit all over by the fishing rod and fish food. The bucket containing the fish tilted and the fishy water soaked his pants. He roared in anger.

"You little bastard, I think you want to kill me!"

Jiang Chen turned his head hastily and asked hurriedly: "What did you just say?"

Wang Guoping's pants were wet and stained with two fish scales. The old man was in a depressed mood and looked miserable as he held the fishing rod.

Seeing Jiang Chen was anxious, although she was angry with him, she still explained to him: "Don't you think it's strange? Xiaorou knew that you don't like fishing, but she still asked you to come fishing."

Xiaorou has a good temper and is meticulous and fair in her dealings with others.

It is inevitable that there will be some conflicts among these old guys living together.

For example, Lao Zheng doesn’t like people drinking and hates the smell of alcohol.

But Yu Tang would feel uncomfortable if he didn't drink a few sips.

The two of them had quarreled many times over this matter, and Xiaorou tried to mediate between them. On one side was her master, and on the other side was her grandfather. She did not favor either of them, but was able to give a solution that satisfied both old men and made both sides happy.

Besides, Xiaorou usually spoils Jiang Chen the most and would never get angry with him or deliberately make trouble for him. But now the situation is obviously wrong.

In Wang Guoping's opinion, Jiang Chen is just a person who is confused by his own situation.

This kid is usually smart and has a good brain, but he becomes confused when he encounters Ye Rou.

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes, and a shadow covered his gloomy and handsome face.

His eyes fell on the crucian carp wagging its tail in the bucket.

Thinking that Ye Rou was still waiting for his fish soup.

He didn't say anything, restarted the car, and the jeep started again.

Wang Guoping was curious and asked him.

"How did you make Xiaorou angry?"

Jiang Chen said nothing and increased the speed of the car again.

There are two large courtyards. The courtyard on the east side has a bright and spacious gate, while the gate of the courtyard on the west side is filled with construction waste, which is messy and annoying. A young girl is standing at the gate, looking at the entrance of the alley with her neck.

Song Xiaoqin's legs were numb from standing so she took down a cardboard and sat down, staring intently at the door next door.

She just saw Jiang Chen go out.

He should be back soon.

As she was eagerly waiting, a jeep sped past her and suddenly stopped at the door next door.

The car door slammed open, and Jiang Chen got out of the car. He stretched his tall body, spread his broad shoulders, opened the rear door, and took out a large bucket.

Song Xiaoqin was about to catch up when her legs went numb and she fell back.

Seeing that Jiang Chen was about to enter the compound, he ignored the numbness in his legs and stood up with gritted teeth.

"Jiang... um!"

As soon as she shouted a word, her mouth was blocked and she was dragged back to the yard.

Wang Guoping watched Leng Po dragging the man away without saying a word. He went into the yard with the fishing rod and fish food in his arms, feeling heartbroken.

Jiang Chen cooked the fish soup under the instruction of the mute woman. As soon as the soup was ready, Jiang Chen hurriedly scooped it out and carried it to the inner courtyard.

He held the fish soup with a tense posture, his steps were quick, but his mind was blank.

Jiang Chen was thinking about what Old Man Wang said.

Did Ye Rou already know that he had been hiding things from her and lying to her?

Will she get angry and leave without looking back?

Will you never talk to him again from now on?

Jiang Chen felt heartbroken whenever he thought about how he and Ye Rou would end up like this.

The tall figure stopped outside the main building in the inner courtyard and did not move for a long time.

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Ye Rou had just recovered from a serious illness and was in a bad mood. While waiting, she became drowsy and fell asleep.

The bedroom door opened and the faint fragrance filled the air.

The pure white gauze curtains were blown by the wind, performing a dazzling dance.

Ye Rou was sleeping on a big, soft bed, her black hair blown by the wind across her eyebrows. Disturbed by the itch, her delicate brows slightly frowned, and she seemed to be about to wake up.

It's all too beautiful, and too fragile.

Jiang Chen knew that Ye Rou had sharp senses, so he was afraid of waking her up, so he held his breath, unable to go in or out. He stood frozen at the door holding the bowl of soup, unable to go in or out.

Ye Rou was awakened by the delicious taste of fish soup. The aroma was like a little hand, pulling her to fight against sleep.

"Well……"

The beauty wrapped in the soft quilt moved a little, and her fair and tender face rubbed the soft pillow affectionately, and it was hard to tell which one was whiter and softer.

The slender fingers rubbed the sleepy eyes. The fox eyes were not fully open, the eyelids were half-drooped, and the corners of the eyes were red from the rubbing, which was particularly charming. Jiang Chen felt itchy and approached carefully.

"Wife, drink the soup."

Ye Rou was carefully picked up, with the delicious fish soup at her lips. She was half conscious and opened her mouth to swallow the soup unconsciously.

After taking a sip of the hot fish soup, Ye Rou felt warm and shivered, completely awake.

When she found herself being held by Jiang Chen, she did not struggle but obediently drank most of the bowl of soup.

Jiang Chen tried to feed her again, but Ye Rou pushed him away and refused to drink.

She half leaned on the bed, holding the quilt to wrap her body, then raised her eyes to look at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen held the soup bowl in his left hand, and the bowl looked particularly small against his wheat-colored hand.

Ye Rou looked at him, and even the afterglow of the setting sun could not dispel the coldness in Ye Rou's eyes.

"Wife..."

Jiang Chen avoided her gaze in embarrassment, his whole body felt like it was drenched in ice water, stiff and out of control.

Ye Rou waited for him to explain, but she didn't ask. She just said, "You go to the living room to sleep tonight."

Jiang Chen's face suddenly turned pale, and the hand holding the spoon began to tremble unconsciously.

"why?"

The 1.9-meter tall man sat at the head of the bed with a wronged look on his face, his already tanned wheat-colored skin now looking slightly whiter.

It must be that the fishing was not going well, as there were red marks on his arms between his fingers from the thin fishing line.

The whole person looked like a big dog that was about to be abandoned by its owner, looking miserable and pitiful.

The delicious taste of the fish soup still lingered in her mouth, and Ye Rou couldn't say anything harsh to him in this state.

But she didn't want to let him go so easily, because Jiang Chen was the kind of person who would push his luck further.

Ye Rou rolled up the quilt and got into the warm bed. She turned her back to Jiang Chen and said, "I'm sick, don't infect you."

Jiang Chen wanted to say that he was not afraid of getting sick, but Ye Rou wrapped herself in the quilt and covered her ears, obviously refusing to communicate with him.

I don’t know if he has fallen asleep yet.

He went downstairs with the fish soup in a daze.

Ye Rou buried her face in the quilt, her fox eyes shining brightly.