Help, I've become a paper man

The corridor was slightly different, with more paintings on both sides. Song Yi had no appreciation level, so he just thought they were beautiful. He followed An Xiaochun's footsteps and passed by in a hurry. Halfway through, there were many more furnishings than he remembered, but Song Yi gradually recognized the scene in front of him. Even if An Xiaochun went ahead and disappeared from his sight, he was still able to reach the dining area.

An Xiaochun, who came back first, moved quickly and put Song Yi's food on the table. Song Yi wanted to praise himself but stopped, and the words turned into "You are trying to scare me", followed by An Xiaochun's laughter.

More like a keeper than a chef.

This brother had already sat down, and his perfunctory attitude was even more than teasing when he called him "Young Master". Song Yi still sat down opposite An Xiaochun and had to look directly at the "food" in front of him. It was also at this moment that he finally understood everything. It was not because of An Xiaochun, but... this kind of thing, no matter who does it, it will be done quickly.

The restaurant is still the same, except that the healthy food has been turned directly into a perhaps healthy paste, from a solid and unpalatable substance to a liquid that looks vicious.

Song Yi held the spoon, but couldn't help asking, "The corridor has been renovated, don't you have any plans to further your cooking skills?"

I don't know what's wrong with this sentence, but it tickled An Xiaochun's funny bone. The player's hands were shaking as he played the game. It didn't look like he was playing a music game, but rather like he was wiping dishes, with his fingertips rubbing around on the dishes. Fortunately, he didn't lose touch and his combos were a mess.

An Xiaochun laughed and said, "Our eldest master, how can you say it's a renovation? You haven't realized yet that this is not your home at all, it's my home!"

Song Yi was stunned and couldn't find words for a moment. It was a familiar scene, with almost the same layout. Except for the decoration of the corridor, there was almost no difference. More importantly, in his original "home", the place where he was lying now was a place he had never been to before.

but……

"Different properties, but using the same decoration style?!" Song Yi exclaimed in amazement.

Before he met Yan Changyue, it seemed that he had never been rich, otherwise how could he be in the current situation? He had no way of understanding the matter of having the same decoration, and in the end he could only attribute it to "don't try to guess what rich people are thinking".

An Xiaochun laughed even more exaggeratedly and slammed the device directly on the dining table. The game interface was still there, and he didn't care. Instead, under his gaze, An Xiaochun stood up, supported his hands on the edge of the table, and leaned forward to move closer to him.

As they looked at each other, An Xiaochun finally stopped laughing and said in a clear tone: "Let me tell you once again, this is my home, not yours and Yan Changyue's."

"You don't think Yan Changyue is the only one left in the Yan family, do you?"

Song Yi's mind went blank after hearing these words, and he felt a little weird. This was something he had never thought about. The main reason was that the plot he had experienced since he opened his eyes was too smooth, which made his attention follow the comics the whole time. Yan Changyue didn't mention his family, and the housekeeper didn't say anything about this, so he didn't think about this aspect. Now he suddenly got the family script, which was really...

Song Yi asked: "So when you call me Young Master, what does that mean?"

An Xiaochun stood up straight, waved his hand, and replied: "Boss Yan is the head of the family now, so it's okay for me to call you 'Young Master', but the premise is... you stand on Boss Yan's side."

Song Yi laughed out loud twice and felt even more confused. Of course he was on Yan Changyue's side. There was no other possibility at all.

As they stared at each other, An Xiaochun spoke again, saying lightly, "You'll have to keep your life for now. I'll warn you again, my master doesn't like you. Now I'm doing this for Boss Yan's sake. When Boss Yan doesn't like you anymore, we can talk about other things."

There was a hint of middle school in his words, which made Song Yi take another sip and ask back: "Who is your master?"

Compared to this, for a moment, he wanted to ask, what kind of existence is this, whom he has never provoked or seen before, but is secretly ready to snipe!

An Xiaochun replied: "Okay, that's enough. I'm afraid you'll become my sworn brother later."

This time it was Song Yi's turn not to understand. He didn't know much about the amusement park, and it was a live broadcast at that time. Many people saw him casually calling "Big Brother", so at this time, he didn't take the opportunity to think about it and infer what kind of relationship there was between Yan Changyue and An Xiaochun's owner.

He paused for a second and chose to eat first, dipping his spoon into the bowl. An Xiaochun on the other side also sat down again, returning his attention and hands to the game, and the restaurant returned to silence for a while.

Two minutes later, Song Yi ate half a bowl of tasteless food with a soft and sticky texture. At some points, it was a complete torture. He felt like vomiting after eating it, but not to that extent. Instead, he was stuck at some critical point, unable to spit it out or swallow it.

He spoke with difficulty and asked, "Is there any water?"

broke the silence.

An Xiaochun was in a hurry to play the game and was too lazy to communicate with him. He just said "hmm" twice casually. When he wanted to speak again and ask about the water, he found the time to snap his fingers. A glass appeared out of thin air and fell next to Song Yi's hand. The water inside shook slightly, but fortunately he held it in time and did not shake out.

Song Yi took a big gulp to suppress the discomfort, but he hadn't finished eating yet and couldn't get rid of the pain for a while. He could only eat two mouthfuls of porridge and drink two sips of water to force himself to eat. The more he ate, the more he lost interest.

In order to distract himself, Song Yi had an idea in a hurry and thought of his electronic pickles. He also had comics to read, but he had already caught up with all the updates. If nothing unexpected happened, Sui Yuesheng's materials would be almost collected. If he helped Ling Zhi work and completed some daily tasks, he could use his contributions to exchange for the final materials and revive his "angel", but it was obviously not enough.

Song Yi did not bother to think about it. Under the control of his mind, he went straight to the comment section. He did not need to select a chapter and planned to read directly from the popular ones. The most popular ones were still about Sui Yuesheng. Some people took screenshots of beautiful photos, some speculated and inferred clues, and even some praised Angel Electronics.

As he watched, he couldn't help but sigh, "As expected, the protagonist is prone to hot issues." But in other words, isn't it easier for supporting roles to have big hot issues? He should also be popular, otherwise his modeling would be in vain, with white hair, green eyes, and height.

Thinking of this, Song Yi gradually smiled. Before he started to be narcissistic, and before he noticed An Xiaochun rolled her eyes at him in her busy schedule, he first turned to the first comment related to himself, and the smile instantly fell from his face.

It was written in black and white on it, "I bet 50 cents that Song Yi is definitely a villain. This kind of person has a shadow when he appears, and he has fought side by side with the protagonist. In the end, 90% of them will have different ideologies and go down a path of no return. The remaining 10% has bad intentions from the beginning!"