A dedicated cannon fodder

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The door of the room was not closed. Standing in his position, he could see the big table, tall bookcase, and...

Ye Suyan's heart moved, and he walked into the study.

A laptop is randomly placed on the desk, the screen is black, but the keyboard light is on.

Next to the computer, there is a photo table about [-] inches in size, which looks like an oil painting, and it happens to be one of the advertisements he took for them.

The top two buttons of the large white shirt were not fastened, and the collarbone was looming. Ye Suyan in the photo looked both sexy and fragile.

He lowered his head to pick up the photo with some amusement, and accidentally touched the mouse that was placed aside.

The computer screen suddenly lit up, and the background photo was the same one.

Ye Suyan didn't know why He Chengyun had such a soft spot for this photo. Normally, he would hardly have such a fragile appearance that needed someone to protect him.

"You never show such a side in front of me." He Chengyun's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Ye Suyan didn't turn around, he just stared blankly at the photo in his hand, and even forgot to put it down.

"You are always strong, as if you don't need anyone's protection, and you don't need to rely on anyone." He Chengyun continued: "I want to please you but I don't know what to do. I can only use those methods that seem so stupid and naive." .”

His voice sounded frustrated.

Ye Suyan turned around, looked at He Chengyun who looked very casual in a shirt and a V-neck sweater, and suddenly smiled: "You should be in your villa now, today is your birthday."

He Chengyun stared at him for a while, then smiled: "Yeah, I shouldn't be here."

He went forward and took the photo set in Ye Suyan's hand, and gently placed it on the table.

Then reached out to hold his hand and said to him, "Do you want to try my craft?"

That terrace was renovated into a garden and a semi-outdoor restaurant.It's just because it's very cold outside in winter, so the glass doors around are closed today, and the electric heater is turned on inside, which is very warm.

Dinner was served here.

He Chengyun's craftsmanship is not particularly bad, but it is by no means good.

But at least it's still manageable.

The pork rib soup was salty and astringent, the vegetables were fried very old, and the shrimps were burnt and turned yellow...

But Ye Suyan just ate the meal quietly, he ate a lot of each dish, because it was indeed his favorite dish.

Until the end, He Chengyun's complexion became ugly.

"Let's go out to eat..." He reached out and grabbed Ye Suyan's right hand, preventing him from reaching for the shrimp's chopsticks.

"Why?" Ye Suyan looked up at him with some amusement.

"It's too unpalatable." He Chengyun had to admit that he really didn't have any talent in this area. Although he had practiced many times, the dishes he made were still far behind Ye Suyan's.

"When I made porridge for the first time, a pot of rice was half-baked." Ye Suyan filled himself a bowl of pork rib soup, lowered his head and took a sip, and then continued: "But you drank a big bowl. I never said it was bad. That's why I gained confidence and interest in continuing to study cooking."

It was a long time ago, so early that even Ye Suyan almost forgot that there were times when he cooked unpalatable food.

"It's like this now, it seems to be back in the past." He said again.

The sun has set, leaving behind a faint sunset glow.

Ye Suyan drank the last bowl of soup, imitating the appearance of He Chengyun when he was still a boy, and said to the other party slowly and somewhat domineeringly: "Your craftsmanship is the only one I can bear... from now on, you are not allowed to make it for others to eat!"

The night wind is very cool, but the room is warm as spring.

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The author has something to say: Scatter flowers!The text is over! ! !

Hee hee hee.

If you have no other requirements, the extra episode I am going to write now is as follows:

1. Jealousy

2. Actor & Confession

3. He Huaizhang×Wang Yan

Among them, Wei Xuan's feelings, meat and so on will be explained in the jealousy, I will add it depending on the situation, but I have been complained about three times as a party member, so don't expect too much.

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I bow here and thank you all for your support and companionship along the way.

I am actually a very vulgar person, but I always have my own persistence. I insist on my own ideas almost stubbornly along the way, which makes many girls leave me halfway, or is dissatisfied because of it.My friend said that if I compromised a little, perhaps more people would be willing to accompany me to the end.But I always feel that when a person gives up his persistence and principles in order to please others, he is no longer worthy of love.

I know that I still have a lot of room for improvement, and I will work harder to continue writing.

Yesterday, when I saw a long Weibo written by a favorite author on the scarf of her, the last sentence was almost moved to tears.Many people I know start writing essays because of love and dreams. It may be hypocritical to say this, but I think that in this world, no one loves their own essays more than the author, and no one hopes their own essays more than the author. The text is flawless.

But how can there be so many perfections!

I know I can't write a perfect essay, and I can't write a perfect person either.Even the protagonist Ye Suyan, at the beginning of the setting, he is actually a person who doesn't know how to love, and he is not much better than He Chengyun.So I am really flattered that he can be liked by so many girls.

Thank you again for your company all the way. I hope that the nearly three months and my story can leave some memories for everyone. I also hope that every girl can have someone who is worthy of your love and knows how to cherish your love^ _^

Finally, thank you to every girl who left a message, thank you to every girl who cast mine, thank you to every girl who is willing to buy V to support me, and every girl who has clicked in... You may not know that your existence, you don’t know when it’s warm How many cold typing late at night.

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