Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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A thin layer of sweat broke out from the palms of the two holding hands, He Yan let go of him, and put his hands into his pockets.

Fang Cheng belatedly felt the embarrassment after some provocative words, rolled his eyes, suddenly let out a "hiss", covered his forehead and cried, "It hurts so much."

He Yan looked at him calmly, and what those eyes said was conveyed to Fang Cheng before his mouth: "What kind of monster are you doing again?" '

Fang Cheng raised the hair on his forehead aggrievedly, revealing a coin-sized wound oozing with bright red blood, "I accidentally bumped into your window when I opened it...it hurts so much."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" He Cheng frowned instantly, looking around.He found the nearest pharmacy, held his wrist and broke in without any explanation.

The clerk helped treat the wound, "Dizzy or not? Although it is a skin trauma, there may be a slight concussion inside."

He Yan's face turned even darker, like the bottom of a burnt pot.

Fang Cheng was self-defeating, so he could only smile bitterly: "I just bumped it lightly, and I didn't feel dizzy at all. Maybe it's because I'm thin-skinned."

"It's better to take a look." The young lady covered the wound with a large square band-aid, "Don't get wet, don't exercise vigorously, if you feel dizzy, you must go to the hospital..."

Fang Cheng cautiously glanced at He Yan from the corner of his eye, and was intimidated by the latter's fierce and serious eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and obediently said, "Got it."

The orphanage was quite far from the two's home, so Fang Cheng took a taxi to the neighborhood committee of He Yan's community to report to Aunt Jin Xi that he was safe.

As soon as Aunt Jin Xi saw the two of them, she rushed over to greet them, and raised her breath when she saw Fang Cheng's forehead: "Why are you still injured? You two started fighting?"

How could Fang Cheng have the nerve to say that it was because she bumped into it when she fell, so he just said haha: "I just knocked it, it's okay. By the way, He Yang is back too, don't worry about it."

Aunt Jin Xi turned her eyes to the tall boy, with a worried expression on her face: "I came to Auntie for something, and Auntie is willing to help you, so why didn't you listen? You don't eat the food I gave you, are you hungry? caught?"

Fang Cheng was surprised: "You brought him food?"

"Your school doesn't serve meals on weekends, and he doesn't cook for himself, so I'll give him some. But every time I put it at the door for him, it will be the same when I go next time." Aunt Jin Xi took Picking up his wrist and rolling up his sleeves, those hideous wounds were instantly exposed to the air. After carefully looking at them, she looked a little more relaxed: "It's good, no increase."

Only then did Fang Cheng know that Aunt Jin Xi and He Yan had a lot of connections.

Aunt Jin Xi looked up at He Yan, and sighed in relief: "Okay, I also cut my hair, it looks good and looks good."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Guo." He Yan lowered his eyes with a soft expression, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Aunt Jin Xi shook her head, "It's good that you're fine. Haven't eaten yet, why don't you go to your aunt's house for a bite?"

Fang Cheng hurriedly stopped: "No need, Auntie, I'll treat him to dinner, so I have to apologize."

She smiled, "That's fine, then I won't get involved in the affairs of you young people. He Yan, get along with your friends well, and don't be mean to others."

He Yan was very obedient, "Understood."

After declaring safety, the two said goodbye to Aunt Jin Xi and returned to He Yang's house.

He Yan looked at the mess all over the room, and the face of the ice cube showed signs of breaking, "Fang Cheng."

Fang Cheng smiled guilty: "Hey, I'm here!"

"what's going on?"

The living room is okay, because it was originally empty, but the bedroom suffered a disaster. All the clothes in the closet were thrown out, and the quilt was in a mess, half on the ground and half on the bed, and the books under the bed Debris was thrown all over the place with a mop...

He Cheng can still understand these things. What he can't understand is why even the kitchen cabinets can be turned upside down. Can his 1.8-meter-long man hide in the cabinets?

Fang Cheng scratched his head and pretended to be stupid - there was no way, there was a secret door behind the kitchen cabinet of He Cheng's house in his previous life, which was a passage for survival. He was in a moment of anxiety. If it doesn't open, it will be turned over in a hurry.

He changed the subject and said, "What do you want for dinner?"

As expected, He Yan ignored him, bent down and started tidying up.

Fang Cheng was not annoyed, and complained to himself: "If only your kitchen could be used, I have nowhere to show off my cooking skills."

He Yan glanced at him in his busy schedule, then got into a certain cupboard and did not know what he was doing, stood up and turned the knob of the gas stove, there was a sound of "web", and blue flames burst out.

Fang Cheng: "..."

Well, I do.

Although he didn't have much free time today and his body was tired, since Boss He made it clear that he wanted to eat, Fang Cheng would get up and wash his hands and make soup for him even if he broke his leg.

Ordered some food with the delivery software, and while waiting for the delivery, Fang Cheng looked at the manga he had successfully signed, and couldn't help showing off to He Yan: "Look, look, my manga is signed, and I can make money! "

After He Yan finished cleaning the kitchen and was about to start cleaning the bedroom, Fang Cheng spread out on the chair like a puddle of mud, and stretched out his hand to show him the manga pages on his phone.

How could He Yan have the time to talk to him, changing the quilt cover and folding clothes was incredible.

Fang Cheng curled his lips, withdrew his hand, and hummed dissatisfiedly in a low voice: "Cut, I won't give it to you if you beg me to show it to you later!"

After He Yan finished tidying up the room, the groceries arrived.Fang Cheng cleaned the phone on the bed and got up to cook.

Although he hasn't cooked since he was reborn, his cooking skills have not deteriorated. It took Fang Cheng just over half an hour for two dishes and one soup.

There was a narrow and long bar between the kitchen and the living room, which was used as a dining table by Fang Cheng. He placed the dishes on it with great interest, took a photo with his mobile phone and posted it on Moments, and then he put his chin on his hands and smiled smilingly : "Try it quickly."

He Yan had already gotten used to his eyes, and without changing his face, he pulled the bamboo shoots on the plate aside, picked up the shrimp next to him and put them in his mouth.

Fang Cheng stared blankly at his movements: "Don't you like eating bamboo shoots?"

He Yan ate Xiangsiwen, and his Adam's apple moved slightly to swallow the food before he said, "I hate it."

Good guy, it's already disgusting.

But in his previous life, He Yan obviously liked to eat bamboo shoots. Every time he made them, Mr. He would always eat them all with a satisfied face—it was also because of this that he made this dish.

People's tastes generally seldom change except through major changes or illnesses.

Why do you suddenly like the food you hated ten years ago?

Although he was puzzled, Fang Cheng didn't dig into the horns. After all, He Yan would still be a gentle and noble president ten years later, but now he is a cool guy who just makes a bad face and ignores people every day.

"Then make something else for you next time, try another one first." The other one is Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, which was also Mr. He's favorite in the previous life.

He Yan didn't dislike it this time, he ate a piece of rice seriously, and gave a mean "hmm".

Fang Cheng really knew that this meant that He Beike was satisfied.