Jane Sanshao's love story

Yuan Yingying should live in Yuan Chengyi's real home.

Looking up at the ornately decorated small villa, Jian Qiubai once again lamented the impermanence of fate.

Who would have thought that five years ago, Yuan Chengyi, who was paid 5000 yuan a month and told him every day that he lived a contented life, would be so rich.

This should be the turn of the legendary Feng Shui.

As soon as Jian Qiubai entered, the nanny came to welcome her. Yuan Yingying should have called to inform her.

As soon as the nanny saw Jian Qiubai, she took off the apron on her body and handed it to him, "Miss told me, I will let you cook today's lunch, so I will get off work first."

Jian Qiubai nodded, and took the blue and white plaid apron.

The nanny straightened her rolled-up sleeves, looked at Jian Qiubai strangely and said, "Which housekeeping company are you from? Why do I feel like I haven't seen you before?"

Jian Qiubai smiled, "I'm just starting to step into the housekeeping industry, so I'm just getting started."

The aunt was very kind, she pursed her lips and smiled and said, "You shouldn't be in this line of work, right? Look at you, you look like a young master from a rich family, you're not destined to work."

Jian Qiubai quickly waved his hands, "Don't disturb me."

The aunt saw him gentle and delicate, so she couldn't help but say to him, "You are lucky to come to this house. The husband and lady in this house are very kind to people. The lady looks arrogant, but her heart is not bad. Mr. Yuan looked at him. Serious and vicious, but with a kind heart, he will never treat servants like us badly."

Jian Qiubai smiled, his eyes sparkled, "Mr. Yuan has always been a very good person."

He will never forget that even when Yuan Chengyi was at his worst, he never forgot to help others.In addition to contributing his salary to the normal expenses of the family, he would often donate part of his salary to the orphanage in Songcheng.

At that time, he was so obsessed with him that he couldn't bear it, maybe it was because of his heart that never complained and always had kind thoughts.

The nanny briefly explained to Jian Qiubai the location of some ingredients in the kitchen and the purpose of various cooking utensils, and then left.

Jian Qiubai looked at the pool full of vegetables and pots and pans, sighed, and began to hold his forehead and scratch his stomach, thinking about what kind of dishes he could cook.

For soup, he can only cook millet porridge.

Stir-frying is not bad, he can stir-fry any dish, but he is not good at dealing with seafood.

He is allergic to seafood so never tried it.

I remember that Yuan Chengyi really likes seafood.

After struggling for a while, Jian Qiubai decided to follow the people-friendly route, making crabs and abalones. He really didn't know how to deal with it, so he had better concentrate on making his home-cooked dishes.

When it is cooked, wash all kinds of vegetables and put them in the pot, then turn on the rice cooker, put the washed rice into the pot and steam it.

Jian Qiubai stroked his sleeves, took the apron and wrapped it around his waist, and started cooking.

After a while, the sound of the oil pan crackling and the spatula stir frying came from the quiet room.

This is what Yuan Chengyi saw when he entered the door.

Jian Qiubai stood in the kitchen with a natural expression, as if he was a part of the family.

Maybe because of the heat, he took off his coat and only wore a white half turtleneck sweater. I don't know if the air conditioner in the room was turned on too high. The tips of his ears were a little red, and they looked shiny.

Yuan Chengyi stared at his back, his eyes slid along the apron around his waist to his buttocks.

He is obviously very thin, but why is his butt so upturned?

Yuan Chengyi's Adam's apple rolled, and before he could change his slippers, he stepped into the kitchen without making a sound, hugged him from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, and licked the tender red ears with the tip of his thirsty tongue.

Jian Qiubai was startled, the spatula almost slipped from his hand.

When he smelled the familiar scent of tobacco and mint on Yuan Chengyi's body, he relaxed his stiff body a little, picked up the spatula again with trembling fingers, and said, "The rice is not cooked yet, go to the living room and wait for a while."

Yuan Chengyi didn't speak, his hot lips slid down his ears to the collar of his sweater, and impatiently kissed his neck through the collar of the sweater and said, "Why are you wearing clothes with a high collar?"

Jian Qiubai's forehead twitched, "You're not surprised that I came to your house."

Yuan Chengyi froze and said, "Yingying called me."

Jian Qiubai nodded, oh.

Yuan Chengyi no longer kissed him, but put all his weight on him, leaned on his back and asked, "Did Yingying hit you?"

Jian Qiubai shook her head, "No."

"Did you scold you?"

"No."

"Jian Qiubai." Yuan Chengyi's voice was cold, "Yingying is my most important person, whether she beats you or scolds you, you will accept it, and you are not even allowed to let me fart."

Jian Qiubai was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."

When she was in college, Yuan Yingying was the president of the school's student union. At that time, her personality was not like this. She didn't have the arrogance of a young lady, but only the vigor and kindness of a girl in the most beautiful youth.

Although she comes from an ordinary family, she is positive, beautiful and smart, and is very popular with teachers and classmates.The future can be said to be infinitely bright and immeasurable.

During college, he would become friends with her, partly because of Yuan Chengyi, partly because of the kindness in her bones.

Her current temperament change should be after her mother died.

In fact, it is excusable.

She is just a child.

Inexplicably, he was suddenly forced by his good friend to fail to go to school, and he also knew that he had killed his mother.No one can bear this kind of blow.

Meeting her again would make her feel relieved and at ease, which was already a great gift to him, how could he still blame her.

Yuan Chengyi saw his plain face, and for some reason, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The man raised his hand and grabbed Jian Qiubai's ear and said, "Yuan Yingying beats you and scolds you, you can bear it, but when other people touch you, why don't you be smart, don't be cowardly and let others bully you."

Jian Qiubai frowned dissatisfiedly, "I have never been bullied by anyone."