Chapter 553

Yi Juncheng raises his eyebrows and sits up. The wound is pulled again, but he is unconscious. It seems that the pain is just a routine, and he has been numb for a long time.

From the afternoon after his parents left, his world has been dark and cold, just like the world under the sea.

At that time, he was fledgling, but he had already conceived in his mind how he would spend the next few years.

Those people didn't want him to inherit the Yi family, so they tried every means, even calculated the life of his parents. The children of the Yi family seemed to be cursed since they were born.

But he is not, he must control the huge Yi family, even if it is a curse, against the sky, he also wants to break.

Until... Met that seemingly cold, but actually warm girl, he suddenly found that these years of plunder is actually meaningless.

Knowing that he shouldn't, however, he still gave birth to a delusion that he shouldn't have.

Even so, he still has to run forward, because the Yi family doesn't deserve to stop, otherwise everything around him seems to turn into a fairy tale phantom and disappear completely.

He got up, walked step by step to the bathroom, and suddenly the door opened.

Sheng Yang's small face was steaming fluffy, ruddy, still cold face, eyes down, "how do not wear shoes, you are not well."

He was big enough to hold her completely, and he took half of the towel from her hand.

Sheng Yang was stunned, and then he was like a clever little doll, letting him brush his hair.

Yi Juncheng is very careful. Sheng Yang can't help asking, "do you seem to be very skilled?"

Yi Juncheng smiles but doesn't speak. He has rehearsed many times in his heart, but he doesn't answer intentionally. He turns his head to see Sheng Yang's small expression.

I don't know if he is so thoughtful that he always thinks her face is a little bulgy.

After wiping his hair, Yi Juncheng went to the open kitchen. Sheng Yang naturally pulled him, "I'm here. How can I make the patient cook?"

Her strength is very big, not to mention Yi Juncheng is still in the weak stage of serious illness ready to heal. With such a strong pull from her, she just sits on the sofa, so he can only sit quietly. He squints and smiles. Fortunately, the kitchen is open and can be seen all the time. Otherwise, he has no sense of security.

Sheng Yang thinks that Yi Juncheng can only drink porridge or something in the current situation, but the Manchu and Han dishes she made last time are not suitable for him, so she can only call out the menu in her mobile phone, and he doesn't know what he likes to eat. Unconsciously, she makes a lot of dishes, not to mention ten kinds, but also eight kinds, all small bowls, which are put in a tray, full of delicious and appetizing.

It has to be said that Sheng Yang is really quick to learn anything. He is really a first-class expert in cooking, and chefs have to be willing to be inferior.

"Is it good?" Sheng Yang looks at him one by one.

"Good." Yi Juncheng's face is still pale, but his smile is warm and warm.

It's good to drink anything if you look at her.

Sheng Yang also tasted some. She didn't have a big appetite and drank a lot unconsciously.

Like these porridge ah, really good, hawthorn porridge appetizer, corn porridge waxy, good taste, and mushroom porridge, fragrant, all the ingredients of the original flavor boiled out, perfectly melted in the good rice.

After dinner, it's still early, but Sheng Yang still can't help asking, "right, where's the peak?"