I am a Good Man

"It's cheap." Ji Yang said matter-of-factly, as if reminiscing, "There is a large field in the backyard of the orphanage where radishes and vegetables are grown. If you can't finish them, they are pickled. They can be eaten for a long time."

Yiyan didn't expect this level.

She had always had no worries about food and clothing in the Yi family. After her parents' accident, she started fighting to get back what belonged to her. Although she was tired, she never worried about food and clothing. Thinking of his high self-esteem, she changed the subject and said, "It takes so long to eat." greasy?"

"This is really not greasy." Ji Yang ate another piece and took a big mouthful of porridge. "I used to eat porridge with eggs occasionally, but the eggs were very salty."

"Why is it salty?" She looked confused.

"Because there are many children and the orphanage has limited funds, we fry a few eggs and add a lot of salt, so everyone only eats a little and eats more porridge." Ji Yang replied.

"I'm sorry." Yi Yan didn't know this.

"You don't need to understand this." Ji Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, but had no reaction.

She didn't know what to say back, so she picked up a small piece of mustard and put it in her mouth.

It’s salty, sweet, and crunchy.

Paired with a mouthful of porridge, it is indeed delicious.

She picked up another piece.

After eating several pieces in a row, she drank most of the porridge in her bowl. At this time, she focused on the reddish radish in front of Ji Yang.

Reaching out to pick it up, she wanted to taste it.

Ji Yang took it away before he could pinch it, "This is a bit spicy, don't irritate your stomach."

In this way, Yi Yan looked down on her, she lowered her face and said with a command in her tone, "Give it to me."

"Early in the morning..."

"Give it to me." She raised her voice.

Ji Yang looked at her slightly sharp look, slowly pushed her over, and asked, "Would you like to take a small piece?"

Yiyan picked up a piece, put it in the porridge, and put it in her mouth.

It's really spicy, crispy, and a little delicious.

She stretched out her hand again.

Ji Yang pulled away.

Yi Yan looked at him, her beautiful eyes were piercing, and she looked majestic even without speaking.

He stared into her eyes, naturally unable to bear it.

"I don't want to say it a second time." Her light words came, and the air pressure around her body dropped by two degrees.

In her sight, Ji Yang was obedient and pushed back. Her eyes slowly changed. She just stretched out her hand, but she watched helplessly as he poured all the dried radishes into her bowl.

He also stirred it twice with a spoon and then pushed it forward.

Yiyan's pupils shrank slightly, her eyes turned cold as she looked at the dried radish mixed with the half bowl of porridge, with a layer of chili oil floating on it.

"This is delicious." He said, scooping up a spoonful and putting it into his mouth.

Yi Yan nodded slightly and slowly took back her chopsticks. Ji Yang stretched out his hands to take back his bowl.

"Snapped."

"hiss."

She turned her chopsticks back and slapped them forward hard. With a sound, Ji Yang grimaced in pain.

He closed his eyes slightly and clenched the back of his hand, with two red marks appearing on it.

"Stop playing tricks on me." Yi Yan spoke calmly, slowly took back her chopsticks, raised her hand holding the spoon, and continued to drink porridge.

"How dare I?" Ji Yang quickly rubbed the back of his hand that was hit by her, "It's getting more and more violent."

Yiyan snorted and ate another piece of pickled mustard.

After eating, she put down the bowl. Ji Yang put away the bowl and chopsticks, poured out the unfinished porridge, and put the pot and bowl in the dishwasher.

Yiyan took the tablet, sat on the sofa and started reading documents.

When employees take vacations, she usually doesn't take vacations.

There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, and she can be busy for three hundred and sixty-four. The remaining day is the death anniversary of Yi Mu. She will go to the cemetery to sit alone, and then come back to meet Yi Changyuan and sit beside him in a daze.

While looking at the document, a glass of warm water appeared in front of her.

Yi Yan raised her eyebrows and looked at Ji Yang, who stretched forward again and said, "Drink some."

She took it, took two sips and put it aside. She put the tablet on her lap and looked up at him, "Aren't you leaving?"

"I told you to adapt in advance." Ji Yang sat down, turned sideways, and pushed back her hanging hair.

Quite seriously.

"Can't you think of a way to save it?" Her eyes fell on the tablet again, her hand still tapping.

Since Ji Yang didn't like her interfering and was afraid that others would know about their relationship, why would she join in the fun?

She wanted to see how long this little wild cat could last.

I still haven't been taught a lesson by the entertainment industry, and I'm a little dishonest.

"Wait," he said.

Yiyan frowned, glanced at him, and then looked at the tablet again, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone, "Then just wait."

See what can be expected.

I'm afraid that if I can't last two days, I will take the initiative to talk to her.

She didn't care that others would find out, but Ji Yang had a very strong self-esteem.

Ji Yang sat on the side without disturbing her.

He also went to get a book from the bookshelf in the back, flipped through it and read it slowly.

I could watch it for hours.

Yiyan peeked at him with her peripheral vision, quite fascinated.

Ji Yang revealed an indescribable charm when he was concentrating. He pursed his thin lips and flipped through the paper with his well-jointed hands.

Neither of them spoke, and there was a feeling that time had passed quietly.

A ringtone brought her back from her thoughts. A flash of panic flashed in Yiyan's eyes. When she saw him looking over, she suddenly frowned.

Became unhappy.

Ji Yang apologized, quickly picked up his phone and walked quickly to the balcony.

And closed the door.

Yiyan stopped looking at the document and listened with her ears straightened.

"If the director wants to cancel it, cancel it." His low voice came in, and he was a little helpless, "I can't help it."

"There's nothing I can do about breaking the contract."

"Weige." He sighed and leaned against the wall, his tone seemed a little low, "This is really impossible."