Male God, a Little Su

04 Seeing this, he smiled secretly: [Master host, are you distressed? 】

"Distressed?"

Hearing this, the beautiful girl raised her eyebrows, snorted coldly and lowered her head, "Why should I feel sorry for him, someone made it clear not long ago that he wanted to draw a clear line with me."

【Then what are you doing? ] 04 Rhetorically.

Su Yan moved for a while, and after a long time, she sneered, and answered slowly, "Feed the dog."

04:  …

...

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Qiao Ye just took the stomach medicine, and wrapped himself in the quilt and fell asleep.

Then I heard a knock on the door, which came intermittently.

He sighed and buried his head deeper, ignoring it.

"Tuk tuk, tuk tuk—"

Helpless, the other party persevered, as if he would not give up until the goal was achieved.

Qiao Ye let out a sigh of relief, got out of bed enduring the pain, walked to the door as if sleepwalking, and opened the door.

"What are you—"

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and the door was empty without even a shadow. He was about to turn around when he saw the food box on the ground.

Above is the familiar pink post-it note.

Qiao Ye paused, and finally bent down, picked up the food box, turned around, and closed the door.

[Tonight's cooking is a bit too much, didn't the teacher teach me not to be extravagant? So~ I'll ask the teacher for the leftovers~]

Qiao Ye's eyebrows moved slightly, inexplicably thinking of the Yinxian who sat with him by the lake for more than an hour in the game.

Could it be such a coincidence?

He opened the food box, and on the top was a bowl of fish soup. The soup was boiled to a milky white color, and there were flecks of chopped green onions floating on it, and the rich fragrance came out.

In Qiao Ye's mind flashed those red, aggrieved and pitiful eyes, helplessly holding his forehead.

Is this little girl so good-natured? I was only preached in the afternoon, and I forgot it in a blink of an eye?

Also bring him dinner, does he look like the type that will die if he is not taken care of?

After a tentative sip of the soup, the warm fish soup entered his stomach, which relieved the twitching pain just right.

The little girl's cooking skills are very good, and it is distressing to be sensible.

...

A good night's dream.

Qiao Ye rarely got a good night's sleep. When he woke up, he felt soft all over and his stomach was warm.

He almost forgot that it had been a long time since he felt so relaxed.

"Brother Qiao, are you awake? I made porridge specially for you. Get up and drink a bowl."

In the quiet bedroom, a voice belonging to a woman suddenly sounded, cautiously with a hint of flattery.

However, Qiao Ye's little sleepiness was left behind in an instant, he opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the door with stern eyes.

The woman was dressed in home clothes and had an apron on her face.

It's just that the makeup on the face is so delicate that people don't feel the slightest sense of closeness and home.

"Who let you in?"

His voice was as cold as ice, he rolled over and got out of bed, his eyes swept across Wang Shiyuan's body, without a trace of emotion.

Wang Shiyuan bit her lower lip and took two steps back in fright.

She carefully said, "It's the key that my grandfather gave me. He said that you can't take care of yourself, and you can't even eat when you're busy. I'm afraid you'll have a stomach problem, so that's why I..."

"Where's the key?"

Qiao Ye turned his head and interrupted her explanation.

He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, his dark eyes gleaming with gloom.

This house was found for him by his cousin. It was close to the school and was renovated inside. Qiao Ye didn't have high requirements for the place to live, as long as it was comfortable.

Unexpectedly, the spare key fell into Wang Shiyuan's hands.