Not long after, she came out and wanted to take the mobile phone under the pillow. Just as she stretched out her hand, a warm big hand grabbed her wrist, pulled her to the bed, and then hugged her slender waist and held her tightly in his arms.

The man rubbed her head. He had just woken up, so his voice was magnetic and pleasant, hitting her eardrums like an electric current: "Awake so early?"

"It's late." Su Xia said limply, "You went to bed late, go back to sleep, I'll make you breakfast."

Lu Jingyao curled his lips: "Qianqian..."

His cool fingertips gently lifted Su Xia's chin, and his eyes could not help but move down to her bright red lips. He whispered, "Brother wants to eat... you."

Su Xia: "!!!"

Her face instantly turned red, and she couldn't help holding her breath. Her pupils shrank, and she stared at Lu Jingyao as if she was frightened. Then she saw the man continue to say lightly: "Cooked food."

Su Xia: "..."

In an instant, I felt like a deflated ball and almost choked on my own saliva.

She nodded vigorously, her eyes darting around, as if trying to hide her guilty conscience, and hurriedly got up from the bed, saying helplessly, "I'll do it right away."

She took a few steps towards the door and coughed lightly: "But my cooking is not delicious..."

This premise must be stated.

Anyway, even she herself didn't want to eat the food she cooked.

The porridge I made when I was recording the wonderful experience some time ago went very smoothly. I hope that today I can perform as well as that time.

Lu Jingyao smiled and said, "It's okay."

He stared at the little girl's red earlobes, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, feeling tingling and a little lazy: "Try it."

Forget it, if it doesn’t taste good, I’ll just order takeout.

Su Xia thought about it and walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen. After a while, she turned back and took out the mobile phone from under the pillow embarrassedly.

This was what she wanted to do in the beginning.

Watching her back disappear in the bedroom, Lu Jingyao sat up, got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, then opened his mobile phone with a calm expression. His eyes fell on a line of words and his expression suddenly paused.

Su Xia went to check out the public opinions on Weibo.

With their private instigation, Chen Yiran's reputation has become so bad that it can't get any worse. Whenever her name appears, there will be a barrage of curses. She lost nearly five million followers on Weibo, and her super topic is filled with black avatars, and a large number of fans have unfollowed her.

Just as she had wished before, she remained firmly at the top of the trending searches, and no one could match her current popularity.

Not only that, the comments under Chen Yiran’s Weibo were overwhelming, and even several major official accounts posted Weibo about this matter. His reputation was completely ruined.

Even Cao Jianfei was implicated by her, and now his position as the president of Jufeng Entertainment is no longer secure.

Su Xia curled her lips coldly.

Once the news that the two of them have killed someone comes out, it will probably cause another wave of sensation on the Internet.

But the next second, Su Xia heard Lu Jingyao's voice.

"Qianqian."

She turned her head and the man met her gaze. His eyes were calm and without any other emotions: "Chen Yiran died in the early morning."

Su Xia's pupils suddenly shrank, and she was a little dazed in disbelief.

"He died after Cao Jianfei gave him sleeping pills."