Yun Jiao moved quickly and quickly brought a bowl of egg and scallion noodles. There was no chili in the noodles and it was very light but fragrant.

Ling Che took a bite and hissed.

"What's wrong?" Yun Jiao asked hurriedly.

He frowned, "Hot."

"Let me blow on it." She moved the bowl over, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, blew on them, put them back, stirred them, and blew away the steaming hot air.

When it’s almost done, give it to him.

"And now?"

The edge of the bowl had become much warmer. He held the chopsticks, picked up a handful of noodles, and put it in his mouth. He saw Yun Jiao looking at him, and somehow he felt uncomfortable.

He grew up in an extremely disharmonious family.

My father doesn't love my mother, so she is depressed.

His father asked him to study, but he rebelled. He believed that his father had betrayed his mother for another woman, which led to his misfortune. He escaped from his father's control and went into business with his mother.

He ran to Lanzhou City.

From childhood to adulthood, I have never known what warmth is, but for the first time I feel what a beautiful word "the years are quiet and good" is.

"What's wrong?" Yun Jiao saw that he didn't move, and asked with a smile, "If it doesn't taste good, I'll ask the kitchen to cook some porridge?"

He held the egg noodles tightly in his mouth and swallowed them with a bad taste, his throat choking a little:

"tasty……"

"Then why do you look so bitter?"

"My wound hurts."

"Is it bleeding again? Let me take a look first." She hurriedly took the medicine box, uncovered the gauze on his shoulder, saw blood seeping out, sprinkled some hemostatic powder, and then wrapped it up.

Afraid that he would feel pain, she lowered her head and blew gently.

The cool wind fell on his shoulders, causing his body to stiffen for a moment. An unprecedented feeling surged into his heart, and he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He clenched his chopsticks and asked in a deep voice: "Are you so nice to everyone?"

"Hmm?" Yun Jiao raised her head in confusion, then shook her head, "Except my mother and Uncle Jing."

"Except Yang Wei?" he asked.

Yun Jiao paused slightly. Between her and Yang Wei, it was Yang Wei who depended on her and obeyed her. It was basically Yang Wei who took care of her.

"I'm good to you." She didn't answer his question, "Ling Yunche, I think you're too lonely. You may need someone to talk to. As long as you don't hurt me, I'll stay with you."

Ling Che's pupils shrank slightly.

He is so lonely...

Even an outsider could see his fragility, but his parents never cared about him. How ironic is that?

At the same time, he was grateful and somewhat greedy for this warmth.

"Is everything you said true?" He looked at her expectantly and cautiously.

For those who have never seen the sun, the warmth and attachment they feel when they first see the sun seem so precious and joyful.

Yun Jiao nodded.

She smiled slightly, and he felt inexplicably happy, as if he had forgotten the pain and humiliation of the sword.

"Let's sleep together tonight?" He added, "If you're not used to it, that's fine. I'll go to another yard."

Before, he gave orders directly and forcefully.

Now, it has become much more tactful.

Yun Jiao smiled: "Okay."

These two words made him feel extremely satisfied and happy like never before. He clenched his chopsticks tightly and finished the whole bowl of noodles in one breath.

Yun Jiao found a way to get along with him and treated him sincerely.

However, her innocent smile concealed a deep and strange color.

That day, she heard his guards outside the study say: The iron shipped to the Western Regions...