As the words fell, the air around them fell silent.

The next second, Wei Zhan suddenly started coughing violently, and his cold face turned red because of the coughing.

Yan Zhiyu hurriedly ran forward, wanting to comfort Lu Zhan.

"Zhan, are you okay? Why are you coughing so hard? Are you sick, or did you bite yourself with your own saliva?"

"Oh, I was just joking! After all, you are the one who controls the Lai family! The Lai family is much more powerful than the Yan family. What can you use me for?"

However, Lu Zhan dodged her move and suppressed a cough, "I'm fine."

Looking at her hand suspended in mid-air, Yan Zhiyu was a little stunned.

He Zhan never resisted her physical contact, why did he seem to be avoiding her on purpose today? Was it her illusion?

"The question just now..."

The voice beside her ear brought Yan Zhiyu back to her senses and she looked up at the man in front of her.

From an angle she couldn't see, the joints of the hand of Li Zhan, which was holding the homemade Buddhist beads, turned white due to the force, and blue veins bulged on the back of his hand, looking like winding little snakes.

After thinking for a while with her head tilted, Yan Zhiyu said, "If it's not for the purpose of hurting me, then I don't think it matters."

How do we define the word "purpose"?

For example, she was kind to the Yan family when she first came here, which was also another purpose. Because when she read the original novel, she liked and sympathized with the Yan family, and she wanted to see a different ending for them.

But later, her feelings towards the Yan family slowly changed.

She no longer looked at them as novelists, but really regarded them as her own family...

When Yan Zhiyu came to her senses, she realized that the man opposite her had not spoken for a long time.

"Zhan, you asked me to come here today and ask me this question. Do you want to discuss life philosophy with me? But I'm not good at this kind of thing. I think Uncle Wang should know more than me."

Having experienced the end of the world, for her, having enough food and drink is often a great happiness.

As for other things, just follow your heart.

Ruzhan closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to have made a decision: "Yan Zhiyu, I——"

Before he could finish his words, a loud noise suddenly exploded in his ears!

What's that sound?

Zhu Zhan instantly became alert, with his hand on a button hidden in the wheelchair. When he looked up to observe the surrounding environment, he saw Yan Zhiyu's embarrassed and erratic eyes.

"Well... ahem... I feel a little hungry."

藺展: “…”

A moment later, he rubbed his forehead helplessly and said, "Uncle Wang has already prepared the food."

Hearing this, Yan Zhiyu instantly became happy.

Great! It's food!

The family is so amazing, the food must be delicious! She is in for a treat today!

She was about to push Lu Zhan to go with her, but Lu Zhan said, "You go first, I'll be there soon."

Looking at the back that left happily, he was silent for a moment and let out a breath.

Now, every time I see those clear deer eyes, I feel guilty. I don't even deliberately create opportunities to have physical contact with Yan Zhiyu like I did at the beginning.

This was obviously the reason why I approached Yan Zhiyu in the first place.

Especially last time, Yan Zhiyu expressed her sincere gratitude to me because of the incident in Mileken, which made this sense of guilt reach its peak.

Although Yan Zhiyu just said it didn't matter, I'm not sure how she would react if she really knew that I had been using her all along.

Well, there is still a lot of time in the future...

Li Zhan maneuvered his wheelchair and headed towards the restaurant.

......

Just as Yan Zhiyu had imagined, the food at the Lu family was indeed delicious. After returning to the Yan family, she lingered on the taste for several days.

But in comparison, she still prefers the food at the Yan family.

In addition to being delicious, it also has the warm taste of home.

After breakfast that day, Yan Zhiyu slumped in the chair, patting her round belly with one hand and stroking Ha Xiaoyong who jumped onto her legs with the other hand, enjoying the close time with the little cat.

Perhaps over time, Ha Xiaoyong's true nature gradually revealed itself. The enthusiastic little cat who was always affectionate to her at the beginning has now become indifferent to everyone except Yan Zhiyu.

It perfectly illustrates the cat rule of "five minutes of pretense, five minutes of glory and wealth".

In this regard, others are very jealous.

They tried every way to please Ha Xiaoyong, but to no avail. Even if Yan Zhiyu did nothing, Ha Xiaoyong would still "purr" at her all day long and use his little cat head to be affectionate with her.

Yan Zhiyu is very proud and complacent.

After all, this was the kitten she picked up!

Just as she was happily playing with the cat, a shadow suddenly loomed before her eyes.

Yan Yihuan was trying hard to squeeze his eyes at her.

"Third brother, what's wrong with your eyes? Are you sick? Do you need to see a doctor--"

Halfway through her speech, Yan Zhiyu suddenly reacted.

Wow, I almost forgot about this!

She looked in the direction Yan Yihuan was looking, and saw Yan Fangwei sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. Then she stood up, sat next to Yan Fangwei, and tugged at her sleeve.

"elder sister......"