Jiang Tian was puzzled, but still gave a friendly smile: "I made you some porridge, drink it while it's hot."
In the past, Zhou Yancheng would have always kept his distance.
At this moment, he was completely exhausted, both mentally and physically.
Why can't he accept the porridge made for him by the culprit who let him sleep for less than three hours yesterday?
Zhou Yancheng drank the porridge without hesitation, and even ate two more fried dough sticks.
Jiang Tian couldn't help but praise him: "Finally, you've stopped throwing tantrums. You even have to argue with me about breakfast. Tell me, what are you after?"
Him? Throwing a little tantrum?
Zhou Yancheng, who was always praised for his maturity and composure, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
After watching him finish taking his medicine, Jiang Tian asked him, "So what do you want to do today? I can keep you company."
Zhou Yancheng had nothing to do; the net he had laid was under construction, and he only needed to wait quietly for time to pass.
He looked at Jiang Tian: "What do you usually do at home?"
"Of course it's work; if you don't work, you won't eat."
Zhou Yancheng became interested; he remembered that Jiang Tian had mentioned that she was an illustrator.
"Then you should focus on your work and don't worry about me. I'll read for a while and then take a break."
Seeing that he was in good spirits, Jiang Tian nodded and said, "Then you must call me if you need anything."
"Um."
After tidying up the table, Jiang Tian casually tied her hair into a ponytail, changed into an oversized T-shirt, and sat cross-legged at her computer desk to start working.
Zhou Yancheng wanted to read, but he couldn't concentrate at all.
From his angle, you can see Jiang Tian's serious profile.
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