You Mingxu felt itchy on his face while half asleep and half awake, as if there was wind blowing, with a familiar smell of mint toothpaste.
She shuddered and opened her eyes, only to see an extremely large and handsome face leaning in front of her.
You Mingxu was about to have a meltdown!
Yin Feng, a 29-year-old man who was about 1.80 meters tall, actually moved a small stool and sat on the head of her bed. He had a huge smile on his face, blinked his big eyes, and pursed his mouth, blowing air on her face.
You Mingxu glanced behind him with a very gloomy expression. The bedroom door was open. There was no doubt that he had unlocked it again. This once famous writer seems to be good at picking all locks. What kind of weird person is he?
"Get out!"
The door slammed shut with a bang. Yin Feng stood at the door, touched his nose, and held a small stool in his hand. He didn't understand why You Mingxu didn't like him waking him up. After thinking about it, he understood and smiled.
Little lazy pig. He shouted in his heart.
You Mingxu, a queen who has been in the world for many years, has no idea that outsiders have come to such a lovely conclusion for herself. She had an irritable face, was neatly dressed in police uniform, opened the door, stepped out and rushed straight to the toilet.
When she came out of the bathroom with clean eyes and a relieved complexion, she saw the breakfast on the table and the person sitting next to her. She also walked over and sat down, asking, "Where did you get the breakfast?"
Yin Feng replied: "Chen Feng sent it."
You Mingxu was not polite. He took a sip of the soy milk and asked while biting the fried dough stick, "Where are the others?"
Yin Feng's expression was a little unnatural. He looked at the table and said, "Wait at the door."
You Mingxu saw it, but said nothing and finished his breakfast in no time. Yin Feng was surprisingly very polite while eating, neither hurried nor slow. You Mingxu recalled the way he wolfed down a sausage in Tibet, and thought that he would eventually become more like his past self.
"Is it time for you to leave?" You Mingxu asked.
Yin Feng's expression suddenly changed and he lowered his head to drink soy milk.
You Mingxu added: "Chen Feng is here too, let's go out together after dinner."
He stood up, his face actually a little red, and looked at the balcony, pretending to be calm: "I think the scenery there is nice, I decided to go and see it."
You Mingxu watched him open the balcony door and walk out. The house where You Mingxu lives is old and is surrounded by high-rise buildings. I don’t know what kind of scenery he is studying among the steel and concrete. You Mingxu was not blind, and he could see him secretly taking out his cell phone and typing.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, the doorbell rang politely.
You Mingxu opened the door expressionlessly. Chen Feng, as an assistant, was still dressed like an elite gentleman, wearing a suit without a tie. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, "Good morning, Miss You. How does breakfast taste? Did Teacher Yin disturb your rest? Can I come in?"
Don't hit a smiling person, and You Mingxu has never been good at arguments, so let him go into the house.
Chen Feng sat down at the table and saw Yin Feng standing on the balcony like a wooden stake. The man's expression remained calm, as if he had not noticed his boss's stupid behavior early in the morning. He said kindly, "Ms. You, you have seen Mr. Yin's situation. I hope you can take him in for a while. When he recovers, he will leave naturally. With his broad mind and wisdom, he will definitely be very grateful for your care in the future."
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