...This car followed them like that, did they really think he didn't notice?

A car as stylish as the Land Rover definitely couldn't be a kidnapping, after thinking about it, only Feng Yangao could do such a thing.

Qi Yan couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect Feng Yangao to have such a cute side?

Wen Ruo was walking here, feeling sullen, she didn't expect Qi Yan to clarify his relationship with her just now... Didn't he like her and want to protect her? And that group of men were the same, they had to dig deep into her, she was so embarrassed... Qi Yan didn't even come to comfort her along the way, how could he do this!

Thinking of this, Wen Ruo couldn't help but get even angrier, she wanted to go back to find Qi Yan to ask him clearly, but she found Qi Yan standing on the street, dazed and not moving.

"Hey Qi Yan!" Wen Ruo called out, walked over, and asked in a bad tone: "What are you looking at?"

Qi Yan, who was called back to his senses, blinked and said lightly: "Nothing."

Seeing him so nonchalant, Wen Ruo became even angrier: "Why did you just--"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Wen Ruo paused. What should I say? Ask why to clarify our relationship? Wouldn't such words make me seem like I'm a loser and don't have any face at all...

Thinking of this, Wen Ruo was not worth suppressing all her resentment in her stomach, glared at Qi Yan coquettishly, and then walked towards home angrily.

[Hermine's favorability towards Qi Yan -10, current favorability: 35]

Qi Yan looked at her from behind, and he didn't know how much he wanted to laugh. When he came to Wen Ruo's place, why did he feel that he was a rich and wealthy scoundrel, while she was a good woman who tried her best to protect her?

Obviously, at the beginning, the one who looked down on Qi Yan the most was you, Wen Ruo.

Qi Yan had a sarcastic arc on his lips, and glanced at the Land Rover that kept a distance from him, and ignored it and followed Wen Ruo's footsteps.

[The male protagonist's favorability towards Qi Yan +5, current favorability: 15]

This favorability is really dropping fast and rising slowly.

When he arrived at Wen Ruo's house, the door was not closed. Fortunately, Wen Ruo did not close the door out of anger, otherwise if Wen Ruo went to pick him up and the two did not come back together, he would have to knock on the door to go in. If Wen's mother asked about it, something embarrassing might happen.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of cooking. Mother Wen's cooking skills have always been good. As an orphan, Qi Yan has been familiar with this smell since he was a child. Because apart from the food in the orphanage, only here can he eat freely.

"It smells so good." Qi Yan smiled and changed his shoes and walked into the kitchen. Wen Ruo was helping Mother Wen wash vegetables. When she saw him come back, she snorted coldly and said nothing. On the contrary, Mother Wen smiled and kindly asked him to go out: "Go to the living room and wait. There is a lot of oil smoke in the kitchen. Don't let your nice suit smell of oil smoke. That would be embarrassing!"

Qi Yan squinted and smiled, saying: "Cook less. The three of us can't eat much. Don't tire yourself out."

"Oh, of course I know. Go out quickly, otherwise your colleagues will smell the oil smoke on you at work tomorrow!" Mother Wen patted him lightly with her free hand and rushed him to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, feeling the oil smoke from the kitchen, the range hood seemed to be old, and the smoke was not so thoroughly extracted. Even so, the strong smell of home shrouded in the small house also made Qi Yan feel endless warmth.

The original owner's feelings are still there, grafted onto Qi Yan's body. Qi Yan has experienced a lot of that bitter taste.