Yan Yan agreed with every word Fu Yuan'er said, but their situations were really different.

"Yu Sirui has done so many things to harm me, but she still has the ability to shirk responsibility. If Cheng Yiming hadn't connived from the bottom of her heart, how could she have done it?"

Fu Yuan'er thought for a while, "Don't worry, the influence of the Yu family is not small, and sometimes Cheng Yiming can't help it... Hit the snake seven inches, and if you want Yu Sirui to be punished as he deserves, you must get tangible results.

evidence."

Yes, evidence.

Yan Yan nodded silently.

"Miss Yan, dinner is ready." At this time, the housekeeper's voice came.

Because Fu Yuan'er came over, Yan Yan specially asked the housekeeper to steam the crabs that had just arrived in the morning.

"Let's eat crabs first," Fu Yuan'er took Yan Yan's arm, "I'll give Cheng Muying a call when I get home. The evidence will always be found."

"Call Cheng Muying?" Yan Yan's eyes lit up, "Have she and Ji Senzhuo reconciled?"

She heard Fu Yuan'er mention something about Cheng Muying and Ji Senzhuo.

Fu Yuan'er shook her head, "Ji Senzhuo always makes trouble for Cheng Muying, and he will make things difficult for her over the smallest things..."

Yan Yan was surprised.

"Do you still remember those awkward little boys in school?" Fu Yuan'er's face changed. "The way they express their love for little girls is to try their best to tease them."

Yan Yan smiled and said, "Can you tell me something specific?"

Girls all like to hear this kind of gossip.

"To be more specific... you probably have to see it with your own eyes to understand it..."

"Yuan'er." Cheng Zitong's voice suddenly came.

When he arrived at the door, his soft eyes only reflected Fu Yuan'er's figure.

Fu Yuan'er stopped talking to Yan Yan and quickly walked to Cheng Zitong, and their hands naturally held each other's hands.

"Their seafood soy sauce is not the brand you usually eat," Cheng Zitong said in a low voice, "I asked the butler to deliver it here. Please wait half an hour before eating."

Although the voice was small, Yan Yan heard it.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up. She wanted to hear more gossip about Cheng Muying and Ji Senzhuo. The dog food in front of her was enough to make her sick of it.

She was happy for Fu Yuan'er. They say true love is found in the details. If you can care about you to the point of a bowl of soy sauce, you must care to the extreme.

"Can't we eat crabs without your bowl of soy sauce?" Cheng Yiming hummed, with a look of disapproval.

He came out in a wheelchair.

Yan Yan stepped forward and held the pusher of the wheelchair.

"Zitong cares about me, what do you think?" Fu Yuan'er hummed, holding Cheng Zitong's arm and walking inside.

Cheng Yiming glanced at Yan Yan and said, "I don't understand how you can be friends with such a woman."

Yan Yan retorted unceremoniously: "I don't understand why you can't live in harmony with Cheng Zitong."

She pushed him into the dining room.

The table is already filled with sumptuous dishes, mainly seafood.

The housekeeper took the nanny into the restaurant, and the nanny put down a tray with more than a dozen kinds of soy sauce of various brands.

Fu Yuan'er just took a sip of the drink and almost choked.

"Cheng Yiming, don't you think so? You have to let me eat your soy sauce." The desire to win must be too strong.

Yan Yan smiled slightly: "What do you think of other brands?"

Fu Yuan'er took out one of them and poured some into the plate, then asked Yan Yan: "Do you want some?"

Yan Yan shook her head: "I'll just dip it in some vinegar."

If she wants to stay in shape, it's not enough to eat less oil and less salt. She also has to eat less condiments.

But when she saw the housekeeper putting crabs on Cheng Yiming's plate, she immediately turned her eyes: "Cheng Yiming, can you eat crabs?"

His wound hasn't healed yet.

"The doctor said it's okay," the housekeeper replied, "When you're recuperating, you need to have more comprehensive nutrition."

Yan Yan bit her lip and was silent for a moment, "But my mother said that seafood is hairy and not good for wounds."

Then he said: "I asked the nanny to make bonito soup."

"Bottom fish soup is good for wounds," Fu Yuan'er continued, "Mothers who had a caesarean section drink bonito soup."

Well, after saying that, the atmosphere was a bit awkward... Fu Yuan'er suddenly felt that she had said the wrong thing.

The butler broke the embarrassment with a smile, "Young Master has not liked fish soup since he was a child..."

"Bring the fish soup." Cheng Yiming interrupted him.

The housekeeper was slightly stunned and immediately turned around and went to the kitchen.

Yan Yan felt a little sorry, as if she had forced him to drink fish soup, "I think you are tired of drinking other tonic soups these days, so I will give you a change..."

"I have long since corrected my picky eating habits when I was a child." Cheng Yiming disagreed and downplayed it.

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. Although there still seemed to be fog shrouded in fog, she was sure that Yan Yan would not lose.

After seeing off Fu Yuan'er and Cheng Zitong, Yan Yan walked back to the villa alone and headed to the restaurant.

She left her phone on the dining table.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard the housekeeper and nanny talking inside.

"...The young master won't be able to sleep well at night," the nanny said, a little worried. "He reacts strongly to the fishy smell of freshwater fish."

"There won't be any major physical problems," the housekeeper shook his head, "but I might not be happy mentally."

"Miss Yan took matters into her own hands, isn't he happy?"

"If you personally selected a dozen bottles of soy sauce and the other person didn't take a bite, everyone would be unhappy."

The nanny suddenly realized, "Yes, the young master also said that among these dozen kinds, there is always one that suits Miss Yan's appetite."

However, "You can't blame Miss Yan. She has been refusing to eat. Of course she won't need to eat crabs..."

Yan Yan quietly walked up to the second floor, holding the photo found in the utility room in her hand.

She thought about many ways, how to mention this photo to him, how to ask him what he really thought, and now she made a decision.

Just say it directly.

She walked into the bedroom, but Cheng Yiming was nowhere to be seen, but the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom.

Um?!

"Cheng Yiming, are you taking a shower?" She opened the door anxiously. The doctor said that his wounds should not be exposed to water.

When I opened the door, I saw him standing in front of the sink, holding a wet towel in his hand to wipe his body...

The sound of water was just the faucet of the washbasin being turned on.

It wasn't the first time she faced his strong muscles, but seeing him suddenly again, she couldn't help but blush...

"You wash slowly..." She immediately closed the door and tried to retreat.

"I almost got water on the bandage." His voice came from inside.

Yan Yan had no choice but to put the photo in her pocket and said to him through the door: "Can you wear even a pair of underwear?"

"It's your first time to help me take a bath? Why are you so shy!"

Yan Yan was angry: "You were wearing them before."

"Okay, I'm wearing it." He replied.

Yan Yan opened the door suspiciously and poked her head in to take a look. He was standing sideways before, but now he was simply facing the door... He was still not wearing anything at all!

"Cheng Yiming..."

"Okay, now you have not only used it, but also looked at it carefully, so don't mind it." He turned around calmly.

Yan Yan:……

So, was she actually being hypocritical just now?

She came to him, wrung out the wet towel and began to wipe it. She tried her best not to lower her head or think about it, but his breath was so close that it sprayed all over her skin...

Like a ball of fire, her pretty face became redder and redder, and her nose became redder and redder.

Secrete a thin layer of sweat.

"Yan Yan, the wound is itchy." He suddenly spoke, with a hint of depression in his voice.

Hearing the sound, her eyes unconsciously glanced at his lower abdomen. She couldn't tell whether the wound was inflamed or not. The first thing she saw was his erect little brother.

"You..." She should have guessed that he was trying to tease you, "This trick of yours is too old-fashioned, try something new next time!"

She tossed the towel and turned to leave. Cheng Yiming turned around and suddenly pressed her against the sink.
To be continued...