Chapter 11

Ye Miaomiao forced himself to accept it because he had no other choice and closed his eyes tightly.

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It was three o'clock in the morning when ye Miaomiao woke up. She felt very tired and hungry.

Just want to get up, but found that someone's arm around the waist tightened, she looked back, that piece of evil face.

Long with a pair of frigid appearance, did not expect such a strong desire.

She knew that Tan Yihan didn't sleep. She said in a weak voice like a kitten, "I'm hungry."

"Get up."

Tan Yihan loosened her waist, and then he got up too. He picked up the black silk robe and put it on him.

Her face was dull, with some messy long hair, and the dense kiss marks. She put on her pajamas and got up.

"Come here."

Ye Miaomiao walked behind him and followed him all the way to the kitchen of the castle villa.

To tell you the truth, if she hadn't followed Tan Yihan, she would have lost her way here.

"What would you like to eat?" Tan Yihan asked her.

Ye Miaomiao was stunned. What did he do? It can't be true?

"Are you going to cook for me?" She didn't believe that the four little tans could cook. It was incredible.

Talk about Yi cold facial expressionless ground sees to her, voice is cold: "otherwise?"

Or let the ghost do it!

She doesn't believe that what Tan Yihan makes can be eaten.

"Do you have instant noodles? Just cook a packet of instant noodles. It's just a little bit hungry. I'm too active." Ye Miaomiao walked to him with a smile, like a clever cat.

"Well." Talk about Yihan should a, and then help her cook instant noodles.

Ye Miaomiao stands beside him and looks at him. When he is not careful, his eyes float to someone's face. His appearance is really evil, but I heard that his temper is also cruel.

She hoped that she would not see his cruel side.

This man's words are few, and he doesn't like to laugh. The whole person, like death living in the dark world, always gives people a sense of oppression.

"Is it good?" Talk about Yi cold side cook noodles, side cold voice asks a way.

Ye Miaomiao then came back to himself: "ah?"

Tan Yihan: "I won't be romantic, so don't count on it."

Wow, so many words in one breath.

Ye Miaomiao shook his head: "it doesn't matter, four little you are very good, look so handsome, more effective than romantic."

For others, of course, the mouth must be a little sweet, otherwise the brutality of his temper to call out how to do.

She had heard about Yi Han's cruelty. It was said that there were many lives in his hands, and his death was miserable.

Tan Yihan didn't speak and continued to cook noodles.

If he doesn't speak, that's the best effect.

After the noodles came out, his gloomy and terrible voice rang again: "where did song Junze touch you?"

The face Ye Miaomiao just picked up almost scalded his mouth. How to say?

"Hand in hand? Pro forehead? Do these count? However, he is far worse than you. He is not as handsome as you. His strength is not as strong as you. His educational background is not as good as you. His IQ is not as good as you. His height is not as good as you. I don't feel that much. It's mainly because my father wants the Song family to invest that he wants me to make friends with him. "

Ye Miaomiao even admired her wit, because she didn't dare to provoke this man. She didn't want to die.

In the restaurant, you can hear the sound of a needle falling on the ground. Ye Miaomiao dare not eat noodles.

Suddenly, Tan Yihan gave a sneer, full of disdain and irony.