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She giggled and said, "I was just joking, don't mind me." "I'm hanging up. I'm going to work."

"Acknowledged …"

She quietly put down the phone. It seemed like the headlines had already spread across the entire city. Her classmates had probably already spread it all.

As she imagined the people talking amongst themselves, Yinyin's body lost all strength. She was not the modern version of Cinderella, she was just an ugly duckling that hid from the world.

Bored, he pressed the remote control and now the news came out: Yesterday evening, the city's most valuable diamond bachelor, Mr. Cohen, officially announced his fiancée to the world in the Warm Park.

"Peng!" The door closed.

There was this news everywhere. It seemed that she had become the person who made the news today.

Lying in bed gloomily looking at the ceiling, counting the sheep one by one, it was better to sleep.

One moment it was a sheep, the next it was the scene of Young Master Ke carrying her to a BMW on TV. How could it be like this? He must have schemed against her.

She had spent the entire morning in her reverie, taking an afternoon nap. She definitely had to fall asleep, or else her head would explode.

Faintly, she gradually entered her dreamland. Last night, she had slept too late.

In the hazy, a bell ring, reflexively picked up the phone, listening to the beep, but where there is a phone, it must be her illusion.

Ring, ring, continue.

It was the doorbell.

Is Auntie not here? Why didn't you open the door?

He hopped to the door and looked through the mirror. It was a stranger.

"Miss, may I ask if you are Miss Nuan Yinyin?"

"Yes, I am."

"I am the delivery man for Heartbridge Bookstore. Please open the door and sign for some books."

Bookstore?

"Sorry, I didn't order any books from your store."

"Oh, it was ordered by a gentleman who sent us here."

He opened the door with some doubts, "May I ask which mister is this?"

"I apologize, but the gentleman did not give his name. "Now, may I trouble Miss Hu to sign your name on the signature slip?"

He received the signature slip and casually signed it: Ruan Yinyin.

"Thank you."

Stupid, he carried a large stack of books to the sofa, opened the package and opened it. Many books, from ancient to modern, there were all kinds of books. There were sentimental books, reasoning books, martial arts books, and even comic books.

He casually flipped open the cover of a book and looked down. The signature 'YF' was extremely beautiful. Who did this represent?

He carefully searched his memory for familiar names, before spelling out the alphabet.

Merlot, no.

Hui Zhen, no.

Yufan, YF, it must be him.

He knew she had a sprained foot, but how could he find out her address?

In his heart, he thanked him for his efforts, knowing that the books and cartoons would accompany her through her boring time.

There was a touch of emotion at the bottom of his heart, but at that moment when he thought of Hui Zhen, there was a trace of unease. Yu Fan and Hui Zhen, that was a kind of emotional trauma, just like how she felt towards Yu Fan …

The sunlight shone through the glass window into the living room. The inky black hair seemed to be moistened by a faint layer of light; it was beautiful and pleasant.

On the sofa, Yinyin flipped through a random comic book she had picked up.

Fine drawing skills, vivid expression, attractive storyline. In a great battle between genders, emotions took the upper hand. Suspicion, adoration, and an incredible scene deeply moved Yinyin.

When the images in the book began to fade away, she realized that it was already dusk. Night was slowly approaching.

What is love? It was a special and persistent emotion. That kind of wholehearted commitment could not tolerate even the tiniest blemish.

So she chose the ostrich and chose to escape.

Silently leaning on the sofa, regardless of the passing time, a tear slowly flowed out from the corner of his eye, sparkling and translucent.

Finally, her stomach became empty. Only then did she remember that her aunt had said that she had an urgent matter at home, so she had to take a day off.

On her days alone, unless she was with her classmates, she didn't even have the appetite to eat.

He saved himself a meal, poured himself a glass of water and drank it quietly.

Weiwei had sent him to the kindergarten early in the morning, so she didn't have to worry about him.

Thus, in the darkness, she stared blankly at her world and continued her loneliness. After a long time, she finally fell asleep on the back of the sofa.

In the midst of the haze, a pair of arms hugged her tightly. It was warm and powerful as they tightly pressed against that cozy port, all the way until they reached that soft bed.

Her light sleep, no matter how gentle it was, could no longer let her sleep peacefully.

When she opened her eyes, she could see Satan's angular features through the half-lit walls of the living room.

Her long eyelashes flickered as a trace of nervousness flowed through her heart.

Little Red Riding Hood's voice echoed in the cold space, "You, get out." She panicked and felt helpless, so her choice was to ask him to leave.

At the same time, his stomach growled in frustration.

He stopped in his tracks. "Have you eaten dinner?"

"Ugh …"

"No …." "I didn't eat …" His stomach had told him the truth.

With a slight frown, the charming and evil figure quickly left the room.

Thus, the silence ceased, and a symphony of pots and pans began to crackle in the kitchen.

Slowly, the fragrance of oil and meat mixed together with the fragrance of noodles entered her nose selflessly.

I'm so hungry, I'm so looking forward to it.

Finally, Satan's face appeared in front of her once more, and he carried her to the dining hall.

"Eat the noodles."

"Thank you." For the first time, her gratitude to him was genuine.

"Call me the next time you have nothing to eat."

"…" She didn't have his phone number.

"Oh, I didn't give it to you, did I? I'll write it to you now." He got up and wrote a series of numbers in the study, placing them in front of her, "You have to call."

"Oh." Head down and kiss, she was really hungry, and his noodle skills were really good.

Seeing that she was eating so happily, he couldn't help but scoop a bowl for himself as well. He took the chopsticks and gouged out a large lump of food, stuffing it into his mouth before chewing, "Not bad, it's delicious, right?"

"Delicious." Although he seemed to have the intention of selling off his wife, he could not speak without a conscience. The noodles he cooked were truly very tasty.

"Then eat more. I've cooked quite a bit. There's only meat and vegetables left in the fridge, otherwise the Oyster Pancakes would have been much more fragrant. "

It was impossible to tell that he had good culinary skills. Compared to his playboy appearance, he was completely different.

"That's good enough. Thank you so much."

"Tomorrow, bring Weiwei back to accompany you every day. It's not like that kid has a choice, even if he keeps taking care of her."

"Oh …" She didn't want him to get involved with her own matters, so she would muddle along until she had a stable income.