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"My assistant is your fan. Mmm, that's what the internet calls her. In other words, both mother and son are your fans."

Teng Yiyang replied evasively, so as to prevent her from exploding and chasing him out.

So that's how it is. Ning nodded. Wait …

"How do you know?"

"I still remember a picture of you that your fan posted, and she showed it to me," He thought of that day and looked at her with a assured smile, "Although it was just a vague view of her back, I recognized it with a single glance. As long as it was you, no matter if it was your hand or your silhouette, I would never be wrong to recognize you."

Ji An was stunned. He inadvertently met Ji Ning's gaze, and his face sank. The end of his gaze flashed with light, and his deep feelings of love were unable to be dispelled.

She immediately looked away.

It seemed as if he had been painting for a long time just now. His vision had blurred, and even his vision had become blurred.

Otherwise, how could she see such deep love in the eyes of the Demon King of Confusion?

Everything was an illusion.

"So you still investigated me!"

If he hadn't happened to meet her at the bar, he wouldn't have gone to find her and stop her with the anime.

She almost bit her lip.

"It's not like you're going to contact me, so I can only come up with this plan."

"You make it sound so grandiose, I don't like it here …"

Teng Yi Yang coughed lightly. Holding the cup of water in his hand, he immediately turned around and walked towards Sleeping Treasure. "I'm going to take a look at Sleeping Treasure."

Ji Anan stared at his back, unable to vent any of his anger.

If looks could kill, he would have been killed hundreds of times by her.

Fortunately, he was able to escape quickly, otherwise he would have been kicked out by now.

Ji Anan no longer had the mood to continue drawing. He placed the drawing board to the side.

It just so happened that Little Chen had called to say that her child had had some business at the kindergarten and needed to be taken away for two hours.

She looked at the time. It was almost noon, so she asked her to take care of things and come back in the afternoon.

It was all for the sake of being a mother, to be able to understand how to take care of a child.

In the midst of Little Chen's gratitude, she hung up the phone.

Since Little Chen was not here at noon, she would have to settle the lunch by herself.

She remembered that there were still enough dishes in the fridge for her and Sleeping Treasure to eat.

Teng Yi Yang was accompanying his son. When he heard the noises coming from the kitchen, he became somewhat excited.

"Uncle, Mommy is cooking. The food she cooks is delicious."

She stayed in the kitchen at this hour.

He obediently did not disturb her and instead accompanied her to speak.

Teng Yiyang subconsciously asked, "Mommy also cooked for you all these years?"

He really wanted to know more about this mother and son pair. The information on the paper was extremely sparse, and he was completely unable to perceive their lives through those cold and emotionless eyes.

Now, for example, sit on the floor and play with your son.

This was a scene he had never experienced before in his life.

Before this, if someone were to ask him, he would probably sneer at them. How could he, Teng Yiyang, lower his status and accompany this little radish?

But now, only by being within it would one be able to understand the subtleties of it.

With a child like this quietly accompanying him, even if he didn't do anything, quietly watching, his heart would still be content and happy.

However, he was very afraid. This was just a dream, a dream come to nothing.

Sleeping treasure immersed in dung accompanied by his joy, every question answered.

"I still don't know what happened in the past, but second uncle said that Mommy suffered a lot when she gave birth to me. Basically, she spent a year in bed."

"When Sleeping Treasure remembers, Mommy will be healthy again."

"As long as Mommy has the time, she will cook for Sleeping Bao. Even second uncle is very envious of her!"

"Because Mommy is usually so lazy."

Nightbreak Trickster said with a smug smile.

He was the person Mommy loved the most!

Teng Yi Yang listened attentively to his son's every word.

His throat was slightly sore.

He had seen the information his grandfather had given him. It mentioned that she was born prematurely, and it had been difficult for her to keep the treasure.

However, with Bessany's help, the amount of information that could be found was limited.

Now, even if he only exposed his bare limbs, his heart couldn't help but ache.

It was heartache.

He looked across the living room at the busy figure.

His eyes were filled with pity and regret.

"Uncle, why is your eyes red? Is it the sand blowing into my eyes? " Sleeping Treasure tilted his head and asked in puzzlement.

Teng Yi Yang nodded and realized that something was wrong with his son's words, "What do you mean by 'also'? Who told you that? "

"It's Mommy. It seems that every time I see Uncle, Mommy's eyes will be blown by the sand."

As he spoke, his words were unintentional and the listeners seemed to have intentions.

Teng Yiyang clenched his fists. It turned out that she wasn't completely oblivious to his presence. She said that she had forgotten about him, but in reality, she hadn't.

Then he still had a chance.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

Nightbreak Trickster also stood up when he saw the person who had stood up.

Teng Yiyang gently patted his head. "Uncle is looking for Mommy to talk. I'll accompany you in a while."

Nightbreak Trickster nodded his head heavily, then sat back down. "Alright."

The sweet and sour fish had already been prepared in the pot. Ji An had just torn up the package and was thinking of cooking it later. The two of them should be more than enough after lunch.

Just as she bent down to take some garlic from her basket and was about to flay it, her eyes caught a glimpse of someone walking towards her.

She turned around warily. "What are you doing here again?"

Teng Yi Yang had never seen her react this way. He put his hand to his lips, and with an unnatural expression, he said, "Let me see what can I help you with."

Ji An sized him up suspiciously. "You learned culinary arts?"

"Nope."

She rolled her eyes and turned around, skilfully peeling garlic. Then she began to stir-fry, "Then don't bother me."

He was a young master that didn't care about the Yang Spring Water. It was fine that he would help, but he wouldn't help her.

She didn't want him to burn her like in the kitchen of the old house.

"Ji Anan, do you dislike me this much right now?"

He couldn't help but want to go up and hug her, especially when he heard how hard it was for her to sleep, but he stopped himself.

Ji An had already reached the limit of his endurance. If he wasn't outside, he would have used his mouth to threaten her. If she didn't let him in, he would have told Nightbreak Trickster the truth. How could she lure a wolf into the house?

She took a deep breath and ignored him.

Still, he was lying in the kitchen.

Her gaze was like candy, glued to her body.

She couldn't take it anymore and immediately ordered them to leave, "Turn left three steps, turn right again, and leave."

"An An, you're too unkind. How can you be so kind as to kick someone out? I'm going to stay and have lunch."

He had already smelled the scent of fish. He had not eaten her cooking for years, and his fingers were itching. Seeing that the fish had left the pot, she placed the dish on the table and turned around to scoop up the vegetables.

As the sweet and sour taste lingered in his mouth, his heart skipped a beat.

It still smelled like the past.

It was something he had never cherished before, but he had never forgotten the taste that he had experienced in the past few years.

His mind went blank for a moment.

However, at this moment, Ji Anan was determined to send him out.