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When the two of them arrived outside the store, the Lady Boss stood inside and greeted them.

This was a rather delicate store. Even though there were many people making noise, it was cleanly tidied up.

It was strange to see anything, and she stood by the door, staring in surprise at the occasional traffic and crowds on the road. With her ancient mind, she really couldn't think of anything that could run so fast. One moment it was right in front of you, the next it was across a street, and it disappeared without a trace.

"What are you looking at, go in — —" Yang Dong grabbed her, pushed her shoulders with his hands, and brought her into the shop.

Zhong Qing looked back and saw that the door had automatically closed. She was stunned again.

Yang Ke reached out his hand and forcefully turned her head, not allowing her to look around any longer, he directly went inside and sat at a table against the wall.

Because the store only sold breakfast, the private room was empty. There was only a table left to support the customers, so he decided to order some dishes.

Yang pulled out a tissue in disgust, wiped the stool in front of him, and let the Lady Boss wipe the table again before carefully sitting down.

"Oh ~ ~ ~" Zhong Qing followed his example and took out two tissues, wiped them on the chair and then sat down, trembling.

"I don't know what you like to eat, but I'll order some of each. You can try them one by one. "Then next time, you can come by yourself and tell the Lady Boss what you want to eat." Yang Dong thought that he had arranged breakfast very carefully, but to Zhong Qing, he obviously wanted to let it go so he could ignore her even more in the future.

However, at her age, she could take care of herself and didn't need others to take care of her.

Eggs, millet porridge, steamed buns, fresh milk, golden bread slices, chicken wings, cheese slices, jam toast, nutritional sandwiches … Everything.

Originally, the breakfast in this store wasn't as bountiful. It was just that after Yang Ke spent a bit of money, the Lady Boss helped her buy some famous breakfast for her to choose from.

All kinds of breakfast were placed in front of her. Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, Yang Qing couldn't help but urge, "Let's start with the chopsticks."

He slowly picked up the chopsticks and glanced at the food in front of him. He didn't know which one he should eat first.

Looking around, he saw a familiar... Steamed Bun!

She had eaten this before in ancient times, so she was no stranger to it. Zhong Qing happily picked up a Soup Dumplings and squeezed them with her chopsticks. Sure enough, the soup came out from inside, just like the one she had eaten before.

After being here for so long, she finally found something familiar. The nose that she loved was inexplicably sore. He sniffed and ignored the discomfort in his heart. After blowing on it, he hurriedly started eating.

They were shaped like one another, and they also smelled like … It was the meat inside, not the smell of the ancient meat. This little bit was automatically ignored by her.

"Hey, hey, hey ~ Why don't you switch to another dish? You only eat steamed buns this morning?" Yang tapped his chopsticks on the plate in front of her, wondering. Was this little bun really that delicious? Look at how she ate!

Before she could even blow twice, she stuffed it into her mouth and waved her small hands while crying out for heat. It was such a pity that she was so hungry today! Yang Ke swallowed his saliva.

"Ai ~ slow down and eat, don't burn it ~ Seriously, she's so beautiful and her demeanor is also refined. Why does she look like a beggar who hasn't eaten in a few days?"

Zhong Qing didn't answer him. Her long hair drooped down, covering her reddened eyes. As he ate the Soup Dumplings, he tried his best to suppress his tears.

On the way back, Zhong Qing didn't say anything and just followed behind Yang Ke in silence.

Yang brought her home, then drove to the office, leaving her alone in the mansion.

She put the bag of steamed buns she had brought back into the refrigerator, which Yang had told her about. She said that as long as she put the steamed buns inside, it would keep them fresh and not rot easily. It sounds like it is comparable to the ancient ice chambers.

After trying it out, he still felt that the refrigerator was very convenient and practical. The only problem was that the refrigerator was limited in size, so she couldn't store a lot of things. Fortunately, she didn't have anything big to put in the fridge.

After tidying everything up, Li Qing walked around the house doing nothing, always remembering Yang's words: Don't touch what you should, and don't touch what you shouldn't.

His hands were either in his pockets or his back was behind him. Other than a few chairs and a few tables, he didn't touch anything else.

After spending half a day to finish looking through the house, it was already afternoon and there was nothing much to do. Fortunately, he was used to staying in girls' chambers in the ancient times. He wouldn't step outside the door even if he wanted to. He had been like this for more than ten years, and one or two days was nothing.

Embroidery? There was no embroidery rack here, nor was there any embroidery thread. It was impossible to embroider flowers here.

Playing the zither? This big house had a strange, almost musical instrument, with six strings. The strings of the zither were seven strings. According to his imagination, this should also be a musical instrument that could be used to send out music.

Love wanted to try, but remembered that Yang said not to touch his things, so he hesitated.

He wanted to practice his calligraphy, but he found that her husband was really not fond of learning. He searched the entire room but didn't find a single brush. He didn't see any ink or ink at all.

Zhong Qing suddenly realized that it was as if she had been completely isolated when she came here. There were no relatives, no friends, no familiar living environment. He couldn't even have a hobby right now.

She took out a stool and went to the garden she passed through during the day. The sun was too hot, so she found a shady place to sit. After sitting for a long time, she felt that it would be better to just lie down and rest. Thus, many times, she went back into the house, picked up a few chairs, put them together, and laid them down …

Although it was very disgraceful and did not seem like something a girl would do, there was no swing here, no soft couch, and no one else was around, so there was no need to be afraid of such things.

Lying in front of the house under the big tree, sniffing the fragrance of the flowers in the yard, watching the clouds pass by, she unknowingly slowly fell asleep.

The sun had set, and the night had begun to fall.

The evening breeze brought with it a few wisps of cold. Zhong Qing sneezed and sat up. "Is it getting dark so soon?"

Looking at the garage, she had noticed that every time he came back and got out of the "car," as he called it, he left it there. He said it was called a garage. The garage was empty, and there was no sound of the car coming back. Yang had not yet returned.

It should have occurred to him that Yang was a man who did not return at night. He would not return until the next morning. Even if he came back, he would take a shower and change his clothes before immediately leaving for a place called "company". He didn't know how charming that place was. He went there every day.

Zhong Qing tilted her head as she thought about it. Could it be that the "company" that her husband spoke of was their "brothel"? But, didn't brothels always go at night? Why would they go there during the day?