Only those closest to you can do this kind of thing.

Yu Yuan explained: "My cleanliness has gotten better, it's not as serious as it started."

This is a lie to the young master.

His cleanliness addiction is still very serious, except for the young master. In his heart, the young master was clean and flawless, like a handful of pure white snow, how could he dislike the young master.

Hearing the male protagonist say that his cleanliness is better, Jiang Chuyan suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

"Master, eat quickly. It should be cold later."

"Thank you husband." Jiang Chuyan's beautiful peach eyes were slightly curved, and the amber eyes were like honey syrup flowing.

Jiang Chuyan was a little curious about the level of the male protagonist's cleanliness.

He poured the orange juice into the glass and took a sip from the glass. The orange juice is cool, and it is soothing to the throat.

After drinking, Jiang Chuyan pushed the orange juice drink he had drunk in front of Yu Yuan, and tentatively invited: "Husband, do you want orange juice?"

Jiang Chuyan smiled brightly and blinked, "It's very sweet."

Seeing the young man's smile, Yu Yuan took the glass.

He lowered his head and took a sip on the place where the boy had just drank, and raised the corners of his lips: "It's really sweet."

Jiang Chuyan couldn't help but be surprised.

It seems that the male protagonist's cleanliness has really recovered completely now, and he can even accept the orange juice he has drunk.

Seeing that the orange juice was about to bottom out, Jiang Chuyan hurriedly stopped: "Husband, leave me some orange juice!"

Seeing that only one-third of the original full glass of orange juice remained, Jiang Chuyan was dumbfounded, bit his lower lip and said aggrieved: "Husband, how can you do this."

Yu Yuan's attention was all focused on the mouth of the glass just now, and he didn't notice how much he drank for a while.

Seeing that only one third of the orange juice remained, Yu Yuan lowered his eyes: "Sorry, it's too sweet."

"Why don't I buy another cup for the young master."

"No need. I'm almost full." Jiang Chuyan continued to sip with the glass in his hand.

When the boy drinks the drink, his cheeks bulge slightly, like a cute little hamster.

Jiang Chuyan's skin is really white, but the second thing is to look good, mainly because of the cleanness and purity vaguely revealed between the eyebrows and eyes, which is not known to people.

The young man has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, with clear pupils and long eyelashes. When he fanned it slightly, it seemed to hit the apex of Yu Yuan's heart, which made him unable to help his heart sway.

Yu Yuan stared at the young man eating and found that even if the young man did nothing, just drinking orange juice gave him a warm feeling of pleasure, or it was more appropriate to call it happiness.

For a long time, he was in exile, struggling to survive as a child. After taking charge of the Yu family, countless guns and arrows tried to push him into the cliff. As long as he takes one wrong step, he will be doomed.

Now the time with the young master is a rare leisure time. It would be great if it could be like this all the time.

Studying in class with the young master, eating and sleeping. Get married directly after graduation, and then stay together for a lifetime.

No matter what happens in the future, he will protect the young master happily forever.

"Master, what are you going to do in the future?"

Jiang Chuyan took a sip of orange juice, thought about it, and said, "I don't have any lofty ambitions. I may travel around, eat, drink, and have fun."

Yu Yuan's brows and eyes were warm, and his eyes were obsessed with gentleness. He said seriously, "No matter where the young master goes, I will accompany the young master."

"Okay, my husband will always be with me."

Jiang Chuyan narrowed his eyes contentedly, enjoying the moment quietly.

He picked up the spoon, intending to take another sip.

The elbow was suddenly hit hard, and the spoon in Jiang Chuyan's hand fell on the dining table.

The scalding hot porridge splashed everywhere, splashing on the back of Jiang Chuyan's right hand.

Instantly, the white tender skin on the back of his hand was reddened.

There was a severe pain in the back of his hand, Jiang Chuyan hurriedly pressed the skin on the back of his hand, his eyes instantly turned red, his cheeks turned pale, and the pain was so painful that he could not even speak.

"Oh, the road here is too narrow. I'm so sorry to bump into you. I didn't mean to."

Li Qinghong dyed his hair with yellow hair, and when he looked at Hanger Lang, his apology seemed to be deliberately yin and yang, so that the anger was not in the same place.

"Yo, isn't this Young Master Jiang? Why did Young Master Jiang condescend to come to the school cafeteria for dinner today, it's really rare. Don't you look down on the school's shabby cafeteria. How precious are you?"

Hearing these words, Jiang Chuyan's eyes reddened with pain, and he wanted to punch someone with anger.

Looking at the well-developed biceps and tendons on Li Qinghong's arms, Jiang Chuyan cowardly pushed down the idea of ​​hitting someone.

His force value is almost zero. In case Li Qinghong becomes angry and becomes angry, he can't beat Li Qinghong at all. After being beaten by Li Qinghong, wouldn't it hurt even more.

Li Qinghong continued to ridicule: "Why doesn't Young Master Jiang speak, he won't be dumb..."

Suddenly, his fist slammed into Li Qinghong's face, and Li Qinghong fell back to the ground, making a muffled sound as it collided with the floor. Li Qinghong just hit the table, and the soup pot on the table overturned.

The hot soup suddenly poured over Li Qinghong.

Li Qinghong let out a piercing scream, his face was pale, and he rolled on the floor in pain.

Seeing the crush, Jiang Chuyan's amber eyes widened slightly, and he muttered in shock: "Husband, you are so powerful, if you punch him, that person will fly out."

Yu Yuan reached out and held the boy's right hand, which was red with soup, and said nervously, "Let me see."

Jiang Chuyan's skin is very white, but now the back of his hand is red, which looks very abrupt.

The young master is squeamish and afraid of pain, and has never been hurt.

Yu Yuan's face suddenly turned gloomy, taking care not to frighten Jiang Chuyan, he asked in a soft voice, "Master, does it hurt?"

Hearing Yu Yuan's concern, Jiang Chuyan's peach blossom eyes were covered with water mist, and the circles of his eyes were red.

Originally, he only felt a little bit of pain, but when Yu Yuan cared about him, the pain seemed to be aggravated several times, and the pain made him want to cry.