Su Yan’s intelligence made her conclude that he cared about her.
Unfortunately, her emotional intelligence prevented her from understanding the current situation.
"Xiao Hua"
"Hmm? Host??"
"Why did he say those things last night?"
"What things?"
"He said it had nothing to do with , like he didn’t like kissing him."
Xiao Hua was stunned for a mont.
"He doesn’t like you kissing him?
No way, last night, Xiao Hua almost thought he was going to eat Host up, there wasn’t a spot on Host’s body he didn’t kiss."
Su Yan was silent for a mont.
Then she thought.
That makes sense.
"He said it had nothing to do with ?"
"Hmm, could it be related to Host giving love letters to others?
Lord Hero was jealous but embarrassed to admit he was too concerned?"
It must be said, Tongzi, who was famous for being a nuisance, finally did what it was supposed to do at a critical mont.
Xiao Hua continued.
"Host, if Lord Hero sent love letters and gifts to others, would Host be angry?"
Su Yan thought for a mont, then her mouth gradually pursed.
She didn’t answer Xiao Hua’s question.
But Xiao Hua probably already guessed.
Xiao Hua sighed.
It seems that having gone through so many lives does prove useful.
The things Host doesn’t understand, she eventually does after experiencing them.
Host doesn’t know what love is.
But who can know if Host already possesses love?
Jealousy is the first step when love cos.
Moreover, things that Host doesn’t care about don’t even catch her eye.
She’s not the type to get upset over a few words from others.
But every word Lord Hero says gets taken in by her.
She even reacts, gets angry.
That’s the difference.
Once Su Yan understood.
She picked up the cup next to her and drank two sips of water.
Spoke up.
"The gift I gave was just fulfilling a request from soone else. I’m not familiar with him."
Once again, Su Yan explained what happened yesterday.
Feng Rong glanced at her twice.
Leaning back against the chair, he chuckled softly.
"Why? Feeling too frivolous giving love letters to soone, then sleeping with right after, trying to find an excuse to brush it off?"
Su Yan looked at him.
"I don’t have any relationship with him."
"Oh?"
The way he smiled lightly, it looked like he didn’t believe her words at all.
She was about to continue speaking.
A woman walked out of the kitchen.
"Young Master."
The woman smiled gracefully, her hair was tied up high, wearing a black professional outfit.
An apron tied around her waist, she placed the finally stewed chicken soup on the table.
From top to bottom, every part exuded elegance.
As she bent over, her fair chest spilled out.
Surging waves.
The woman reached to open the lid of the stewed chicken soup.
Her eyes, like gentle waves, looking at Feng Rong.
"Young Master, would you like to serve you a bowl?"
Su Yan looked at the woman.
She stood up.
Passed by the woman and approached Feng Rong.
Looked at him very seriously,
"Do you like kissing you?"
Feng Rong raised his eyebrows.
Perhaps noticing her serious expression, he didn’t utter any sarcastic words.
Because of Feng Rong’s silence, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I only like you, do you believe ?"
After speaking, she kissed Feng Rong’s cool lips.
The woman who brought the soup in front of them heard a clang as the soup ladle dropped into the pot.
Almost couldn’t maintain the smile on her face.
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