First Lady

Bai Ling sat next to Qin Yu. The breakfast he prepared was quite simple, that is, milk, bread, and jam, but it warmed Bai Ling's heart.

No one has ever prepared breakfast for her in this life. Of course, when she was in the Ming Mansion, the cook did not count, because that was their job, and they only respected her madam superficially. A woman who can do her best.

Seeing that Bai Ling didn't move, Qin Yu thought she didn't like it, "Why don't you like western breakfast?"

This was the first time to have breakfast with Bai Ling, Qin Yu got up very early, but he didn't know how to prepare, it was too grand, afraid that Bai Ling would suspect it, too simple and afraid she would not like it.

Bai Ling's eyes turned red, she lowered her head, "No... just very touched, you are the first person to prepare breakfast for me." [

Qin Yu's first reaction was to stretch out his hand to hug Bai Ling into his arms, but he stopped when he touched her shoulder, afraid to scare her, so he just patted her lightly twice: "Eat, from now on... You have to get used to it."

Bai Ling didn't figure out what Qin Yu meant until after breakfast. He was telling her to get used to living together in the future, getting used to eating the breakfast he prepared, getting used to... being with him.

Qin Yu had a total of four days off. These days, he and Bai Ling got along quite...harmoniously, but they were a little awkward from time to time.

For example...Qin Yu was used to living alone in the past, taking a shower, going to the toilet, and not used to locking the door of his bedroom, so it would inevitably be embarrassing. Both were embarrassed.

For example, Bai Ling is a nervous person, she always wakes up in the morning in a daze, and would run out in her pajamas.

Her pajamas were not too loose, and most of her shoulders were always exposed. The spring light on her chest was faintly visible. Every time Qin Yu saw her, he would reprimand her. After eating, he would go back to the room and take a cold shower.

Other than that, it is quite pleasant to get along with.

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The fact that Bai Ling lived at Qin Yu's house must not be concealed, nor could it be concealed from Chu Zhengfei, who ran to Qin Yu's house as soon as he found out.

Seeing the little tacit understanding between the two occasionally revealed in silence, I couldn't help but sigh, I thought Qin Yu could bear it, but I didn't expect it to be a black belly. . . . .