Very Romantic: The Vampire's Runaway Bride

Chapter 29 Congratulations, you have "good luck" [5]

"Yeah." Seeing the man's eyes, the psychological construction he had just done for himself in the kitchen suddenly became useless, Shen Yiyi nodded very, very guilty, and had nothing to do with showing off in the light. The real thing is also a little embarrassed.

"That, that, I'll open the curtains..." Shen Yiyi made a random excuse, found next to the window, and opened the window forcefully, allowing the sunlight outside the window to come in through the glass.

"Stop, close the curtains." The curtains opened suddenly, and the dazzling sunlight shot in from the glass, and the man roared in exasperation.

Such an angry tone shook Shen Yiyi's frightened hands, and hurriedly pulled the curtains up.

"What are you doing, such a big reaction?" Shen Yiyi said dissatisfiedly, noting that the man's face was suddenly extremely pale, as if there was no blood at all.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Helian Yicheng slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table. Although he didn't speak, the anger on his face was very, very obvious, scaring Shen Yiyi who was standing there. A big jump.

"Shen Yiyi, you are my servant, don't make your own decisions." Helian Yicheng said sternly, in such a stern tone, as if she had just done something hurtful.

Shen Yiyi muttered dissatisfiedly in her heart... "It's really troublesome, but I just pulled the curtains. Does this kind of trivial matter have to be approved by him? His eldest master has too many things to manage."

After the man said that, he didn't say a word again, took a mouthful of porridge, frowned and spit it on the table, then got up and left angrily.

Helian Yicheng's actions deeply stabbed Shen Yiyi's heart, "Is it that bad?" Shen Yiyi looked at the almost untouched food on the table. People said that they had never eaten pork or seen pigs. As for walking, she did everything according to the steps that Momo used to cook.

Shen Yiyi picked up a piece of cucumber in disbelief, and she couldn't help but spit it out as soon as she entered it. It wasn't because my technique was not good, it was because my hand shook a little, and Shen Yiyi comforted herself.

I was suffering from too much salt. I picked up the porridge on the side and wanted to take a sip, but I realized that the porridge was not cooked. No, to be precise, it was not that it was not cooked, but that some was cooked. live, and half-lived.

(End of this chapter)