Prince in Modern Times: My VIP Boyfriend

Chapter 107 Trash Can

"I want a big bowl!" Danny said softly with a smile, "It's like eating noodles that day. The noodles may not taste good, but it must be a big bowl. It's like trying to use me as a trash can and make you out The 'garbage' noodles are thrown in."

"Since it's rubbish, then don't eat it! Get it yourself if you can." Gu Yuetong shook off his hand, took a few steps forward, and stood with his back facing him sullenly.

"Cough cough cough" was thrown by her forcefully, Danny almost fell down, and began to cough again, his face still haggard.

"Okay, okay." Seeing him like that, Gu Yuetong's heart softened, and she walked over and took a soft pillow on his back, let him lean on it, and said slowly: "What I made is garbage, but garbage It just needs a trash can, so you just have to make a trash can again."

Danny nodded sharply.

Gu Yuetong just felt weird, said he was a 'trash can', but he actually smiled more than anything else, "Danny, you are really weird."

Throwing this sentence to him, Gu Yuetong went into the kitchen to serve porridge.

The autumn sun shines in, with a transparent halo, and the small house is bright.Because it was night yesterday, he couldn't see clearly where she lived, he could only see her cooking happily.

Compared with the place where he lives, this place can be described as shabby.

The table and chairs take up part of the space, the bed takes up part of the space, the kitchen takes up part of the space, and there is only a small part of the space left for her to move around freely.

The house is really not ordinary small.

It's hard to imagine how Gu Yuetong found this kind of house, and how he got used to it. He felt sore, and looked at her with more love and affection.

Winter is coming soon, and she doesn't even have a heater for heating. It seems that her life is not just as simple as poverty.

It's almost down and out.

"Here comes the porridge."

Her crisp voice is as melodious as a yellow warbler out of the valley.

"Yuetong, go back."

She was startled, then changed the subject with a smile, "...Let's drink the porridge first, it's not good for the stomach when it's cold."

(End of this chapter)