President's Single-minded Love

Wei De housekeeper personally on breakfast, see Fu Jingchen came, very polite and he said hello: "pay less."

Fu Jingchen nodded with a smile and said to Moxi, "I'll go back first."

Mo Xi decided to nod, and then took Yan xiaonuo to the table.

Yan xiaonuo looked at the delicate breakfast and quickly ate it. He didn't care about the gloomy man beside him.

Messi forced himself to eat a few mouthfuls of bread and drink hot milk. He got up and called Vader, "go to the company."

Vader took a look at his young master's plate, followed, while texting his assistant to prepare some food for him, so that his young master would not be hungry.

Yan xiaonuo only ate his own meal and didn't notice the eyes of Mo xijue. Vader coughed gently at the side.

Murmured coldly, Yan xiaonuo looked up, but saw that he was out of the door. She curled her mouth and continued to eat breakfast.

Today's breakfast is very rich, and her favorite strawberry, Yan xiaonuo is very happy.

At this time, the maid brought her a bowl of medicated food soup, and her attitude was very respectful: "Miss Yan, the soup specially ordered by the young master is very good for the recovery of the foot injury. Please drink it while it is hot."

How could Messi care so much about such a trifle? Yan xiaonuo was shocked. She had a touch of warmth in her heart. She took the soup and drank it.

"How about this soup, Miss Yan?" The maid asked when she had finished.

"It's delicious." Yan xiaonuo answered truthfully.

"That's good, or the cook will be fired." The maid breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan xiaonuo was surprised, "fired? Why? "

"The young master was very angry last night because he was not satisfied with the snack, but only the chef today was left. Because he made a good medicated meal, the young master also said that if Miss Yan was not satisfied, he would be fired."

Yan xiaonuo couldn't speak. Did he care about her? She only felt that her heart had been moved to the outside, how can not stop.

After dinner, she ate a lot of strawberries and went up the stairs with great care. She called her grandmother and told her that these days were not over. She only told her to have a good rest.

She went back to her room to sleep, got up and wanted to find some books to read. She strolled to the study of Mo xijue.

There are a lot of elegant books on the top of the 200 red sandalwood bookshelves, which are very elegant.

Yan xiaonuo saw the only painting on the wall. It was a beautiful woman. She had never seen such a beautiful woman. Even if she sat there quietly, the refined and elegant temperament could not be stopped.

This is not the lover before Messi's death, is it? Suddenly, she felt inferior to herself.

In the heart suddenly very plug, the speech small Nuo raises the hand, wants to feel.

"Stop it!"

A voice full of anger came, yanxiaonuo was scared to withdraw his hand. Looking back, he never knew when he was standing there. His face was gloomy and terrible, and his black eyes were full of danger.

He walked up to her in a few steps, seized her hand, and said, "don't touch this painting."

Yan xiaonuo only hurt and his face turned white. He said quickly, "I know." Sure enough, he is his lover. He can't even touch the painting. So far, he has such a side.

Her heart ached stiffly.

"What are you doing in my study?" she asked coldly

"I want to read a book." Yan xiaonuo lowered his eyelids and answered in a low voice.

"What book?"

"About design." Yan xiaonuo raised his eyes, eyes gradually lit up, "in a few days I will start school, want to learn in advance."

The light of the lotus chandelier on the ceiling of the study fell into her eyes, shining and flowing, and Mo xijue's eyes were gradually blazing.

Yan xiaonuo found his change, quickly stopped, and wanted to go outside, and said: "if there is no, even if it's not, I'll go first."

"I have all kinds of books here." Said mercy faintly.