Recollections of the stars

Chapter 11 Favorite Egg Flower Rice Wine

In the early morning, there is a hint of coolness in the pleasant air.

Cheng Zhiyi was lying on the big soft bed, looking outside, he could see the raindrops rushing along the leaves.

I've been here for two days, and I don't know if the company is doing well.

A lot of confusion lingered in her heart, she put her head on the pillow and sighed helplessly.

The door was pushed open, and Cheng Zhiyi's eyes widened a little, guessing that the person must be Ye Xinchen, she was motionless, and she didn't have the strength to argue with him any more.

Ye Xinchen stood by the door, holding a lady's dress in her hand.

He looked into the room, Cheng Zhiyi was lying on the bed, his soft body was covered with a large white shirt, his slender legs were as attractive and smooth as white jade, and his long hair fell behind, making him even more holy and beautiful.

Last night, after arguing with her, he went to the guest room and stayed up all night.

He really doesn't understand, her body and her people are already his own, why he keeps alienating himself again and again.

Feeling a little angry, Ye Xinchen walked over quickly, threw the dress in front of her, and ordered, "Put it on"

Cheng Zhiyi raised her eyes slightly, and saw the dress beside her. It was made of purple chiffon and decorated with fresh florals. It looked very valuable.

Ye Xinchen looked at her condescendingly, only then realized that the pink rosiness on her face had all faded away, and her complexion was haggard like white paper, extremely ugly.

She felt a little guilty, she had only been here for two days, and she was tortured into such a state.

Cheng Zhiyi sat up slowly, without even looking at him, and unbuttoned his shirt feebly with both hands.

The beautiful white and tender skin gradually revealed, Ye Xinchen turned around and stopped looking at her.

He frowned tightly, his bad mood clearly showing on his face.

Cheng Zhiyi took off her shirt and was completely naked. She stood up and slowly put on the dress.

The floral skirt with suspenders outlined her figure more gracefully, and her slightly exposed back was as white as snow.

She walked behind her, stretched out her little hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Mr. Ye"

Mr. Ye!
This title again, he really hates it, why does she have to call him that no matter how much he repeats?
But seeing her so fragile, he was unwilling to argue any further.

He turned around and took her hand.

The powerful big palm controlled her, and the warm touch was transmitted to each other's palms little by little.

He walked out, and she followed him all the way.

Leng Ao's figure walked slower and slower, as if he was taking care of her.

When we came downstairs, a group of servants were already waiting.

The middle-aged woman in the lead, with sparse hair combed behind her head, wisps of white in her temples, and ravines on her peaceful face, looks nearly 60 years old.

She stepped forward, looked at Ye Xinchen and Cheng Zhiyi, and said respectfully, "Sir, the meal is ready."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Cheng Zhiyi, her soft eyes still filled with relief.

For so many years, the husband has not had a woman by his side. Now that this young lady lives in the house, it seems that the husband is quite fond of her.

"Mother Liu, tell the kitchen to make a bowl of egg flower rice wine for Miss Cheng," Ye Xinchen ordered, with a calm tone and no airs of superiority at all.

Egg flower rice wine?

The hand held by Ye Xinchen froze suddenly, she looked at him in disbelief, wondering if he had seen everything about herself.

Egg flower rice wine, her favorite porridge ten years ago, how could he know?

(End of this chapter)