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Chapter 1920 The Man Like the Wind
It is impossible for a man like him to be restrained by women and locked up in marriage. He is a ray of spring breeze, which makes people feel very comfortable when it blows, but once it blows, he will never look back.

A man like the wind!

Not suitable for marriage.

Ye Yiwei shook her head, it was even more unsuitable for her.

She thought again of the exhausted man lying on the bed.

It can be imagined how anxious he was last night, looking for her everywhere, staying up all night, worrying about her all night.

Such a man is suitable for her.

It wasn't just these things that moved her.

He is gentle and considerate, he will consider her from her perspective, and he will respect her even more. This is her ideal partner.

Maybe he hasn't had breakfast yet, there is rice pudding in the refrigerator, boil it in a pot, and add some pickles, it is also a good breakfast.

Wash the eight-treasure porridge and put it into the pot. Ye Yiwei didn't dare to leave, so she just stood by and stirred it occasionally to prevent the pot from sticking or overflowing.

She was cooking porridge attentively, when suddenly, a pair of powerful arms were wrapped around her waist.

Ye Yiwei turned her head and smiled brightly: "Are you awake?"

"Well, I smelled the fragrance and found that I was very hungry, so I got up."

In fact, it's not that I smell the fragrance, but I'm thinking about her. I can't fall asleep, so I wait for the tired feeling to pass, get up and hug her, which can also replenish energy.

What is the flavor of eight-treasure porridge?
Ye Yiwei believed it was true, sniffed it, it was not very fragrant, maybe his nose could smell it.

"Go and wash your face, it will be fine soon."

He held her, making her uncomfortable.

Especially his manly breath, when it blows in her ears, makes her feel guilty and flustered, just wanting him to leave so that she can calm down by herself.

"Okay!" Meng Zhanyang let go, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

"call……"

Ye Yiwei let out a long sigh of relief, turned off the fire, filled two bowls of eight-treasure porridge, and grabbed some pickles from the pickle jar. In front of Ye Yiwei.

She never thought of it before, but Ye Yiwei suddenly discovered today that Meng Zhanyang's eyes are very similar to Ji Yunyi's, they are the same narrow and long, not too big, but very energetic, even the eyebrows are the same thick.

She couldn't help but spurn herself, what would happen if this went on like this, she was about to be tortured by Ji Yunyi and go crazy.

It is estimated that before long, people all over the street will look like him.

Ye Yiwei carefully put the bowl on the table, but the porridge on the edge of the bowl still burned her hands.

"Oh..." Ye Yiwei let out a scream, and put her mouth to blow hard.

Hearing Ye Yiwei's scream, Meng Zhanyang was very distressed.

He grabbed her hand by his mouth and blew violently, and then pulled her to the tap to flush.

"Why don't you ask me to carry it?"

"I didn't expect it to be so hot."

Ye Yiwei smiled obscurely, staring at his frowning brows with a worried expression, warm in her heart.

"Really, luckily it wasn't too hot."

After flushing the water for a while, it was still a little red. In fact, it was just the tip of her fingertips. Ye Yiwei didn't feel much pain anymore, but Meng Zhanyang still felt terribly distressed.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, let the porridge dry for a while before drinking."

She withdrew her hand shyly, and Ye Yiwei pulled Meng Zhanyang to sit on the sofa, and turned on the TV: "Watch TV for a while, let's go and see Niannian today after having some porridge!"

"it is good."

Meng Zhanyang turned on the TV casually and fixed the news channel.

(End of this chapter)