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Ling Ao Jing squinted his eyes and smiled, "It's quite difficult."

She muttered, "Then I can eat without worry."

Ling Ao Jing did not say much, but he felt that eating with such a person would make him more interested.

After eating and drinking until she was full, Ruan Moyan took a shower and ran for two days and one night without stopping. She was yawning from sleep and came out of the bathroom with her eyes closed, suddenly remembering that she did not have a single bedroom. She turned to the living room and asked Aunt Song, "Auntie, which room do I live in?"

Auntie Song smiled. "You'll have to listen to Young Master's arrangements."

Ruan Mo's mouth twitched in a dissatisfied manner. He might as well have made a bunk on the ground if she asked him.

At this moment, Ling Ao Jing was leaning on the balcony: "Of course it's to sleep in my room."

She turned around. "I can sleep in the living room."

Sleeping in his room was not yet safe in the living room.

Ruan Moyu walked to the sofa in the living room and went up to it without a care. Perhaps she was too sleepy, but she was still sleeping comfortably.

Ling Ao Jing raised his eyebrows. The Ruan Family was not some small family. A Miss Ruan with a name wanted to see how long she could stay on the sofa.

He then turned around and went straight back to his room.

However, when the lights were out and she went to bed, Ling Ao Jing realized that the people downstairs were quiet. Seeing as it was already midnight, was she really planning to sleep outside for the night? Somehow, he couldn't resist going out to have a look.

The servants that had been busy all day had all gone to sleep. The night lights were left downstairs that had a low lighting level. Ling Ao Jing stood in the corridor and saw that there was still a ball of peaceful breathing on the sofa. It was obvious that he was fast asleep.

"…"

She slept soundly!

It was already late autumn and the temperature had dropped to a dozen degrees. She put on her thin piggy pajamas and fell into a deep sleep.

This woman is really careless …

Looking at the time, Ling Ao Jing went back to his room and came out with a blanket.

He walked down the stairs and straight to the sofa. He threw the blanket in his hand in front of him, and the soft, fluffy blanket covered his curled up body.

Ling Ao Jing left after throwing the blanket. He turned around after taking two steps and saw that the blanket was still unmoving on the sofa from the corner of his eyes. He was stunned, was this idiot dead? There was no sound at all?

Seeing that the person lying down did not show any signs of getting up, Ling Ao Jing could only bear with it and take a deep breath, then turn back.

He did not want to wake up tomorrow to see someone suffocating to death at home!

What a pig that can only eat and sleep!

He picked up the blanket again and shook it off and covered her with it. Now, Ruan Moyan moved, stretching her limbs uncomfortably, mumblingly.

Hmph, I know I'm not feeling well now.

Ling Ao Jing looked at his cheek that was still a little baby fat, and wanted to pinch it.

That soft little face...

The sound of light footsteps came from behind, Ling Ao Jing regained his senses, he stood up and turned around to see Aunt Song coming out of the room, holding a blanket in her hands.

"..." Young Master? "

Aunt Song was surprised, but she quickly calmed down. She said softly, "I'm worried that Miss Ruan might catch a cold tomorrow …"

Seeing that Ling Ao Jing did not say anything, Aunt Song looked at Ruan Mo who was sleeping soundly and asked: "Aren't you going to wake her up and go back to her room to sleep?"

"No need."

If you want to sleep on the couch so much, let her.

"..."

The next day, just as Ling Ao Jing was fully dressed, a sharp howl came from downstairs.

He tried his best to hold his forehead. What kind of monster was it this early in the morning?

When he reached the corridor, he saw that Ruan Moyan had woken up and was sitting on the sofa. The blanket that was covering her fell to the ground and her white lotus like arms covered her neck.

Aunt Song had already ran over and bent down to check it out. "What's wrong?"

"It seems to be Luo …" It had fallen onto the pillow! "It hurts!"

Ruan Mo Meng's mouth was wide open, he was in so much pain that his face was creased into a frown, "No, no, no! "It hurts!"

"Endure it, I'll let you go smoothly, huh?"

"Ah!" Ruan Moyan suddenly shouted again. Her face instantly flushed red, but she didn't seem to be feeling that upset anymore …?

"Better?" Aunt Song asked with concern.

"Mm …" Ruan Mo carefully turned his neck, not daring to overdo it.

"I'll find you some ointment later. Be careful not to move around recklessly." Aunt Song said.

"Mm …" "Thank you Auntie!" Ruan Mo gave a envious smile, but when Aunt Song turned around, she curled her lips and rubbed her neck with lingering fear.

Her slightly raised gaze just happened to sweep across Ling Ao Jing who was coming down from the second floor.

Ruan Moyan suddenly felt an itch on her nose. She couldn't help but open her mouth and say, "Achoo!"

Then he shouted and twisted his neck again.

Her every move was seen by Ling Ao Jing. He walked over, crossed his arms in front of his chest, looked like he was waiting to watch a good show, and laughed while teasing her:

"Good morning, little nanny. What happened to your neck?"

Ruan Moyan's face immediately swelled up. She sniffed and rubbed her neck before standing up. With a bad expression, she walked towards the bathroom. "Good morning, Big Boss. I just accidentally twisted a little. Don't worry."

He knew the answer, yet he still asked!

Ling Ao Jing could not help but smile as he followed her into the bathroom. Then he sat in the dining room and prepared to eat breakfast.

The sound of water splashing could be heard for a while. When he finished half a cup of milk, Ruan Moyan came out of it, blushing abnormally.

She wiped her nose and then pulled out a chair to sit across from Ling Ao Jing. Her breakfast was already in front of her and she gulped down half a cup of warm water.

Although she owed Ling Ao Jing tens of millions of dollars and became Ling Ao Jing's random follower, she treated Ling Ao Jing well. They went in and out together and ate three meals a day.

He paused the cup on the table and took a deep breath in satisfaction.

Ling Ao Jing watched as she quickly tore the youtiao and soaked it in the soy milk. After stirring it, she scooped up a spoonful and ate it happily with her pink lips.

There was no awareness of being the debtor.

He was already done eating. He watched as the bowl of soy milk in front of him gradually decreased in size. Afterwards, she scooped it up and drank it all up. A circle of white soy milk was licked off the corner of his lips.

Ruan Moji paused for a moment, "What are you looking at?"

Ling Ao Jing's gaze moved up.

His slender fingers gently lifted up and then slowly landed on the table, "I feel like you know that the Ruan Family can't support you anymore, so you came to find me to touch porcelain."

Ruan Mo was envious. With a fake smile, he said, "My luck is not bad."

If you can eat it, of course you can. If you can't eat it, you can't, right?

She raised her hands, both hands supporting her cheeks, and giggled: "Director Ling can sweep me out now, our agreement can be annulled."

Ling Ao Jing also sat up straight, his hands crossed under his chin, and similarly smiling: "No way."

He pushed the rest of the toast over. "Even if it's a black hole, I can fill it up."

It was fun watching her eat.

But Ruan Mo Feng stopped eating. He patted his hands and got up to change his clothes.

Ruan Moyan, who had changed her clothes, rolled her hair as she walked to the door. She stroked the long waves high, then tied her hair into a high ponytail and bent over to change her shoes.

"I'm at work. Bye bye!"

"Sigh!" "Hold on!"

Auntie Song chased after him. She held the ointment in her hand and walked quickly over to push it into Ruan Mowei's hands. "Take this with you. If you still feel uncomfortable, stick a piece on it. It's great."