C12

"Sigh." Ling Chen's words didn't sound threatening at all, causing Su Yuyang's heart to tighten. Taking advantage of Ling Chen's passing by, he pulled Ling Chen back. "I didn't do it on purpose, I just didn't get dizzy from eating breakfast."

This reason of Su Yuyang's did not cause Ling Chen to have any doubts, and even made him feel some sympathy.

Ling Chen sat down, opened the thermos, and snappily said to Su Yuyang, "Breakfast, hurry up and eat. I'm going back first."

"Go back?" Su Yuyang frowned. Ling Chen explained, "He left in too much of a hurry. He didn't even take his computer or mobile phone."

Su Yuyang stared at Ling Chen, as if he was trying to determine the authenticity of his words.

Ling second actually didn't see what Su Yuyang was thinking, but Su Yuyang only looked at his and didn't eat. Ling second was worried that Su Yuyang's body would push Su Yuyang onto the sofa: "Quickly eat, your father got up early and made it for you. If you don't eat it all, then just wait until tomorrow to drink some glucose."

After throwing that threatening sentence, Ling Chen rushed out of Su Yuyang's house.

Su Yuyang poured the food from the thermal container into a bowl.

"Porridge?" Su Yuyang was somewhat surprised.

The porridge was soft and thick, with a hint of green and pink on it. Smelling the fragrance of the porridge, Su Yuyang's saliva was uncontrollably secreted.

Su Yuyang took a big gulp of porridge. An indescribable taste spread through his mouth, and coupled with the pickled vegetables that he had prepared in seconds, Su Yuyang felt as if he was walking through the clouds. The congee was quickly finished, not even a grain of rice was left. Su Yuyang looked at the empty thermal container. He really wanted to call Ling Chen and ask him to boil another pot. Ling Zhen's residence wasn't too far away from Su Yuyang's home. Su Yuyang calculated the time and reckoned that it was about time for Ling Chen to arrive. Thus, he gave Ling Zhen a call.

As the call connected, Su Yuyang heard the voice of an unfamiliar man.

"Ling Chen went to work. He didn't bring his phone. Is there anything wrong?" The man spoke very quickly, as if he disdained talking to Su Yuyang. This caused Su Yuyang to feel puzzled.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up. I still need to work." the man said anxiously.

Su Yuyang apologetically said, "No ?"

Before Su Yuyang could finish speaking, the man had already hung up. Listening to the 'beep beep' sound coming from the phone, Su Yuyang wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

However, why was Ling Chen's phone in the hands of that man? Could he be Ling Chen's boyfriend?

As he thought of this, Su Yuyang suddenly remembered that Ling Chen had once said that he didn't like men.

"Ling Chen doesn't like men." Su Yuyang repeated these words over and over again, and his heart was faintly at a loss.

Ling Chen returned in less than half an hour. When Ling Chen was finally able to open the anti-theft door, Su Yuyang was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

"Hello, Su Yuyang?" Ling Chen took two steps forward, afraid that Su Yuyang would faint.

Su Yuyang turned around and saw that Su Yuyang was fine, and only after a few seconds did he put down his things. "It's good that you're fine. Seeing that you're not moving at all, I thought something has happened to you."

Ling Zhen collapsed onto the sofa as he looked up and rested his head on the back of the sofa. His open lips trembled slightly as he gasped for breath, "Su Yuyang, why is this father here with such a boss like you?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"What's wrong with you? You bastard! " Ling Chen smacked the armrest, "Have you finished your porridge?"

"Look for yourself." After Su Yuyang left these words, he stood up and walked towards the study room. Before closing the door, he softly said, "The porridge is pretty good. We'll continue tomorrow."

"Since the porridge is not bad, can you make money for it?" Ling Chen asked jokingly.

Su Yuyang didn't reply to Ling Chen's question. Instead, Ling Chen cursed himself for being stingy and began to do his own work.

Su Yuyang had emphasized that his bedroom and study was a forbidden zone that could only last a second. Besides these two rooms, Su Yuyang's family didn't have any other rooms. Thus, Ling Chen could only curl up on the sofa and type.

After a few days of adaptation, Ling Chen was already able to integrate himself into the role of "Book Yang's personal assistant." Moreover, being Su Yuyang's personal assistant wasn't as tiring as Ling Chen had imagined. Aside from being in charge of Su Yuyang's three meals a day, he also helped Su Yuyang with the writing, timing chapters, and also managed the book review section. His work was relatively easy, and he even had to stay with Su Yuyang's family during work hours ? these were all no problems.

However, there was one thing that puzzled Ling Chen ? he and Su Yuyang were completely unable to live in peace. Every day, the two of them would argue for a few minutes over such matters.

"Hey Su Yuyang, did you touch my computer?" The flames were almost going to burn his heart to ashes. When he thought about how his hard work for two days had been lost, the only thing he could think of was "Su Yuyang you bastard, you used this daddy's computer again"!

Three days ago, Su Yuyang had used the Ling second computer, causing Ling second's unsaved script to be lost. Today's script had mysteriously disappeared, so Su Yuyang was naturally the first suspect.

Su Yuyang didn't try to defend himself, nor did he feel the slightest bit of guilt. He confidently said, "I told you before that the script I fixed for you must be deleted completely after you passed it down. Why didn't you delete yesterday's script?"

"I forgot." Ling Chen casually said.

"Oh, then I also forgot if I deleted the wrong document."

"Su Yuyang!" Ling Zhen bit his lower lip as the lava that was gushing out of his eyes bypassed Su Yuyang.

"If you have time to argue with me, you might as well use the software to retrieve the deleted script." Su Yuyang reminded Ling Chen before returning to the study.