The crybaby nanny was bullied and cried again by her yandere husband.

Uncle Li looked at the flowerbed and shook his head.

"Who knows? It's hard to guess what's on a gentleman's mind."

As if remembering something, she spoke softly.

"Xiao Ci, why don't you go ask Mr. Shen?"

Upon suddenly hearing that person's name, Shen Ci's heart skipped a beat. He had been in a one-sided cold war with him for almost a month, and he didn't want to take the initiative to contact him.

So he shook his head.

Uncle Li didn't know what else to say.

"Xiao Zhao seems like a very simple-minded person; I bet she still hasn't realized that something's wrong."

"We can't figure out what the master is thinking. In the end, it's just sending some things, which won't do any harm to Xiao Zhao. We just need to be careful."

What Uncle Li said was also what Shen Ci thought.

Lin Zhao doesn't feel uncomfortable right now, but if someone suddenly tells him that Shang Yu treats him differently, it might make him feel worse.

It's better to do it this way for now.

Even after Lin Zhao finished preparing dinner, Uncle Li and the others were nowhere to be seen. Shang Yu sat quietly in the living room, watching the news.

Lin Zhao occasionally peeked at what news he was watching and discovered that he was always watching the same channel.

Even the male characters were watching very attentively, but the male characters seemed quite hot, their faces were all red.

Lin Zhao wiped her hands lightly on her apron, ran to the sofa, looked up, and called out softly.

"Sir, dinner is ready."

Shang Yu raised his eyes and stood up silently.

Lin Zhao followed him to the dining table.

A plate of cold shredded chicken breast, mixed with cucumber strips and a touch of sesame oil, is not oily or greasy, but refreshing and satisfying.

A plate of steamed tender pork ribs, steamed until soft and falling off the bone, was just right to eat after being cooled for a while.

A plate of smashed cucumber is crisp and flavorful, while stir-fried water spinach is bright green and tender.

There's also a bowl of refreshing and sweet winter melon and dried shrimp soup, simple yet appetizing.

"It's hot, so I've made light dishes. Please eat more to cool down."

Lin Zhao looked at Shang Yu with a slight nervousness. It had been a week since they last met at the restaurant together.

He even slowed his breathing, and although his husband said he wasn't angry with him, he still couldn't quite believe it.

Because my husband gets angry very easily, I have to be on my guard.

Looking at the table full of delicious-looking food, Shang Yu felt a little hungry, even though he hadn't had much of an appetite these past few days.

He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of water spinach. It was very crisp and the taste suited his palate perfectly.

"Hmm, not bad."

Lin Zhao's eyes lit up immediately, and her heart was filled with excitement. The evaluation of "not bad" was really great.

But he was afraid that his laughter would be too obvious and upset his husband, so he tried his best to suppress it.

But the ever-growing corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

Shang Yu looked up and smiled unconsciously, tapping the table with his fingertip.

"Sit down and eat with us."

Lin Zhao hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to sit down obediently.

This time, however, he didn't dare to eat too recklessly.

He imitated Shang Yu, eating one bite of rice and one bite of vegetables at a time, but he felt very uncomfortable and unconsciously sighed frequently.

Shang Yu listened and gave him a brief, indifferent glance.

"Did eating a meal make you tired?"

Lin Zhao choked on his words, a mouthful of food stuck in his throat, and he coughed violently.

His throat was itchy from choking, and he kept coughing, afraid of spitting out the rice grains, his little face turned red.

Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared in front of me.

Lin Zhao raised her hand to meet Shang Yu's eyes, and the latter frowned and spoke.

"Spit it out."

Lin Zhao kowtowed and shook her head, how could she spit on the master's hand!

Seeing that he was so upset that tears were falling, Shang Yu quickly grabbed some tissues and his tone became serious.

"Lin Zhao, hurry up and spit it out."

Lin Zhao then obediently spat out the food in her mouth.

Only when his mouth was empty did he dare to cough loudly, his whole body trembling as tears streamed down his face.

He didn't know how long he had been coughing when a warm, large hand reached behind him and patted his back somewhat awkwardly.

Something touched her lips, and through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, Lin Zhao saw that it was a water glass.

"I drank it."

Shang Yu's powerful, irresistible voice rang out.

Lin Zhao couldn't think of anything else and just drank it down from his hand.

After drinking a full glass of water, he finally felt better.

The moment she turned her head, she met Shang Yu's gaze.

Shang Yu stood beside Lin Zhao as soon as he finished pouring the water.

Because they were feeding him water, the two of them were very close.

The man's tall frame almost completely encircled Lin Zhao in his arms.

A pleasant woody scent wafted into his nose.

Lin Zhao's eyes widened instantly, her face turned even redder, and she dared not move an inch.

(//̀Д/́/)

Shang Yu just stared at him.

He could see the tears welling up in Lin Zhao's eyes, and he could see her rosy, delicate lips.

Their noses almost touched, their hot breaths mingling together.

Those enchanting thoughts resurfaced in my mind.

His breathing became heavy, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily for a moment.

Lin Zhao felt his heart beating faster and faster, and his body felt involuntarily hot. He finally couldn't help but speak.

"Sir..."

His voice, slightly hoarse from the violent coughing, sounded even softer.

Shang Yu suddenly took a step back, sat back in his chair, and pretended to be calm as he picked up his chopsticks again.

"Okay, let's continue eating."

Even he himself could hear the tremor in his voice when he said those words.

Lin Zhao lowered her head, looking at the wrapped tissues on the table and the empty water glass beside her, her face burning even hotter.

After a while, they started eating again.

But before I could even take a few bites, the bowl was taken away.

Lin Zhao stared blankly and saw that the teacher had put a lot of food in his bowl and scooped up a few spoonfuls of soup before placing them in front of him.

"If you can't learn it, then don't learn it."

He didn't say another word after that.

Lin Zhao understood; it meant he didn't need to eat like him.

He picked up his chopsticks and started eating again. He couldn't quite describe how he felt, but his heart was beating very fast.

I can't even eat anymore.

But his hands didn't stop moving. He finished a bowl of rice in a few bites and then had another half bowl.

Shang Yu glanced at Lin Zhao eating out of the corner of his eye. Lin Zhao ate very slowly at first, and Shang Yu couldn't help but think about it.

Will he also lose his appetite because of some of the other person's actions, just like me?

But the next second, Lin Zhao was seen enjoying her meal again...

After dinner, Lin Zhao cleared away the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash them noisily.

Shang Yu sat on the sofa, but his ears kept involuntarily listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen.

After a while, the sound of running water in the kitchen stopped. Lin Zhao took the lunchbox and walked to the living room, where he saw Shang Yu still sitting on the sofa.

He approached the opening.

"Sir, I'll head back to my cabin now."

Shang Yu didn't answer immediately. He rubbed the remote control between his fingertips before speaking.

"Go."

After everyone had walked away, Shang Yu put down the remote control and leaned back on the sofa.

He raised his arm to shield his eyes, and the erotic images finally stopped. He didn't know how much time had passed before he stood up again and turned off the TV.

Shang Yu stood in the center of the hall, and for some reason, for the first time, he felt that the place was incredibly empty and too quiet…

He walked out of the hall as if possessed, heading towards the small house.