Chapter 891

Fang Yang, who was walking while carrying the bowl, was speechless. Do you want to share your stories that much?

(Yeah, I thought I'd hear something interesting, but, just this?)

(Sigh, young, still young. You don't have such experiences, so naturally, you don't know such beautiful and memorable things. Sigh, you, in the end, don't understand.)

(Oh? So, you understand very well?)

(Yo, is this the 'I don't understand' brother?)

(Tch, you guys are just envious, envious that you don't have a sweet romance yourselves.)

1242. Good! Good kill! Six! (Seeking full subscription)

Once these words were spoken, there were no replies in the live broadcast room. Presumably, they had fallen into misery.

"Good! Good kill! Six! This little silence is no less than a whip dipped in iodine, disinfecting while whipping!"

(Isn't it? One physical damage, one mental damage, and there might even be a component of true damage.)

Fang Yang washed the dishes, laughing non-stop at the noise in the live broadcast room, but his gaze couldn't help but glance toward the room with the tightly closed door.

Mo Yan, angry? But why? He shouldn't have offended her.

"Everyone, tell me, what is the usual reason for a little girl to get angry for no reason?"

Once this was said, the discussion and debate in the live broadcast room immediately changed direction.

(That's simple, you must have broken her heart, turning a blind eye to her overflowing love!)

"???"

Fang Yang was full of confusion. What? Is that human language?

"No, we've known each other for at most twenty-four hours since we met. How could it be love?"

Fang Yang supported his forehead. Can you guys be any less reliable?

(What do you know? Don't you know there's a saying called love at first sight? Brother Yang.)

"Is that so? Compared to love at first sight, I believe more in lust at first sight."

Fang Yang crossed his hands, making a big 'X' in front of him, strongly rejecting lust at first sight.

(You, no wonder a bunch of superficial women are clinging to you.)

(No, what are you saying, you little bastard? Who are you calling superficial?)

"Hey? No, why are you guys arguing again?"

Fang Yang sighed, truly helpless.

"Then, I'll make something little girls love to eat."

Fang Yang stopped paying attention to the argument in the live broadcast room, wiped his wet hands, and secretly made a decision.

(What? Something little girls love to eat? Should be something sweet and sour, right? At most with a cute label?)

"Heh heh, you guys just wait and see."

Fang Yang smiled slightly, not revealing a single thought.

He started doing it right away, preparing the ingredients.

(Is this? Could it be a cake?)

"Oh, good eye. That's right, it's a cake. Besides these, I don't know what little girls like to eat."

Fang Yang smiled awkwardly. In the end, he was still inexperienced.

(Hmm~ she, should like it. After all, she eats ice cream happily.)

An account with an obviously female name posted a comment, making Fang Yang full of confidence.

He could only hope that Mo Yan would like it too.

Fang Yang hadn't made these many times, but he was quite handy at it. It wasn't difficult to make, as long as one mastered the method.

"Hmm, looking at the time, it should be about right."

Fang Yang glanced at his phone, feeling that the cake's time should be about up.

"Hmm… then, let's use less cream."

Fang Yang didn't understand why some people liked cream. Maybe to each their own. Anyway, he felt fifty-fifty about it.

(Wow, how should I put it? Can you say you have skillful hands? So beautiful!)

(This, in this case, how could anyone have the heart to eat it!)

(Damn! Why can't I take a screenshot to save it! So annoying!)

Looking at the reaction of the female fans in the live broadcast room, Fang Yang felt that Mo Yan should like this cake.

"Alright, let's go!"

(Wow, so romantic. Has Brother Yang awakened? Why is there no sign of that straight-man attitude?)

Arriving outside the room that he didn't know if he could still call his own, Fang Yang knocked on the door gently.

1243. Brother Yang, trust me, just open the door and rush in! (Seeking full subscription)

"Mo Yan? Are you inside?"

For a long time, not only did the room remain tightly closed, but there was no sound either.

"Hmm? Not here? Could she have gone out? That's fine too. Presumably, she had been staying in the room for a long time, and now that she can come out for air, perhaps she doesn't want to stay there anymore."

Fang Yang carried the cake and muttered to himself, which really made the fans in the live broadcast room roll their eyes.

(Oh my god, just kill me. I thought Brother Yang finally got it, but he's still the same.)

(Brother Yang, trust me, just open the door and rush in. Also, this is your room to begin with.)

"That's right, enter!"

Fang Yang saw this line and came to his senses. This was his room, so why be polite?

Thinking of this, Fang Yang pushed the door open. Fortunately, it wasn't locked.

"Asleep?"

Fang Yang looked at the bulging quilt, somewhat surprised.

Eat until full and then sleep, this…

"Mo Yan, wake up, there's something delicious."

Fang Yang said softly, while moving the cake closer to Mo Yan's nose.

(Hahaha, Brother Yang is so bad. Isn't this blatant temptation?)

Watching Mo Yan still sleeping soundly, Fang Yang didn't urge her anymore, placed the cake on the table, and left.

"Young Master."

"Young Master."

Successive greetings rang out. Fang Yang responded to each one, looking at the room that was about to be cleaned up, feeling somewhat emotional.

"Didn't expect the things here to be quite complete."

Hearing Fang Yang's words, Skinny Pig ran over happily.

"Hey, Young Master, you're wrong there. Although there are many rooms here, and they just need to be cleaned up when needed, the furniture required needs to be bought new. Look."

As he spoke, Skinny Pig lifted the cover cloth on one of the pieces of furniture, revealing the brand-new furniture inside.

"Brand new, then why cover them up?"

Hearing this, Skinny Pig lowered his head in thought.

"This, I'm not clear. This is the first time there's been such a request. Perhaps, it's for fear of the dust in the room getting them dirty."

For a long time, Fang Yang nodded at Skinny Pig and let him go about his business.

And Fang Yang also left the room.

"Didn't expect these to be brand new. This is different from what Master Zhang said, or did I remember wrong?"

Fang Yang frowned. If he didn't remember wrong, then Master Zhang had lied to him—a white lie to keep Mo Yan from hogging his bed.

"Hehehe, Master Zhang, look, Fang Yang found out so quickly."

Li Zimu chuckled and turned to speak to Master Zhang, who was watching the screen with him.

"This, I can only say that Young Master has Mo Yan's matters at heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here personally."

Master Zhang was somewhat helpless. Who knew Fang Yang would personally go to check? And that kid, why did he have to run his mouth! Fang Yang was about to leave!

In Fang Yang's room, just after Fang Yang left, Mo Yan raised her head and looked at the door. Only when Fang Yang's footsteps faded away, until they could no longer be heard, did Mo Yan dare to get up.

As soon as she got out of bed, Mo Yan walked quickly to the table and stared at the cake on the table without blinking.

No matter how many times Mo Yan picked up the fork, she didn't destroy this cute cake at all.

There was no help for it; girls had no resistance to cute things. In this way, how could Mo Yan have the heart to eat the head of this little rabbit in front of her?

"!"