A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess

At noon that day, Wen Yu had an unprecedented meal of assorted mushroom and big bone soup made especially for her by the twelve aunt, which was nutritious and delicious.

The craftsmanship is comparable to the Michelin chef she had eaten before.

She also understood that it was Jiang Yuhe who called the twelfth aunt, and the bone soup was a word the doctor said casually when she was in the hospital.

The tears of the crocodile finally lived up to the promise and touched the man's hard-hearted heart.

But then Wen Yu was immersed in Li Bai's remarks for a long time, and he personally agreed with it, he was right.

The five-minute limit given by Jiang Yuhe seemed indifferent, but it did quickly end Wen Yu's pain. Otherwise, due to her character, she may not be able to get it done after she lingers in the hospital until it gets dark.

Although it was only a trivial matter, Wen Yu also got a glimpse of Jiang Yuhe's charisma.

Vigorously and resolutely, when break is broken,

Wen Yu also... I really appreciate this one.

In any case, the tenderness of the bone broth was accepted.

Of course, we must seize the opportunity to interact with each other in a way of repaying favor to deepen our feelings.

So that night Wen Yu carefully prepared a fruit salad that he loved and waited for Jiang Yuhe, but the man didn't know where he went, and he didn't come back very late.

At midnight, the twelfth aunt said to go back to the room to rest, and Wen Yu asked her: "Aren't you waiting for your brother?"

Who knew the twelfth aunt asked her back: "Do you know why I am called the twelve aunt."

Wen Yu: "?"

"Because I only work until twelve o'clock in the evening, and then I won't care if the house collapses."

"..."

Good guy, such a cool housekeeper, Wen Yu, directly Resby.

So Wen Yu could only wait in the living room by himself. When he had had several dreams, he suddenly became confused, feeling a heavy force pressing down on the sofa.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and then she was taken aback.

Jiang Yuhe didn't know when he would come back, and he was lying on the other side of the sofa.

The whole body is full of strong smell of wine.

Wen Yu retracted his leg first, and then tentatively shouted twice, "Brother?"

What responded to her was breath mixed with alcohol and tobacco.

"Jiang Yu Hyuk?"

"Mr. Jiang?"

"boss?"

Wen Yu changed several titles in a row, and finally determined that this man was really drunk to the point of falling asleep.

Okay, since I'm asleep, I can't talk about the interaction, so Wen Yu turned around and left.

The wheelchair was able to slide out a few steps, and Wen Yu pressed the stop button again.

She turned her head and glanced at the man lying on the sofa.

It's winter now, even if the heater is turned on at home, it will still be cold at night. You will catch a cold if you just lie down and sleep?

Besides, what should I do if I suddenly vomit and no one notices the suffocation.

Although he is an older brother from porcelain, he still needs to have a basic conscience.

Anyhow, today I drank the big bone soup rewarded by others.

Wen Yu comforted herself as accumulating some virtue for the bankrupt Wen family. In short, tonight, he contracted this man.

However, her leg was still injured, and it was impossible to move Jiang Yuhe back to the room, not to mention that the second floor was where she was explicitly forbidden to go.

After thinking for a while, Wen Yu went back to the room and took his quilt out and covered it with Jiang Yuhe.

Then he sighed silently at his handsome face, "My sister is benevolent and righteous, and I gave you all the bedclothes. Don't be so fierce in the future."

The man still sleeps deeply.

Not to mention, he was so handsome that he couldn't find any dead ends when he fell asleep.

Thinking of this Wen Yu couldn't help but want to spit on his own aesthetics, it is true that picking a man on the road is 10,000 times more handsome than Shen Mingjia.

Knowing that it was impossible to get any response, Wen Yu retracted his gaze, leaned on the sofa and picked up the phone.

This scene is impossible to sleep tonight, she decided to spend the night on Weibo.

At three o'clock in the night, Wen Yu insisted on scanning Weibo.

At half past three, his vision began to blur.

It's cold at four o'clock, so let's pull the quilt a little bit and make a leg.

At half past four, I can’t hold it anymore, so I’ll squint for a while, then...

Then this Mi, Wen Yu went to sleep directly.

At 6:30 in the morning, the twelfth aunt got up to prepare breakfast. When passing by the living room, he saw Jiang Yuhe and Wen Yu lying together. They calmly glanced at them and went to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Yuhe was awakened by the sound of debris in the kitchen.

He opened his eyes displeasedly and found that he was sleeping on the sofa, as if not so surprised, he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to get up to take a shower. Just as soon as he got up, he saw lying beside him. Wen Yu.

The two were still covered with the same quilt.

Jiang Yuhe was stunned, his voice was almost instantly cold: "What are you doing."

This sentence carries an obvious reprimand.

Wen Yu opened his eyes in a daze, completely forgot about his sleeping on the sofa, and waited until he saw the man next to him before sitting up as if the memory returned.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Soon, she noticed the man's unusually cold, uncomfortable eyes, "...what's the matter?"

Jiang Yuhe stared at Wen Yu for several seconds, and finally pulled off the quilt and said coldly: "If you have another, you will leave next time."

? ? ?

Seeing the back of the man walking towards the second floor, Wen Yu was confused.

At this time, the twelfth aunt walked out of the kitchen, setting up the dining table and hinting Wen Yu as a reminder: "Our young master doesn't like women touching him."

Wen Yu: "..."

No, what do you think, brother.

She laughed angrily—

"Last night, he came back at night and lay motionless on the sofa. I couldn't wake up no matter how much I shouted. I couldn't hold him. I was afraid that he could only carry his own quilt over and cover him when he was frozen. Take care of him, what does it mean that I don’t like women touching him? I’m not someone else," I don’t know if Jiang Yuhe can hear him, Wen Yu deliberately raised the tone aggrievedly.

"I care if my brother is wrong?!"

Dou E in June was not wronged by her.

The twelfth aunt's action of pouring milk stopped immediately and asked her, "Don't you know to call me for help?"

"?" Wen Yu was speechless, "Didn't you say that the house collapses after twelve o'clock and you don't care about it?"

"I don't care if the house collapses. Of course I have to take care of the young master when he is drunk."

"..."

Who doesn't say you are awesome.

Wen Yu was so angry that he couldn't say anything by the magical logic of the master and servant.

OK, you won.

She picked up the quilt that was pulled to the ground by Jiang Yuhe, turned around and went back to her room without any further explanation.

A man who doesn't know good or bad, deserves to freeze to death last night.

Still looking forward to next time? Dream it.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Yuhe took a shower and went downstairs. The twelfth aunt's sober soup was also cooked, and he murmured:

"The eldest lady told you to drink less, you always don't listen."

Jiang Yuhe didn't look up, took a sip and asked, "Where are people."

The twelfth aunt knew who she was talking about without naming her name, "Go back to my room."

After that, no one mentioned Wenyu again. After a simple breakfast, Jiang Yuhe went back to the company.

The secretary gave him a cup of American style as usual, but Jiang Yuhe frowned as soon as he took a sip.

"Why the smell is wrong."

The secretary was stunned, "Huh? I do so every day."

After a while, Jiang Yuhe said calmly: "Go out."

After the secretary left, he carefully noticed the coffee in his hand and wanted to know where the problem was. Suddenly he remembered—

Yesterday he drank the American style made by the woman at home.

The taste is very mellow and very positive.

Jiang Yuhe didn't know what he was thinking, so he rubbed his eyebrows and put the coffee aside, completely devoid of the desire to drink it.

Just then the director of the company’s artist management department knocked on the door and came in:

"Mr. Jiang, I would like to hear your opinion again regarding the casting of the "Long-seeking Archives"."

This year's domestic entertainment industry has been sluggish, mainly due to policies. Many small-scale film companies have collapsed in batches. Under such an environment, Jiang Yuhe dare not slacken every investment.

The company’s main project in the coming year is the fantasy film "Looking for the Dragon File" invested by Yasheng Pictures.

From the team structure to the selection of actors, no matter how small or small the details are, Jiang Yuhe asked to see everything in person.

The director said: "It turns out that you have decided on Li Man for the female one, but she is not up to the point to make these things. Now we want to choose one between Sang Chen and Mo Xiaoru. Both of them have no problem with their acting skills. The audition is over. The director also feels ok, it depends on what you mean?"

Jiang Yuhe looked at the photos of the two actresses, and took out one of them for a moment, "Use Sang Chen."

The director's expression was subtle for a second, and he quickly returned to normal. "Alright, the second male director wants to use the recently popular Shen Mingjia for his personal relationship, but Shen Mingjia is not a member of our company. I want to sign his film and television contract in. To facilitate unified management later."

Shen Mingjia?

Jiang Yuhe passed the name in his mind and nodded: "Send me a copy of his results for the last six months. I'll take a look and talk about it."

"it is good."

Probably because of not sleeping well last night and being drunk, Jiang Yuhe's spirit was not very good all day, so he turned off all the evening entertainment before leaving get off work.

The twelfth aunt received the notice in advance that when Jiang Yuhe arrived home, all dinners were prepared.

With four meats, two vegetarians and one soup, Jiang Yuhe sat at the dining table alone, and asked after eating for a while, "What about people."

The twelfth aunt stood upright and replied, "In the room."

After a pause, he added: "Yeah, if I don't come out, I'm not hungry."

Jiang Yuhe didn't continue to ask, and he planned to go back upstairs to rest after taking a couple of bites.

As soon as he walked a few steps, the twelfth aunt muttered to herself behind him: "People are afraid that you will be frozen in the living room, so they will take out their quilt and cover it for you."

Jiang Yuhe took a meal, frowned and turned back, "What is his own quilt."

The twelfth aunt glanced at Jiang Yuhe, and her lips closed slightly. Maybe she was afraid that she could not sum up well, so she simply repeated Wen Yu's original words, and the last sentence [I care about my brother is wrong] He raised his voice specifically.

"I'm not helping her to speak, but I don't see people kindly be treated like a donkey by you."

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

After returning to the study for a long while, Jiang Yuhe's drunk wine seemed to wake up.

The twelfth aunt's remarks circulated in his heart all the time, and it was exactly the same, he recalled the details of his waking up in hindsight.

In fact, the woman only leaned against herself a little bit. Her body was leaning on the back cushion, obviously in a posture that she wanted to keep her distance, but her legs stretched out to keep warm in the quilt.

There was also the quilt, the small broken flower was soft, and I didn't pay attention at all at the time, it turned out to be hers.

Jiang Yuhe closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

After the woman was warned by herself, her blank expression kept replaying before her eyes, and what she said—

[Fearing that he could only bring his own quilt over to cover him when he was cold, I was afraid that he would throw up and no one would take care of him, so he kept on guard. 】

Like a heart, repeatedly reminded him that he had said too much.

This feeling inexplicably made Jiang Yuhe feel irritable. He picked up the cup on the table, only to find that it was empty and there was no drop of water.

So I opened the study door and was about to ask the twelfth aunt to make a cup of coffee to bring up, when suddenly I heard the voice of talking downstairs.

When I reached my lips, I didn't even take it back, and walked forward a few steps quietly—

Sure enough, Wen Yu came out.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a cup in her hand, and it seemed that she was also going to the living room to receive water to drink.

Jiang Yuhe watched for two seconds, not knowing what was driving him, and went downstairs with the empty cup in his hand.

He put his hand in his trouser pocket, and walked to the drinking machine coldly.

The twelfth aunt gave him a bewildered look: "Is there no water upstairs, what are you doing downstairs?"

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

Of course Wen Yu knew that Jiang Yuhe had come down, but he didn't call his brother enthusiastically as usual.

She lowered her head and stepped aside. Although she didn't say anything, her body movements had already made a posture that a third-class citizen should have.

Jiang Yuhe paused, and rarely took the initiative once: "You first."

Oh.

Wen Yu was not polite, stepped forward blankly, bent over, and took water into the cup.

Then he turned around and continued to pass Jiang Yuhe blankly, left, returned to the room, and finally banged—the door was closed.

Jiang Yuhe: "..."