Cen Juan Protects Listening (1)

The next morning, Fu Ting washed up and went downstairs. Out of habit, she went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Just as she walked into the living room, she saw that Cen Juan had already prepared breakfast and placed it on the table in the dining room.

"Good morning, my little friend!" Cen Juan knocked on the table with his fingers and looked up at her." Come and eat.""

The man's back was facing the floor-to-ceiling window, and the golden rays of morning light shone in from the side. Every part of his facial features was exquisite.

He was wearing a gray shirt, and the button at the collar was not buttoned. Under his smooth Adam's apple was a thin and fair collarbone, and several fish could be raised in the collarbone groove.

Fu Ting sat across from him. The man looked up and met her eyes. His beautiful eyebrows were lazy as usual, and the outline of his face looked a little warm in the halo.