When Yi Mochen hugged Song Qingyan's waist, he felt the cold touch, and a faint breath surrounding him.

This feeling made Yi Mochen truly realize that the delicate little girl in front of him was really dead.

"Yan Yan, do you have anything you want to tell me?"

Yi Mochen really wanted to know about her at this moment. If possible, he hoped that she could be resurrected or reincarnated, instead of floating in this world as a ghost.

But if she really reincarnates, he would not be able to continue seeing her, which made him feel a little nervous.

Song Qingyan was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "I'm hungry!"

“…”

Yi Mochen glanced at Song Qingyan deeply, knowing that she didn't plan to tell him about her now.

It’s right to think about it. They have known each other for less than an hour, so no one is willing to tell a stranger everything about them.

After thinking about it this way, Yi Mochen didn't find it difficult to understand.

Anyway, he still has time now. When she and Yan Yan get familiar with each other, maybe one day she will be willing to talk to him about her own affairs.

Yi Mochen stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Qingyan frowned and floated over, stood beside Yi Mochen. Seeing him take out some vegetables from the refrigerator, she looked at him curiously, "Yi Mochen, what are you doing?"

Yi Mochen glanced at Song Qingyan with his narrow eyes, "Didn't you say you're hungry?"

宋清颜恍然大悟的点点头.

所以说他这是要给她做饭?

"Yi Mochen, have you forgotten another thing? I am no longer a human being. Even if you prepare the meal, I can't eat it."

Song Qingyan floated directly to the kitchen cabinet, squatted and looked at Yi Mochen.

She also wanted to eat the food he cooked. After all, she believed in his cooking skills very much, but her physical condition did not allow it.

Yi Mochen reached out and hugged Song Qingyan's waist, carried her down, put her on the ground, and reminded him, "Don't float around casually, stay well, I have a way to let you eat."

Song Qingyan's eyes lit up, with a look of surprise on her face, and she couldn't wait to ask, "Really?"

"I'll know if it's true after a while. Now I'll stay outside obediently. I'm not allowed to come in and make trouble without my permission." Yi Mochen gently pushed Song Qingyan away from the kitchen and asked her to stay outside.

什么嘛?!

不就是做个饭嘛,有什么不能看的?

She actually thought she was in trouble. She was just watching from the side without causing trouble for him.

Song Qingyan snorted, floated to the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV and started watching.

The TV series on TV did not meet her appetite, and she changed the station in a boring manner. Until an interview about the president of the Song Group appeared on TV, Song Qingyan stopped her attempt to change the station.

The middle-aged man shown on the TV screen is upright, with a cunning and shrewd smile on his face, and some middle-aged fat beer belly, wearing a black suit, and well-dressed and well-dressed.

"Mr. Song, what do you think is the most satisfying thing to you?"

"Of course, there is a warm and harmonious family. My wife and my daughter, they are all the motivations to support me."

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