Ye Siming naturally had no objection to giving Li Xingzu a house.

However, he took Gu Nuoer's hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "If you are willing to give it, he may not be willing to take it."

Gu Nuoer tilted her head in confusion: "Why? Having a house is a good thing, how could he refuse?"

Ye Siming pulled Gu Nuo'er into his arms, and gently hugged her.

"On the way to the school today, I offered to give him a weapon, but he also refused."

"The weapon he used was the one given to him by his father five years ago. The blade is a bit dim, and it is obviously brittle and easy to break."

"But he refused. He only said that he would use his monthly salary to buy it for himself with his own efforts."

Gu Nuo'er smiled: "He's a boy with a backbone."

Li Xingzu wanted to be strong and ambitious since he was a child.

Gu Nuo'er thought that his rhetoric back then was just a childish joke, but he didn't expect that after so many years, he really worked hard to realize his dream.

impressive.

"Then giving him the land deed is definitely not an option. He won't even accept the weapons you gave him, let alone a house."

Gu Nuoer was thoughtful: "Then what should I give him..."

Ye Siming carried his wife to the bed, took off her shoes, and gently rubbed her ankles.

"It's just that I often ask him to come to my house for dinner. He must be happy to call Zhang Yuanyi by the way."

When Gu Nuoer heard the words, she suddenly opened her beautiful eyes: "Brother Siming means..."

Li Xingzu likes Zhang Yuanyi?

No one else noticed, but Ye Siming's observation skills were extremely keen.

As soon as Zhang Yuanyi appeared in the hall today, Li Xingzu sat up straight involuntarily.

Ye Siming sneered, "Young boy's thoughts are all about love."

After finishing speaking, he pressed Gu Nuo'er on the couch.

The bed curtain moved slightly, and there was the muffled sound of Ye Siming biting his earlobe—

"Also, how many times have I said that my name is Xianggong, not brother."

…

Early the next morning.

Zhang Yuanyi was busy in the kitchen.

She rarely cooks, after all, she is a rich lady.

The servants gathered around the door, trying to persuade them: "Miss, what do you want to eat, tell the servants, let the servants do it."

"Yeah, don't let the oil smoke smoke you!"

Zhang Yuanyi is making soup.

While controlling the heat with a fan, she said, "Don't worry, I'm just cooking the soup, it will be ready soon!"

Having said that.

But she gets up before dawn to make soup in the morning.

It has failed twice and this is the third time.

Ye Juefeng and Jiang Shiji passed by outside the kitchen, and Zhang Yuanyi hurriedly greeted them.

"Feng'er, Shiji, there is breakfast here, take it and eat first."

"When the meeting is over, accompany my aunt to deliver soup."

Jiang Shiji asked excitedly: "Is it for that little general Li?"

Zhang Yuanyi was taken aback, and said with a smile, "This is for Hu Hu."

"The weather has been dry recently, give him a supplement."

Ye Juefeng walked in, took a bun and took a bite.

He said calmly: "My father said that everything in Uncle Hu's mouth is delicious."

"Auntie, why do you have to do it yourself? It's better to buy soup and dishes in restaurants outside. He can't taste the difference."

Zhang Yuanyi said, "How can I do that? Hu Hu usually has no one to take care of him, so he is very lonely."

"I'll make some soup for him to taste. If he likes it, maybe he wants to drink it every day in the future!"

Seeing Zhang Yuanyi like this, Ye Juefeng shook his head slightly.

After Ye Juefeng and Jiang Shiji finished eating, Zhang Yuanyi didn't bother to eat breakfast, and took the two little guys out.

They went to Hu Ni's house and knocked on the door, but no one responded for a long time.