The fifth aunt's slightly older face was full of gratitude. Long Henyang turned away and walked towards the kitchen.
"Come here and teach me how to cook."
He is not a kind person. The fifth aunt is a servant personally selected by his mother Li Wanyu. She has been in the Long family for more than ten years. Fortunately, Qianqian is fine this time, so he can find a reason to forgive her.
The fifth aunt was stunned and couldn't believe what she heard.
"Master, I will do it."
What others cook is always what others cook. No matter how unpalatable it is, Long Qianqian will still eat it all.
He looked at the things in the refrigerator and said, "Aunt Wu, is there anything that is easy to learn and delicious?"
Her young master, who has never known how to cook, wants to learn from her today. It seems that Long Qianqian has a great influence on him.
Fifth Aunt smiled: "Yes!"
In the guest room, a gentle breeze blew up the unclosed curtains. The green potted Dieffenbachia on the window sill became even more beautiful.
The room was filled with the smell of love. The woman on the bed only had her head exposed, and her body was covered by the soft bed quilt.
She moved, her beautiful eyelashes fluttered a few times, and when she saw the unfamiliar environment, she sat up suddenly.
Her head hurt and her whole body felt weak. She lifted the quilt and found that her whole body was naked and full of evidence of passion.
It turned out that it was not a dream, it was real. Long Henyang really came back, but...when I woke up, he was not around.
Has he left again?
Long Qianqian wrapped the quilt around her body and got out of bed. She walked barefoot to the window. The sky gradually turned dark, and the scenery in the distance was hazy and hard to see clearly.
She had slept for such a long time, her eyes were averted, and there was a lingering sadness between her brows.
She once believed in Wen Ai so much, but that carefree and chatty woman was plotting against her every step of the way.
Why did she cry so sadly when Yicheng died, and why did Long Henyang come so quickly when she took refuge in her?
Now she has figured out many things.
From time to time, some of her ears recalled what Long Henyang said when her consciousness was weak.
He loves her! He really is in love with her!
But his words caused her to feel an inexplicable throbbing.
She smiled bitterly, tightened the corner of the quilt, and sniffed. Her nose was so clogged that she felt a sudden coldness under her feet.
Turning around, she suddenly froze, looking at the man standing at the door with blurred eyes.
A moderately wide forehead, thick sword-shaped eyebrows, a pair of aggressive amber eyes, a straight nose, a resolute handsome face, and sexy thin lips.
A pair of well-fitting home clothes covered his strong and strong body.
Perhaps she had never taken a good look at him. When she looked back, she stood there motionless, staring at him intently.
Long Henyang was holding something simple, easy to make and delicious that he learned from his fifth aunt, egg fried rice.
When he caught a glimpse of her exposed lotus feet, his expression instantly turned cold.
Putting down the bowl of fried rice with eggs, he walked closer to Long Qianqian who was already stunned, his deep voice filled with doting reproach.
"Long Qianqian, are you planning to die of illness? The ground is so cold and you are barefoot."
After saying that, he picked her up and put her on the bed together with the thin quilt. He wrapped her little feet tightly, moving quickly but not rudely.
Long Qianqian felt the corners of her eyes heat up, and two lines of crystal tears slid down her cheeks to her ears.
His pale and dry lips moved, and his voice was hoarse and weak. "Brother, I thought you left again."
Sorry, the next chapter is pasted out of order, some sections are repeated, some sections are not pasted, but I can’t modify it, so I can only leave it like that, everyone, please forgive me. Dear friends, you can ignore it.