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, just let me 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 had never known how to cook, wanted to learn from her today. It seemed that Long Qianqian had a great influence on him.
Fifth Aunt smiled: "Yes!"
In the guest room, a gentle breeze blew up the undrawn curtains.
The green potted Dieffenbachia on the windowsill looks 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 herself in a quilt and got out of bed, walking 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 with 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.
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.
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."