She only regarded it as an excuse to give up her hope.book
It seems that she is still too self-righteous.
He doesn't even remember her anymore, so why can't he like someone else?
Zi Yan's shy look, and the doting expression on his face as he looked down at her...
She thought she was ready to withstand all the blows, but she didn't expect to come here. Even if he deliberately performed it for her, he would have succeeded.[
She finally accepted his amnesia.
But he fell in love with another woman, and she couldn't let herself accept this fact in a short time.
Lan Qingyue took in all her reactions. Seeing her shocked and dazed look, there was no trace of anger in his heart, and the inexplicable irritability came out again.
He frowned, he really hated this feeling.
Perhaps, only by saying more hurtful words will he feel better.
He looked down at the basket in her hand. As soon as she walked in, he smelled the sweet and rich aroma of osmanthus cake.
This woman is so shameless that she actually made something like this that only a humble mortal would eat. Does she think she will eat it if she shamelessly delivers it every day?
Huh, what a joke. If she really thinks so, she would be too naive.
"You made pastries again?"
He curled his lips and smiled, the smile on his lips was cold, with a clear hint of sarcasm. His long and graceful fingers gently opened the lid of the basket. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake had just been made, so it was still steaming.
When it is untied, the aroma becomes stronger and more attractive.
He began to feel inexplicably irritable again.
Damn it, how could he have an appetite for something that only a humble mortal could eat?
His face darkened, this damn woman's purpose was to get her to eat this kind of junk food, and he could never fulfill her wish.
However, Zi Yan, who was buried in his arms, smelled the aroma of osmanthus cake. She raised her head and looked at the osmanthus cake in the basket with eyes as clear as a deer. A smile appeared on her face, "Sister Lingyue, this osmanthus cake."
Did you make it? I remember Sister Lingyue’s craftsmanship has always been very good, and the things she makes are delicious. I have also eaten this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Among the best pastry shops in Yuecheng, none of them are as good as Sister Lingyue.
It’s made so beautifully that you’ll want to eat it just by smelling it.”
Lan Qingyue's eyes flickered slightly, she lowered her head and looked at Zi Yan lovingly. Her cold voice suddenly became extremely gentle. It was hard to believe that such a gentle voice was the same as the cold voice before.
The same person sent, "Zi Yan, do you want to eat?"
Zi Yan also looked at him tenderly, "Well, the osmanthus cake made by Sister Lingyue smells so good."
Lan Qingyue smiled and raised her head, "Miss Mu, are you going to give me this sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
Mu Lingyue guessed what he was going to say, and she nodded softly under the gaze of his red eyes.
"Then I really have to thank Miss Mu. Since this pastry was given to me, I am free to give it to whomever I want to eat it. Is that right?"[
She endured the emotions that were about to burst out in her heart, bit her lip, and nodded again.
Lan Qingyue raised her lips and smiled softly, "Okay, I won't be polite."
He reached into the basket and took out an osmanthus cake. He gently pulled off a piece with his long and beautiful fingers, then brought it to Zi Yan's lips and said softly, "Zi Yan, give it a try. Didn't you say you really want to eat it?"