Qin Minglang picked up a small disposable spoon and put the soup into Li Huanyuan's mouth. Before putting it in, he kept his usual habit of blowing on it gently.
"Slow down, eat more. We haven't seen each other for just a few days, and you're already as thin as I want you to be?"
Li slowly spat at Qin Minglang, "Nothing serious!"
"What's the matter? I'm such a serious person, so there's nothing serious about it!"
Li slowly smiled without retorting, opened his mouth, and slowly fed Qin Minglang the soup and swallowed it.[
The soup is very warm, from the tip of the tongue, to the stomach, and then to the heart.
Although Qin Minglang was violent, he always felt a kind of warmth when facing her.
It's that soft feeling, just like the dim street lights at night, a little soft and a little warm.
Li slowly smiled softly, and then said: "Qin Minglang, this will remind me of my father."
Qin Minglang was stunned for a moment and realized that the father Li Xuanyuan mentioned was Gao Ce's father.
She was probably the only man in this world who was ever so kind to her.
However, Qin Minglang quickly changed the topic and said displeasedly: "Okay, wait, you actually indirectly said that I am old
Li slowly chuckled, and Qin Minglang's eyes suddenly softened when he saw Li's smile.
Qin Minglang slowly sent Li downstairs, then rode his motorcycle and left quickly.
Li slowly looked at Qin Minglang's back, feeling tender and considerate in his heart.
All the while, it warmed my whole body.
Li stood slowly for a while, then turned around with satisfaction and planned to go upstairs.
Qin Minglang appeared, and she no longer had any troubles.
However, one of Li Huanhuan's arms was grabbed by someone.
A familiar mean voice came into my ears: "So, he is really your new man!"
Li slowly turned around, as if he had been bitten suddenly, and saw Gao Ce's gloomy face.