"That's good." Donnie breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll send you her address later."
The two sides hung up the phone, and Downey quickly sent him an address in Lyon, France.
"If you are in such trouble, just go back first and I will just keep an eye on you." Qin Lan waited for Jiao Yang to finish talking on the phone before speaking, "If you have any questions, I will teach you again."
"Okay, then I'll go back first." Jiao Yang extended his palm to him, "Anyway, you can come to me at any time if you need anything, just don't be polite to me."
"Okay." Qin Lan stretched out her palm and took his.
After saying goodbye to Qin Lan and leaving, Jiao Yang went downstairs and got into the car waiting downstairs, and rushed to the Waterfront Champs Elysees.
From the moment he got off the plane to now, he has been busy and has not even returned home.
Back at the Champs Elysees on the Waterfront, the driver dragged his luggage into the living room. Jiao Yang thanked him and let him leave. He casually hung his suit jacket on the hanger and walked to the refrigerator to get water.
He noticed Doraemon's refrigerator magnet on the refrigerator door, which was taking something out of his pocket, and he couldn't help but lose consciousness.
Jiao Yang raised his hand and took the note off the refrigerator sticker. It had Mo Bei's casual font on it.
"Doraemon, there is your favorite Dorayaki in the refrigerator. I made it myself. There are only three of them. They were a little missing. In fact, they were really terrible, so I had to throw them away."
Jiao Yang raised his hand and opened the refrigerator, and sure enough he saw three dorayaki on the beautiful Doraemon plate.
He took out the plate and took off the plastic wrap on it.
It was obvious that she had failed countless times to find these three dorayakis that were edible. For Mo Bei, who had never cooked before, it was difficult to make three decent dorayakis.
Know how much time is wasted.
Jiao Yang picked up one of them, brought it to his mouth, and took a small bite.
Unexpectedly, it tastes very good despite its mediocre appearance.
Slowly chewing the dorayaki in his hand, Mo Bei's face flashed before Jiao Yang's eyes again, imagining her cooking, and his heart ached again.
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It was already night in Beijing, but it was just afternoon in Rome.
After lunch, Luo Xiaoqian took a nap as usual.
She was lying on the pillow, her body was slightly arched, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and there was a faint flush on her face.
She was dreaming, a very strange dream.
In the dream, she was held tightly in a man's arms, and his kisses were hot all the way across her cheeks, her earlobes, her profile... He kept saying her name in his mouth.
"Xiao Qian...Xiao Qian...Xiao Qian..."
Then, the kiss fell on her lips.
It was an extremely crazy kiss, as if he wanted to swallow her whole, and it was an extremely lingering kiss, as if she was the love and everything of his life.
In the dream, she loves him.
Kiss him back, hug him, open your body to him, and do the most intimate things with him.
"Xiao Qian, I love you, do you love me?"
The man buried his face in her neck, panting and murmuring, and his voice was also very pleasant.
"..."
She wanted to call his name, but she couldn't. She just stretched out her hand and stroked his short hair.
The man's head slowly lifted from her neck, and Luo Xiaoqian could see his face clearly bit by bit.
The beard, the sexy thin lips raised upward, the arc of the smile is very beautiful, and a pair of eyes looked at her so brightly...
It turned out to be that chef.
Luo Xiaoqian was startled and opened her eyes suddenly.
