"No need, you guys go down!" After saying that, Feng Yan took Su Hanyan's hand and walked towards the kitchen.
Su Hanyan's hand was tightly held by him, and a warm current penetrated her skin from the palm of his hand and slowly spread it into her body.
I really want the corridor ahead to be endless, and I really want to keep holding hands with him.
"What do you want to eat?" Su Hanyan asked after entering the kitchen.
Feng Yan couldn't bear to tired her, so he smiled and replied, "Face."
“Pasta?”
"No, just a bowl of noodles is enough."
Su Hanyan pointed to the round stool in front of the tidying table and signaled him to sit down and wait for her.
The light in the kitchen was very warm, and Feng Yan sat there casually, chasing the busy figure.
At this time, it started raining outside at some point, and dense raindrops hit the windows with a "rake" sound.
"It's raining," Su Hanyan turned on the fire and brought up the pot with water.
On the other end, Feng Yan looked at her back and said, "Yes! It's raining."
The water in the pot was slowly heated up. Su Hanyan looked at the tiny bubbles in the water, thinking that they were quiet now, and they were really like an old couple.
She remembered a song, and there was a line that said, the most romantic thing was to grow old with you.
She savored this sentence word by word in her heart, and suddenly her throat choked and the corners of her eyes became hot.
Sentimentality has never been her style.
But today is so special that she tastes the taste of pain and despair so truly.
The last time it should be the day my mother passed away.
"The water is boiling..."
Suddenly, the gentle and low magnetic voice of a man was remembered in her ears.
She was shocked and didn't dare to wipe her scorching eyes. She just hurried to the refrigerator, opened the door and took out the silver silk noodles.
"Go and sit there!" She didn't dare to see him.
Feng Yan did not return to the position just now, but he still dodged to the side, afraid that she would get scalded in panic.
Su Hanyan's cooking skills are very good, so a bowl of fragrant fried eggs is a pediatric department for her.
"Ayan, your requirements are really low. Although it's very late, I can still make delicious food." Su Hanyan was busy, concealing his anxiety in a light tone.
"After a while, I will enjoy my delicacy carefully."
"What?" Su Hanyan turned around and looked at Feng Yan staring at her with desire, and her face suddenly became hot.
"You can't let my mother down." Feng Yan said meaningfully again.
This time, Su Hanyan understood completely, but just smiled subconsciously.
After the noodles were prepared, Feng Yan sat down and carried the noodles with chopsticks, and Su Hanyan sat down beside him.
"Tonight is very beautiful..." Su Hanyan listened to the dripping sound of rain and held her chin with her hands, "Ayan, I will remember tonight in the future."
“Is it because of those jacaranda?”
"Well! Maybe..." She lowered her head and thought, not forgetting that it was because of him.
If a person can really choose to lose his memory anytime and anywhere, then she will choose to remember only one person, Feng Yan.
It turned out that this man not only entered her life, but also entered her heart.
It was just that subtle possession that she ignored and thought she never cared about this man.
As a result, she became concerned and sad.
I care about it because of my love, but I feel sad because of my loss that may come.
PS: Because the new book has delayed the update, please forgive me, babies, thank you for your unyielding resignation to Feng Shao. The silent and deep series of articles "The President Husband, Super Powerful!" "Sweetheart: Uncle, Get Married" is as exciting,