There was bright sunlight shining in from the window, hiding half of Song Lan's face in the darkness. She lowered her head, her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were fragments of light in the trance, dancing and flickering in it. He Chaozhi looked slightly fascinated.
, raised his hand and caressed her cheek.
The delicate and soft skin under his palms felt a little cold, and He Chaozhi clearly felt Song Lan's cheeks trembling slightly. Then he lowered his head to meet Song Lan's somewhat sad and tangled eyes. He suddenly leaned over and pressed her lips gently.
This kiss was very gentle. It was not as domineering and aggressive as before, but was gentle with a hint of caution. The kiss was not long. After a few seconds, Song Lan's face turned slightly red. In the dark pupils, He Chaozhi's handsome face appeared.
, gradually becomes smaller.
"Lanlan, please remember that in this matter, you and I are the most innocent and the ones who should stand together the most. The elders should resolve their own past and stop being influenced by your aunt and your mother's emotions.
It's about to change." Song Lan, the general of the He Dynasty, said with a serious face.
Are they the most innocent? They should be together the most?
Song Lan pursed her lips gently, and the haze filled with complex emotions in her eyes slowly dissipated. It took a long time before she breathed out softly.
He stretched out his arms and hugged He Chaozhi's waist. The familiar smell and warm embrace made Song Lan's tense emotions suddenly relax.
Yes, they are the most innocent ones. They are influenced by the emotions of the previous generation. They are like puppets and do not dare to have any personal emotions.
But at this moment, Song Lan was willing to listen to He Chaozhi's words.
The two hugged each other for a few minutes. Song Lan and He Chaozhi both calmed down. He Chaozhi rubbed the top of Song Lan's soft hair and suddenly smiled again, "Okay, I'll take you to eat delicious food."
Song Lan reluctantly left He Chaozhi's arms. When she looked up, she happened to see He Chaozhi turning sideways and preparing to start the vehicle. His strong and smooth jawline, beautiful and three-dimensional nose bridge, and his lips with their own color, slightly
Create a nice arc.
Song Lan's heartbeat subconsciously skipped a beat. It must be said that He Chaozhi was very beautiful, even a bit evil.
He Chaozhi took Song Lan to a very lively hot pot restaurant. I heard that this hot pot restaurant has a history of a hundred years, and the chef who cooked it was praised by an emperor in his ancestors, so it is also very famous in the entire Night City.
"Can you eat spicy food?" He Chaozhi handed the menu to Song Lan. He suddenly remembered that when the two of them had dinner before, Song Lan always accommodated his taste. He didn't seem to know Song Lan's food preferences very well.
Song Lan subconsciously ordered a medium-spicy pot base, and heard He Chaozhi's addition in his ears, "Add another mushroom soup base, mandarin duck pot, my girlfriend doesn't like spicy food very much."
After Song Lan finished ordering, he looked up at He Chaozhi and met his pair of fox eyes that could drown a person. He was smiling. The fox eyes were curved. It was so beautiful.
She blinked and handed him the menu she had ordered, "Add a serving of shiitake mushrooms. I heard shiitake mushrooms are good for your eyes."
He Chaozhi was stunned for a second, not understanding what she meant by "Shiitake mushrooms are good for the eyes", but he still nodded and asked the waiter to add a serving of Shiitake mushrooms.
"He Chaozhi, you should stop smiling at others outside." Song Lan picked up the teapot on the table and ironed the bowls and chopsticks for He Chaozhi first, without thinking, and said casually.
He Chao didn't seem to understand what she meant. He hardly smiled at others. He reached out and pinched Song Lan's little face and sighed, "I should tell you this, you are very popular outside. , I’m really afraid that another Han Zicheng will pop up.”
His sigh fell in Song Lan's ears, and she had the illusion of resenting her husband. She ironed the dishes and turned her head to look at He Chaozhi. Just as she was about to comfort him, out of the corner of her eye she saw a man wearing a peaked cap outside the wide open door of the box opposite. , a woman in a black suit walked over.
She frowned, that woman looked... much like Shen Yingxue?
He Chaozhi saw her stunned and followed her gaze. A waiter outside the door walked into the box carrying a basin of mandarin duck pot bottom.
"What are you looking at?" He Chaozhi stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her, then he came close to her stunned face and gave her a kiss.
Song Lan looked away, thought for a moment, then turned to look at He Chaozhi, "He Chaozhi, is Shen Yingxue still in the mental hospital now?"
The waiter who was silently serving the two of them had just taken a bite of dog food off guard, and a mouthful of old blood had not spurted out yet. He saw the handsome man in front of him coaxing his girlfriend in a low voice, and couldn't help but feel envious.
These days, singles are abused wherever they go.
Song Lan didn't notice the resentful look from the waiter beside her, and only listened carefully to what He Chaozhi said in her ear: "I heard that Shen Yingxue's cousin abroad came back a week ago and took her abroad for recuperation. I sent her there The person who monitored her came back and said that Shen Yingxue followed her and left obediently."
The departure of Shen Yingxue, the time bomb, made Song Lan slightly relieved.
She might have really seen it wrong just now!
This hot pot meal surprised Song Lan. He Chaozhi, the uncle, actually personally seasoned Song Lan, prepared the dishes, prepared the dishes, and served her comfortably. Song Lan had an inexplicable feeling of being a transformed serf who had the mood to sing. Strange feeling.
"Stop being busy. The tripe in your bowl is getting cold. Eat it quickly." Song Lan put the hot tripe into He Chaozhi's bowl, wrapped it in the toppings, and handed it to He Chaozhi who was busy serving the dishes. On He Chaozhi's lips.
He Chaozhi was about to eat when he saw a figure walking in from the corner of his eye. The sound of high heels hitting the floor also alerted Song Lan next to him.
"Vera Song?" Song Lan looked at Vera Song, who was standing on Hentiangao, and stopped across the table, frowning slightly, a little surprised that she bumped into this small world rudely.
Vera Song's expression was a little strange, as if she was angry, and she seemed to want to force a smile to face the two of them. After a minute, before He Chaozhi lost his temper and chased them away, she finally adjusted her mood and bowed to Song Lan and He Chaozhi. A bow.
"Mr. He, Miss Song, I was the one who was rude to you before. I hope you two can be kind and don't ruin my life."
He Chaozhi didn't speak, but Song Lan looked confused. She blinked and took a look at Song Weila's dress. She was very open-minded. It was obviously the end of autumn. She was also wearing a thin skirt that covered her hips, which fully showed off her protrusion. She has the advantage of a curvy figure, and the makeup on her face is very delicate, but the more she looks at her, the more inflated she feels.
"If you want to congratulate me, you can always show your respect and go around me once." Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, Song Weila directly knelt down to He Chaozhi and lowered her head, as if if He Chaozhi didn't agree, she would kowtow to him.
