The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 1488 Chapter 1520 There is a terminal illness called wanting to fall in love 7
"...Bitch, you're kidding me!"

Long Yan said frantically and excitedly: "In other words, it's a terminal illness called death if you don't fall in love. I can't sleep at all. I count to one thousand, and the more I count, the more excited I get! I kissed someone forcibly today!! !"

Yan Shuo cooperated and said, "Then hurry up!"

"Yan Shuo, what do you think your first love feels like?"

"How do I know? I've never had a first love, but I don't say all those literary and artistic sentences. First love is like the taste of green apples, a little sour, a little bit astringent, scratching the heart and disturbing the lungs. What is the process of guessing the heart, oh, the world The most painful sweetness in the world..."

Long Yan suddenly fell off the bed, ran to the living room and opened the refrigerator, but there was no green apple in it, "I don't have any green apples at home, I'll go buy one and try it, hang it up first."

Yan Shuo looked at the hung up phone and complained, "Isn't this crazy? I said it smells like green apples, and she's going to buy apples? Then I said it smells like shit, what is she going to do?"

Long Yan directly wrapped a white down jacket over his pajamas, picked up the car keys, and braved the wind and snow to find several supermarkets that were closed. He visited almost half of the city's fruit stores and supermarkets before he found one A 24-hour supermarket has green apples.

He bought 10 of them in one go, took a mouthful as soon as he paid the bill, wiped them casually, and put them in his mouth.

Teeth clenched and rattled.

Sour, sweet, and a little astringent!
Anyway, it tastes good!
Long Yan carried a bag of green apples, rushed to the street, got into the car, and started the car.

Suddenly I wanted to call Yan Qing!

Don't care about him, the moment the call was connected, after a long time of deliberation, she made the most normal voice, and even pretended to whistle like usual: "Brother Yan, what are you doing?"

"Cook hot pot."

Yan Qing pressed the hands-free button, put his phone aside, and was busy in the kitchen with great interest.

He likes to cook when he is in a particularly good mood or in a particularly bad mood. Tonight, the housekeeper couldn't guess whether he was in a good mood or a bad mood?

Anyway, at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, a person touched the kitchen, rolled up half of his sleeves, and cooked hot pot in the middle of the night.

The butler watched from a distance. In this world, he had never seen a person perform the cooking process as if he was performing an elegant art, or an indescribable feeling.

Every ingredient is like the tenderest lover in his hands, treated tenderly by him.

Every time I watch my husband cook, I feel that it is an ultimate enjoyment. The calmness of the gestures is very emotional.

Especially every time he cooks, he likes to play some warm songs. Tonight's "Come丨The丨Harvest", the tune is like a gentle heartbeat. On a winter night covered with frost and snow, let People's hearts are extremely warm.

"Want to eat?"

Long Yan rubbed his belly: "It seems that I have digested everything I had for dinner."

Yan Qing only said two words, his low voice was unusually gentle: "Come here?"

Long Yan hesitated for a long time, her heart had already flown there, she kissed Brother Yan forcefully, and Brother Yan was willing to invite her to eat hot pot, what does this mean?
Long Yan thought wildly, finally gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay!"

Long Yan turned the car around and went straight to Yan's house.

"It's snowing, and I'm worried about driving."

"Don't tell me, I was caught by the traffic police tonight, I was deducted 6 points, and I was trained like a grandson."

"what happened?"

"It's a trivial matter, just ran a few red lights."

(End of this chapter)