Passionate Devotion

Chapter 1492 1522 Miss you, it hurts 1

As if waiting for a century, he finally found that the car's low beams were flashing in front of him. Long Yan parked the car slowly in the yard, rubbing his hands and ran in in the wind and snow. He breathed and stepped on twice. Foot, trample off the snow under your feet.

Yan Qing felt that at that moment, the world was complete.

He raised his lips and smiled restrained, making no secret of this moment.

He walked over and patted the snow on the broken hair of Long Yan's head, the movement of flowing water.

"It's not easy to drive on the road, right? I told you to slow down. Seeing your speed, I definitely didn't take it seriously."

"Hey, let's not say, just now on the suburban road, the car really skidded, but fortunately I have good driving skills."

Yan Qing watched him carry a bag of green apples in his hand: "Not sour?"

Long Yan shook the green apple: "It tastes good, why not try one?"

"Let it go, it will be Christmas Eve in a few days, and now everyone is buying red apples, you are ingenious."

"Hey, I ran to the capital before buying it. Is the hot pot okay? I was starved to death. I couldn't help drooling when I heard the sound of boiling water on the phone."

"Go wash your hands."

"Row."

Yan Qing brought the mandarin duck red and white hot pot out and placed it in the dining room. Then he made two small butterfly sauces, took a bottle of sake, poured two glasses of wine, and set aside the small speaker that played warm music. next to.

Long Yan walked to the table. The table was attached to the floor-to-ceiling window. The snow and Christmas tree outside the window were printed. There were some colorful lights on the Christmas tree.

"Brother Yan, your family has a Christmas tree so early?"

"My friend went to the mountain to chop it, and it looked good, so he gave me one."

"Why is there a little fire dragon hanging on it?"

Long Yan's eyes were good, and the little red fire dragon, wearing a Christmas hat, seemed like a shadow under the flashing of the colorful lights.

"The decorations are all made by the butler, so what's the problem with Little Fire Dragon?" Yan Qing smiled meaningfully.

"Very...good!" It's just hitting my surname! Long Yan was amused, staring at him and asked: "Can I start eating?"

"Eat it."

Long Yan sandwiched the shrimp, dipped in the sauce, took two bites and gave it a thumbs up, then took another bite, and whispered: "Brother Yan, when it comes to cooking, I have only served one person. Really, who treats you? Marrying home will satisfy your stomach for the rest of your life. Oh no, marrying you, you will surely be able to grab your stomach. Oh, I forgot that you are already married, and my sister-in-law is not shallow!"

"Incoherent?" Yan Qing picked up the glass and took a sip of wine.

Even if he never said anything about the bite before, the atmosphere between the two people was a little bit excited and nervous. Yan Qing leaned back and was vaguely happy: "Try this egg dumpling, special Made for you."

There are five egg dumplings in the hot pot, four of them are normal egg dumplings, and one of them is heart-shaped. Yan Qing picked it up and put it in his bowl: "Taste the taste."

"Huh?" Long Yan looked down. The egg dumplings in the bowl were heart-shaped. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he skipped the hot pot, just this one. Don't blame him for thinking too much. He glanced at Yan Qing. At a glance, he suddenly suffocated a non-brained sentence: "You give me your heart to eat? Just this one, I will eat... OK?"

"Huh? Don't want to eat it? Then give it back to me." Yan Qing said, and put the dumplings into himself.

"Damn! Are you really taking it?" Long Yan shouted, eyes quick and hands fast, and suddenly stopped Yan Qing's chopsticks to prevent him from succeeding, and quickly stuffed the egg dumplings into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)