Chapter 1490: 1520 There is a terminal illness, I want to fall in love 7

Chapter 1490 1520 There is a terminal illness, called want to fall in love 7
"...Bitch, tease me!"
Long Yan frantically said with excitement: "In other words, there is a terminal illness called, not falling in love, I will die. I can't sleep at all. The sheep of the genus counts to a thousand, and the more I count, the more excited!"
"Which girl do you like? To put it straight, I will pack it for you now and send it to your bed, so that you can fall in love with you and sleep steadily!"
"I gave someone a strong kiss today!!!"
Yan Shuo cooperated with him and said: "Then get on top quickly!"
"Yan Shuo, how do you feel about first love?"
"How do I know? I haven't had a first love, but those literary sour sentences don’t say that first love is like the taste of a green apple, a bit sour, a bit astringent, scratching the heart and disturbing the lungs, what is the process of guessing the heart, oh, the world The most painful sweetness..."
Long Yan suddenly fell out of bed, ran to the living room and opened the refrigerator. There were no green apples in it. "I don't have any green apples in my house. I will buy one and try it first."
Yan Shuo looked at the hung up phone and complained, "Isn't this crazy? I said the smell of green apples, he is going to buy apples? Then I said it smells like shit, what is he going to do?"
Long Yan wrapped a white down jacket directly on the outside of his pajamas, took the car keys, and braved the wind and snow to find several supermarkets that have been closed. He visited fruit shops and supermarkets in almost half of the city before he found them. There are green apples in a 24-hour non-opening supermarket.
He bought 10 of them in one go, took a sip as soon as he paid the bill, wiped it and gave it to his mouth.
The teeth rattled.
Sour and sweet, and a bit 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!
Regardless of his three-seven-one, the moment the call was connected, he made the most normal sound after brewing for a long time, and pretended to whistle as usual: "Brother Yan, what are you doing?"
"Cooking hot pot."
Yan Qing pressed the hands-free button, put the phone next to him, and was busy in the kitchen with great interest.
He likes to cook when he is in a particularly good or bad mood. Tonight, the housekeeper can't guess whether he is in a good mood or a bad mood?
Anyway, at 11 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 cooking, acting like an elegant art, or an indescribable feeling.
Every food material is like the gentlest lover in his hand, treated with tenderness by him.
Every time I watch my husband cook, I feel that it is an ultimate enjoyment, the kind of calm and leisurely gestures, especially emotional.
In particular, he loves to play some warm songs every time he cooks. Tonight’s "Come丨The丨Harvest", the tune is like being gently moved by the heart. On a winter night with frost and snow, let People's hearts are extremely warm.
"Would you like to eat?"
Long Yan touched his belly: "It looks like I have digested everything I ate for dinner."
Yan Qing only said two words, in a deep voice, unusually gentle: "Come here?"
"Row!"
Long Yan turned around and headed straight to the Yanjia.
"It's snowing, 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 as a grandson."
"what happened?"
"It's a trivial matter, just running a few red lights."
(End of this chapter)