Chapter 1491: 1521 There is a terminal illness, I want to fall in love 8

Chapter 1491 1521 There is a terminal illness, called want to fall in love 8
Long Yan hung up his earphones and chatted while driving. Both of them refused to mention the accident that happened before: "What song is playing on your side, it sounds good, and the cooing sound of boiling water, all my greedy bugs Hooked up."
The kitchen was facing the spacious floor-to-ceiling glass window, Yan Qing glanced at the falling snow outside the window, his lips twitched, and hummed softly: ""Come丨The丨Harvest", a song I like very much. It is relatively unpopular, but very It sounds good."
"It sounds really nice."
Long Yan listened all the way, listened to Yan Qing's voice, and accompanied by the background music, he felt that the whole world was full of warmth, warmed up from his heart, through the phone, he seemed to see the steaming kitchen over there. Picture.
He heard the sound of the knife rising and falling again, and couldn't help being curious: "Brother Yan, what are you cutting?"
"Chop the meat and prepare to make egg dumplings."
"You can buy these hot pot ingredients in the supermarket. If it is not enough, I can buy them in the supermarket now."
"The ones I made are much better than those bought in the supermarket."
He made hot pot, from the bottom of the hot pot to the ingredients, all by himself, especially when Long Yan was on the way, he made it more delicately, and the process of preparing the hot pot seemed to have filled all the holes in his heart.
"It's over."
"how?"
"There was a traffic jam in front of me. It was quite heavy. It was 11:30 in the evening when the traffic jam became like this, I was convinced."
"No hurry, the hot pot will not be ready for a while, and the ribs soup will be simmered for another hour."
But I want to see your impatient!
Long Yan stopped the car, bit the green apple, spit out in his heart while eating, couldn't help but honked the horn, hurry up, the patience of this young master at the moment is only 0.00001...
"It looks like a car accident happened ahead, and the car skidded on a snowy day."
Long Yan probed the probe, trying to turn the front of the car, but there were several cars behind him, he was blocked in the middle, and there was no way forward.
The streets on both sides are dressed up by Christmas trees. Although Christmas has not yet arrived, the Christmas atmosphere can be seen in the streets and lanes.
"That's even slower."
"Well, listen to you, anyway, I can only be trapped now, waiting to clear the road as soon as possible and restore traffic."
Long Yan waited for a full ten minutes and was still stuck on the road. It was almost violent. I wonder if Xiaoye's patience has become zero now? He vomited: "It seems that I can't eat hot pot tonight. I am destined to spend the night in the car."
"Should I send a helicopter to pick you up?"
"Okay, but there doesn't seem to be a place where the helicopter can land. It's okay. Give me a rope and I can climb into the helicopter."
Ever since, Yan Qing really made a phone call to let the helicopter pass, but the helicopter hadn’t come over, and the road was clear. Long Yan hey: "You can go now. I have started the motor and told the helicopter not to come. Picked up, it's so cold."
"Be careful not to run the red light again, or your driver's license will not be guaranteed."
"Ok."
Yan Qing never talked on the phone. He didn't expect to talk about irrelevant things late at night, but he didn't want to hang up at all.
The mood has never been so good.
Fresh and tender egg dumplings, soft-hearted cheese rice cakes, and springy shrimp were all treated like a lover by him. They were served on delicate and stylish plates and placed on standby. They seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Placed next to it, it turned out to be a nice look.
Looking out the window, imagining the picture of Long Yan coming to him with full force, I was a little eagerly looking forward to it. The mood of waiting for my sweetheart is like the boiling soup in a hot pot...
(End of this chapter)