Chapter 9: Call me Uncle, or Ruoxian

On both sides of the hallway were luxurious European-style wall lamps. The man slowly approached, his face flickering, as if walking through the ancient palace, step by step towards his subjects who obeyed him.
Yan Yan opened his eyes suddenly, this momentum ... like the man who would take her away this afternoon!
"Are you hungry?" A beautiful and handsome face was exposed to the light, with a questioning look in his eyes.
Yan Ye thought for a moment that she had read it wrong.
"Yan Yan?" Lang Ruoxian saw her dull, and looked at the refrigerator behind her again. "I will explain tomorrow that they will prepare more food for pregnant women. You will have it tonight."
It's not easy to eat Yan Yan in the refrigerator, but she can't cook it herself.
"It doesn't matter." Yan Yan shook her head, thinking she was hungry.
Who knew Lang Ruoxian walked past her and took the apron to get the ingredients: "I cook bowl noodles for you."
Yan Yan froze. When she responded, the man had begun to cut onions, and the skilled knifeman was the person who could cook.
"Do you have any fears?" With his back to her, Lang Ruoxian's voice seemed a little vague at the boiling water temperature.
"No."
She is not, but she is very picky about the taste of food. The cooking of He's aunt seemed to Yan Yan to be unpalatable, but she never said it.
After all, I can't do it, so I'm not qualified to evaluate others.
"Are you afraid?" Lang Ruoxian didn't know when he turned around, Yan Yan could see his delicate features. Hmm ... just as pretty as myself.
"I'm just a bit uncomfortable." Yan Yan told the truth.
Lang Ruoxian's eyes flickered, and he suddenly stepped forward: "Not used to being a young grandma, or not ... alone?"
The man was less than one arm away from her, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a cold breath blew towards his face, Yan Yan could not help but take a nap.
"you……"
"Noodles are ready."
The light and shadow suddenly faded, and the eyes became warm and bright again. A bowl of chicken soup boiled noodles on the cooking table with a few slices of beef and greens.
"Thank you ..." Yan Zheng put away her mind, took a chopstick and took a bite. "It's delicious ..." No wonder.
Lang Ruoxian raised an eyebrow: "If your expression says the same, I'll believe it."
"At least better than me, isn't it!" Yan Yan smiled, "I won't even cook it"
She thinks her answer should not be faulty, who knows ...
"Then don't eat it." Next seconds, a pair of slender hands reached out.
Yan Yan stunned as he dumped his face into the trash.
"Li Bo!" The man hit the inside, and a few minutes later Li Bo hurried in with an aunt.
"Sorry Grandma Er, I was negligent, and I will definitely prepare supper for you tomorrow." The housekeeper Li apologized and asked the aunt to get something to eat.
Yan fisted her fists. When she first arrived, she called someone to cook in the middle of the night. What made others think ...
"Little Master?" Li Bo saw Lang Ruoxian still alive and thought he was hungry.
Lang Ruoxian turned to look at Yan Yan: "It's delicious, I'm full and go to bed early, I heard that lack of sleep is not good for the fetus." His gaze crossed her stomach, and the cold feeling came again Yan Yan bit her lip and stared directly at the man.
"Thank you, I will pay attention."
Not humble or overbearing, even with the taste of a little challenge.
Lang Ruoxian laughed and stepped away from the kitchen.
Aunt Lang's cooking is very good, at least Yan Yan thinks it is very delicious, and Xiao Xian, the youngest one, has a bowl.
Passing by the living room when I went back, I didn't expect Lang Ruoxian was still, as if someone was calling.
"Full?" Seeing her over, the man hung up the phone and asked politely with a smile.
Yan Yan showed a weird expression, thinking whether this guy was a snake ailment, how could his attitude change so much.
She nodded, not even bothering to go straight upstairs to return to the room.
After taking a few steps, she heard footsteps and knew that Lang Ruoxian followed, and the two went up the stairs one after the other.
"Mr. Lang, I'm your brother-in-law now. Isn't it good for you to go to my room so late?" Waiting on the second floor, Yan Yan suddenly turned and questioned him.
Lang Ruoxian looked at the woman with a cold look, and slowly raised his lips: "You have misunderstood, I will return to my own room."
Then, he went to the room next to Yan Yan and pushed open the door.
"And ... now that you say you are my brother-in-law, it's so embarrassing to call me Mr. Lang." Lang Ruoxian laughed with a smile under Yan's awkward expression
"Call me uncle, or if you want, call me ... Ruoxian."