Chapter 1485: 1515 There is a terminal illness, I want to fall in love 2

Chapter 1485 1515 There is a terminal illness, called want to fall in love 2
The gentleman Yan Qing opened the car door for her, and after watching her car leave, he took a deep look at the car a few meters away, his thoughts were complicated, and he didn't know the purpose of this kid's coming today.
In the past, whenever he had something, Long Yan would call the first time, but this time the wife broke out. For 68 hours, he didn't have a phone call, and he didn't come over, so Yan Qing felt a little bit emotional. Irritable.
He suspected that Long Yan didn't want to interact with him again because he guessed that he was gay.
Seeing his car appear in front of me like this, I felt uncomfortable, as if he was relieved and heavier.
He stood with his hand in his hand and didn't walk towards the car;
Long Yan sat in the car, but did not get out of the car and walked towards him.
The two confronted each other for a long time...
Until a heavy snow of goose feathers floated in the sky and fell on Yan Qing's shoulders, he was wearing a black wool coat, and a thin layer of snowflakes was printed on his shoulders under the street lamp.
Long Yan suddenly started the car, quickly backed up, reversed, and walked away under Yan's frowned brow.
Nothing, it feels like Yan Qing standing in the wind and snow is so handsome that his heart is boiling with blood. When he looks at it, he can't help but rush out of the car and ran over to kiss him hard. For the first time he thought The urge to kiss a man, this urge made him feel a little shameful and a little shy.
Therefore, he ran away.
Yan Qing's bright heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
Looking up at the goose feather university, a bitter-like arc flashed from the corner of his mouth. Snow fell on his eyelashes, flashing a scratch on the bottom of his eyes. He put his hands in his coat pockets and quietly looked at the goose feather snow in the dark night. .
"Sir, it's snowing, won't you enter the house?
The butler clinging to a black umbrella walked over, the wind and snow above his head, but Yan Qing's heart, could not feel the warmth and chill, just like this world.
"You go in, I'll be alone for a while."
"Sir, take your umbrella."
Yan Qing took the umbrella and sent away the housekeeper, standing alone under the snow, sad.
A dazzling high beam suddenly came from his ear, so bright that people couldn't open his eyes, and he subconsciously blocked it with his hand.
The harsh sound of the wheels rubbing the ground almost broke through the eardrums, the car braked sharply, and stopped in front of him, a head poking out from the car window.
No, more than half of the body to be precise.
Long Yan leaned out more than half of his body and was caught off guard, printing his lips on his lips.
Because his body inertia did not control his strength, his teeth slammed on his lips, and Yan Qing frowned with pain. The cool lips had already bitten his lower lip and sucked hard. Yan Qing did not react at all. What happened, the cold lips have faded like tide...
Long Yan suddenly retracted the car, started the car, and with a swish, the car disappeared to the end of darkness.
In the whole world, there was only a goose-yellow street lamp, heavy snow in the sky, and a man with one hand holding an umbrella and one hand in his coat pocket. His brain was blank, all blank.
For a long time, Yan Qing never recovered.
His eyes fixedly looked at the direction of the car's disappearance, letting a drop of blood pouring from his lips hit his bright leather boots!
Let the heart of the left atrium plop, plop, plop...
The sound is getting louder and louder, the more I think about it, the louder and louder, it overwhelms all the noise in the world, all...
Like the slow motion of a movie, a piece of snowflakes slowly fell on his lips. He slowly stretched out his tongue and licked the bitten lower lip. The smell of blood seemed to be a bit cold, no, there seemed to be something else. taste……
(End of this chapter)