"Then we'll go to have a meal first." He went to get one of her clothes and helped her dress up skillfully.

In fact, he hadn't used dinner yet, so he kept waiting for her to come back to have dinner together.

I didn’t expect that when I was taking a shower... I wasted some time, and now I’m using my late-night snack.

The two went downstairs together.

There will be special duty in the kitchen.

However, this time, Long Yanlie did not call the chef to cook food, but at this graceful moment, he personally made a fine snack for his beloved woman.

Ahem —

Don't underestimate him.

He has been abroad for nearly ten years and has studied all kinds of things. He likes to live alone for a while. Sometimes when he has time, he also makes some food by himself.

Therefore, he can still make simple late-night snacks.

Fang Xueyan was tired and hungry. She ate whatever he did. I don’t know if he was really delicious or if she was hungry.

Anyway, not bad.

One fried rice with eggs.

A fresh minced meat rice noodles.

The fried rice is not greasy at all, and the rice grains are just chewy; the rice noodles have a lighter taste, but they won't look unpalatable, but they can be eaten a little more.

After the two of them finished their meal, they held hands and walked out together, facing the refreshing evening breeze, and walked in the garden under the night.

"Go to the company with me tomorrow?" Long Yanlie asked.

Fang Xueyan shook her head, slowly withdrew her hand when he held it, picked a leaf and put it in between her nose and smelled it.

No taste.

"I don't want to go, I'm still at home, or go shopping, and it's boring to go to the company."

"Then can you help me?"

"You still lack helpers?" She raised her eyebrows to look at him.

Long Yanlie chuckled, stretched out his hand and put it on her shoulder, gently embraced her shoulder, "It's really not a shortage, but I will miss you."

Fang Xueyan gently turned her head and leaned against his chest, "I can't be so irritated that I didn't think... you still like sugar-coated shells."

In the past, I always felt that this man was calm and serious as if the word "feeling" was nothing in his eyes.

Later, I realized that the more people who have no feelings on the surface, the more passionate they are in their hearts.

Once such a person bursts out his inner emotions, he will be unstoppable.

But, is this luck or misfortune?

"It's not sugar-coated shells, it's from the heart." He lowered his head, his chin gently pressed against her hair, smelled her fragrant hair, and reached out and held her hand and placed it on his beating left heart. "That's what I feel here."

Fang Xueyan looked at him with a faint smile, without saying a word.

The evening breeze came slowly, and the two of them snuggled together.

Perhaps, at this moment, the two people are in different states of mind.

"The wind is a bit strong, let's go back." Long Yanlie waited for a while, but did not wait for her positive response, and was not disappointed.

It has been progressing to get here.

If the two people are separated by a hundred steps, let alone one step, even if as long as she is willing to take half a step, then the remaining ninety-nine and a half steps are willing to travel all the way.

Sooner or later, his heart will be close to her heart.

In the past three years, she has a son, and in the next three years, she may be able to get her heart.

As long as he keeps her by his side, he doesn't believe that he can't dig the corner of his heart.

"Yeah, go back." Fang Xueyan nodded.

The two went back to the room together.
Chapter completed!