Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Lu Wei's face is a bit hot. It's not that she has no experience, but after being with Lan Yu, she may not have been in a long time. It was, and she took the initiative to raise it, so she was a little nervous.

She was afraid that he would reject her.

While waiting for her breath, Lan Yu nodded lightly, and then started the car.

He sent her back several times, so he knew where she lived.

Lu Wei is a very petty bourgeois woman, but compared with Qin Chen's extravagance at the time, it is really not worth mentioning.

Lan Yu entered her apartment for the first time. The apartment was not big, and it looked like 90 square meters, not like Qin Chen who lived in 200 square feet alone.

Moreover, the layout of Lu Wei's apartment is very warm, the kind of little women, Qin Chen is atmospheric, even if men move in, they will not be uncomfortable.

Lan Yu didn't realize that he was making comparisons unconsciously...or just found a reason to miss it.

He walked to the window, opened the curtains, and watched the night outside smoking quietly.

The night breeze was blowing, and it was a little hot on the surface.

Lu Wei turned on the air conditioner, brewed a cup of coffee and brought it over, and said softly: "I heard Kevin said that you like coffee. Try to see how I make it."

Lan Yu held the cigarette in one hand and the coffee in the other, frowned after sniffing.

"Why, doesn't it suit your appetite?" Lu Wei said worriedly.

Lan Yu's voice was a little light and shallow: "No! It's just that I'm used to making coffee by myself, but it's not suitable for others to make it."

Lu Wei himself was holding a cup, sipping it shallowly, filtering out the meaning of his words.

Lan Yu probably doesn't know what he really thinks, right-

Not only coffee, but only adapt to his own. Even in life, he probably wants to live alone.

She was just a springboard to him, anxious to get rid of the painful springboard of the past.

But she was willing to be this springboard, willing to fight for it.

Lu Wei is very beautiful, and now she returns home and puts down her long hair, and puts on her suffocating slippers, which is even more gentle.

She looked at the man in front of her, a little nervous: "I don't know if you can wear the bathrobe here."

Lan Yu tilted his head and thought for a moment: "If it is not convenient, I will go back."

"No." Lu Wei hugged him all of a sudden, put his face in his arms, and murmured: "Lan Yu, we finally got to this point, I don't want to let you go."

She looked up at him: "I want to be with you truly."

She was almost eager, "We are engaged and can live apart, but occasionally we can stay for one night, right?"

This is what a boy and girl friend should look like.

He looked at Lu Wei's eagerness and listened to what she said, stupefied that he had said these things himself.

Who are you talking about?

That woman who has no heart!

Lan Yu's eyes were stained with a gloomy color, and he smoked: "You take a bath first!"

Lu Wei's face was reddish, "Aren't you together?"

"No." Lan Yu's voice was a little hoarse: "I sleep on the sofa."

He doesn't plan to take a bath here, since he doesn't have a bathrobe, so forget it if it's inconvenient.

He was planning to get engaged to Lu Wei, but he really didn't come for the physiology of men and women.

In the face of such a beautiful Lu Wei, he has no eager hopes. He may be able to do it by hug and kiss, but he doesn't want it or he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want to force it to do it himself.

Lu Wei was stunned, and whispered hoarsely: "Lan Yu...I thought...we sleep together."