Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Lan Yu held the phone and said straightforwardly: "Come here tomorrow night, and I will meet Rongyue with you the next morning."

Qin Chen was a little puzzled. He hesitated and asked, "Then tomorrow night, will I take Rong Yue with him?"

Lan Yu was in a bad mood, standing in front of the French windows, watching the thick night outside.

Rolling up the tie with one hand, his voice was a little soft: "Because I want to have **** with you tomorrow night, is this answer satisfactory?"

Qin Chen's answer was to hang up the phone directly, so Lan Yu's mood became even worse.

He returned late, and the servants habitually did not cook for him, nor did he eat outside. Originally, he planned to come back to have dinner with Qin Chen. He was very hungry at the moment, but he had no intention of doing it alone.

Especially the ingredients in the refrigerator were mostly thrown away by him.

When in a bad mood, the man smokes harder.

Lan Yu finished smoking two cigarettes and coughed a few times before remembering that he had smoked too much recently.

Thinking about the fate of Zhou Chongguang's goods, he felt that he shouldn't smoke anymore.

He and Qin Chen didn't sign a prenuptial agreement. If he accidentally died, wouldn't it happen to her?

If you don't know how to use his legacy to find two handsome and strong young guys!

Just thinking about it this way, Lan Yu's tooth hurts a bit, and he feels that he needs to be healthy.

After pressing the cigarette, I went into the kitchen, indeed hesitated for a moment, and finally made three fresh noodles.

He didn't like the taste of Sanxian noodles before, but the spoiled Qin Chen liked it.

He felt that her appetite was a little abnormal, whether it was before or after the amnesia. Just as before, where is there a person who drinks more than 10,000 cups of coffee and is called a takeaway of fried chicken?

Now I am amnesia, and the taste is quite light.

Lan Yu felt a little bit uncomfortable in his heart.

He made Sanxian noodles, and after watching it for a long time, he took a picture of it ridiculously.

Send to Moments, or do you want to send it to someone? He couldn't be more clear in his heart.

But in the end it was still not posted. Is it interesting to post it?

Tell Mrs. Lan that he is behaved at home and never went out at all?

Lan Yu would not do such a thing.

He ate the noodles quickly, took a shower upstairs, and lay on the luxurious bed before nine o'clock.

This is the first time in these three years.

But, lying on such a big bed alone, it is inevitable to be a little lonely.

Lan Yu's hand was on his eyelids, thinking of the relationship with Qin Chen last night.

Different from that time of compulsion, she occasionally took the initiative last night, at least in addition to pain, she is pleasant and enjoyable.

The reason why she agreed to his marriage contract was probably because his skill and flesh made her less unbearable...

At the same time, he also noticed that she had almost no experience.

Even compared with the previous amnesia, not only did not improve, but even worse... how.

Of course, he didn't like her experience, she was so jerky that he almost thought she had no one else.

However, her son Rong Yue is so old.

Lan Yu's heart is bitter.

Rong Yue was the one he couldn't go past, she and Rong Lei's son, he could only accept.

Just thinking in a daze, the phone rang in the dark, and the ringtone was particularly clear.

He picked it up sideways, and there was a soft voice: "Lan Yu, are you asleep?"

Mr. Lan immediately became sober. He sat up and leaned on the bed and wiped his face. He habitually mocked: "Mrs. Lan doesn't worry about me working outside? What is it now, is it a chagang? Sorry, no one by my side can do it. Help me prove that I am at home."