Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Lan Yu carried her on his back and did not go back to the villa, but went to her apartment.

Riding the elevator up to the door of her apartment, he turned sideways and said quietly: "Chenchen, the key?"

"What key?" she asked, tilting her face.

Then she looked at the door of the apartment again and laughed: "I see, my home."

She squeezed his handsome face in her hand, turned her face sideways, and asked innocently: "Lan Yu, you come to my house, what do you want to do?"

She asked naively, not like her, let alone the way she used to be.

However, Lan Yu's heart is very soft.

"Chenchen, you haven't acted like this with me." He smiled lightly, put her down from his back, and then took her bag to search for the key.

Qin Chen was unwilling, grabbing the bag in his hand, biting his lip: "I will get it myself."

But she didn't find it after searching for a long time, and she had a bad temper, so she threw the bag on the ground and sulked.

She has never been like this!

Lan Yu had never seen her drunk, so she was surprised.

But he thought that she used to be a doctor, and generally doesn't know how to drink.

Unexpectedly, she was so drunk.

He stared at her and slowly squatted down, as if to accompany her was more like a joke at her: "Is this angry?"

"No." Qin Chen stared at him, then bit his lip: "Lan Yu, if I get angry, will you coax me?"

Her eyes were straight, especially sultry, at least Lan Yu was stunned.

Obviously she is not young anymore, and she is not a simple girl, but the mother of a child, but at this time her eyes are pure and attractive.

Lan Yu sighed, instead of opening the door, he squatted and kissed her for a while.

The soft lips touched, gently and slowly, and the voice was a little warm and unspeakable.

Like a heartbeat, like a first love.

This feeling happened after Qin Chen was drunk.

Lan Yu was dissatisfied with this kind of contact and started to deepen the kiss. His face was very hot, and so was hers.

Finally, he was a little satisfied, letting go of her a little.

She was still drunk in her eyes and licked her lower lip, "Lan Yu?"

He smiled, took her bag, found the key card and swiped it away, then pulled her up and brought her into the apartment.

He became a husband and wife with her, and when he entered here again, he seemed to regard it as his own home.

She was carried to the sofa by him, where Pei Jingyu had lay down.

His body hung above her, and his voice was low and low: "How long has he lived here?"

He was talking about Pei Jingyu, and Qin Chen, who was drunk, could hear it, but she pretended not to understand.

Innocent in her eyes: "Lan Yu, what are you talking about, I don't know."

He still pressed her, his eyes were slightly tight, and his black eyes looked straight into her.

"Pei Jingyu." He spit out word by word, and his slender fingers stroked her red lips. He felt that he wanted to ask the truth, only tonight.

Qin Chen blinked: "One week."

Then, before he asked anything else, she honestly confessed, "He is taken in because he looks good, can cook, and his muscles are good."

Lan Yu squinted slightly: "You mean, you take in a man mainly because of his masculine color?"

"Can't it?" She said like a little girl, and her little hand grabbed his shirt collar: "But he looks good."