Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Lan Yu felt it was difficult to communicate with her. He coughed slightly, "What about me, am I not good-looking?"

Qin Chen bit his lip and leaned over to look at him.

She is really terrible tonight. The word innocence had nothing to do with her before, but at this time she is really precise...

Lan Yu's pupils dilated slightly.

Qin Chen kissed his chin: "It's also pretty."

His heart seemed to fall to the ground, and it was a shame to compete with Xiao Xianrou when he was old.

If it weren't for Qin Chen to be drunk, he wouldn't be able to do this.

Qin Chen kissed his chin and then kissed his lips, suddenly Lan Yu remembered something very serious.

He frowned, clasped her chin to prevent her from moving, and asked her seriously, "You kissed him like this?"

He knew that she and Pei Jingyu were hype, but he still cared.

Qin Chen frowned and thought hard, "It seems there is."

Now Lan Yu was about to blow up, "Did you let him kiss you?"

"It looks like I kissed him." She said honestly.

Isn’t it normal for a woman in her early 30s to take advantage of her?

Lan Yu was crazy, pinching her chin with fingers, her tone was very flat: "I think you are tired of Mrs. Lan."

"It's Mrs. Rong. I'm Mrs. Rong." She became confused and started talking nonsense.

Lan Yu was so angry that she carried her back. He thought she was cute when she was drunk, but now he felt even more annoying.

He let go of her and sat aside.

I don't want to care about her directly.

He ignored her, but she came to provoke him, leaning on his side and asking softly: "Do you like me so much? So stay at my house?"

Lan Yu's eyebrows moved, and he looked sideways at her face close at hand, the corners of her mouth twitched, "Do you know who you are talking to?"

"Lan Yu!" She said naturally, still looking at his face: "You haven't always been at my house, and you can't drive away."

She looked at herself, and suddenly said, "Wait for me."

Lan Yu looked into her eyes without making a sound, and she quickly ran back to the bedroom.

Lan Yu sat down slowly, there was a blank in his head.

After the blank, he understood that Qin Chen had always remembered him subconsciously, but she just subconsciously did not want to remember.

He was worried that her memory would be problematic, and he seemed to be fine, but he was a little confused after drinking.

He smoked hard, a little upset.

When he was upset, Qin Chen came out.

She was wearing only a black shirt and her long hair was tied up.

It looks good, but what shocked him most was this shirt... it was his.

It was the one he wore on the piano that night with her in his arms, and it was the one in the oil painting.

She still keeps it?

Maybe it was left unintentionally, but it's still here.

Lan Yu's cigarette **** flicked at his fingertips, almost burning himself, and his voice hoarse: "Where did the clothes... come from?"

She didn't answer, but walked over in this **** shirt, and she knelt beside him.

After a long time, I asked: "You come, do you want to sleep with me?"

This was their past conversation, and now that she said it, he felt sore.

He suddenly hugged her into his arms, his face pressed against her, there was no gap in it.

His voice was so low and hoarse that he trembled, "Chenchen, I think I have loved you for a long time and I have not loved you for a long time."