Chapter 72

"Here we are."

"Then why don't you knock?" Lu Yi Lan can calculate to understand how the red blood silk son in Ye Han an's eyes came, her delicate eyebrow Cu rises, "you so don't know to cherish oneself?"

"No

It's strange. Ye Han'an thinks that seeing Lu Yilan angry at the moment, his heart can't help but feel a little happy. She cares about him.

And look at the degree of anger, I really care.

Just when he was young, Lu Yilan picked up the chopsticks next to him and knocked on his head. The head of the king of soldiers suddenly became a watermelon. He stepped back and said, "you hit me."

"Poof -"

the repressive atmosphere ended in ye Han'an's playful expression. Lu Yilan stirred the soymilk, "just asked why you suddenly stopped talking?"

"I..."

"I wanted to knock." Ye Han'an looked at Lu Yilan sincerely, his eyebrows showed some light like, "but when I came, it was near twelve o'clock, there was no light in the room, I thought you were sleeping, afraid to wake you up."

"So -"

he won't take credit for this man. If Lu Yilan doesn't ask, he won't say.

I only waited at the door for one night. In the end, I bought breakfast and waited for her to open the door. Even the heart made of stone should be moved. Besides, Lu Yilan's heart is made of flesh and blood.

"You are..." Lu Yilan couldn't even find an adjective, but his hand slowly lifted up ye Han'an's face, and his soft hand swept over it, which brought a shiver.

The man shrunk for a moment, and then felt his whole world was bubbling pink.

Little pink continued for three or five minutes until Lu Yilan's mobile phone rang, and ye Han'an felt that he was living in a dream.

Still some not sober, heard Lu Yilan about work, he thought of his main purpose, "think, I'm here to tell you about the interview."

"Needless to say."

"That day you and I..."

"No more." Lu Yilan shook his head, "I have told the editor in chief that I can't get in. This page has been exposed."

Lu Yilan felt a little sad when he thought of the chief editor's smelly face and deep eyes.

"Oh, yes, I may not be able to eat breakfast. I've offended the editor in chief recently. It's hard to live a good life."

Said, Lu Yilan reached out and touched ye Han'an's forehead, "I go to work first, if you have something to go back, or you can directly send me to work."

"Good!" He stood up, carrying breakfast in both hands, "I drive, you eat while I drive you." The

SUVs are fast and the license plate is awesome. No one is driving around the road.

"Si Si, can't you interview and confer awards? Is that a big influence on you?"

"It's not very big, but it's a little tight recently." Thanks to the credit, the editor in chief won't kick her down.

After saying this, ye Han'an drove away in silence. The smell of breakfast permeated the carriage. Lu Yilan, who was eating steamed stuffed buns, suddenly said, "you didn't eat either. I almost forgot."

She does not avoid oil hand, directly pinch a section of fried dough sticks to ye Han'an's mouth.

He dare not open his mouth.

I always feel that if I bite down, I will bite her finger.

"Don't you eat it?"

"Eat."

Finally, all of Ye Han'an's fears disappeared under the tender offensive. He took a bite of fried dough sticks. How to eat and feel? Today's fried dough sticks are fragrant!