Chapter 463

He lacks her, but it is a mess, whether it is work or life.

It's hard to sing alone at night. I have to hear her voice every day to feel relieved.

But these days, she was away, and she couldn't sleep at all. She often stayed all night until dawn.

"Young master, you want to let the young granny's heart, only you."

"How do you know she doesn't have me in her heart?"

"I think the young granny is in a good spirit. It's not like you are so out of your mind, young master... In this relationship, young master is at a disadvantage."

In the downwind?

For a long time, Feng Yan looked at the seafood porridge in the bowl, "Feng Yi, you have never loved anyone. When you love that person, even if you are at a disadvantage, you are willing to enjoy it. Love is not a game between who has the upper hand and the lower hand. If she is happy, even if I am at a disadvantage, I am willing to."

Fengyi looks at him. Is this still the young master he knows?

"Here, she made it. Try her craft."

The next second, his single dog was hit by 10000 points.

However, the young grandmother's craftsmanship is always good, and he will find such a good cook in the future.

……

Su Xiaowan went back to her apartment after her training. Unexpectedly, Feng Yan came back earlier than her. As soon as she came in, she smelled the fragrance.

She was already hungry. She put down her bag and ran to Feng Yan.

On the table were three dishes, one soup, one meat and two vegetables, and her favorite broad bean.

"Is that enough?"

"That's enough. We can't eat much either. I'll wash my hands." After washing her hands, Su Xiaowan ran to sit down and began to pick up rice.

"No lunch?"

"Yes, but I've been training all the time. I've Digested everything I eat."

"Eat slowly."

Su Xiaowan is eating broad beans. The more she eats, the more wrong it is. This

"Fengyan."

"What's the matter?"

"How strange is the taste, don't you think? This piece of meat can't bite, and it seems to be a little thick, but it doesn't seem to be cooked yet... "Su Xiaowan picked up one side of the tomato and egg and took a bite of it, which made her feel strange." er... How can I remember that the cook at home didn't seem to be the same standard in cooking, and the fried egg with red persimmon also tasted strange, It seems that some special seasoning has been added... The only thing is that this broad bean seems to taste good. "

After she Tucao, she wanted to make complaints about this meal.

Can look at Feng Yan's face.

There was a thump in my heart.

"Feng Yan, don't tell me that you cooked these dishes?"

The man hardened his head and nodded, "well."

"You came home earlier than me today, so you came back to cook?"

"I was afraid you would come back hungry, so I came back early."

Su Xiaowan stroked her forehead. She knew it was made by Feng Yan. She couldn't say that. It was too shocking. But the porridge made by Feng Yan last time was quite talented.

"If it's not delicious, I'll cook porridge for you."

She pressed his hand, "ah, I thought it was made by the chef in the villa just now, so it's hard to avoid being a little more demanding. In fact, it's delicious. It's good for you to make it like this for the first time. If you practice more, you'll be much better than others. You're very talented... Besides, I don't like eggs, I like tomatoes..."

"There's a shell in the egg."

"When I used to cook fried rice with eggs, I was exaggerating more than you. At that time, I couldn't eat any rice. Moreover, you faba bean are super delicious. It's really better than the chef."

"I've been practicing for a long time."

Su Xiaowan really doesn't know how to praise it.

"But... As like as two peas, you can eat the beans as you did before you sent them to my house every day!"

"I did all that."

At this moment, it's su Xiaowan's turn to open her mouth. "I knew it was you who made it. I should have eaten it all."

"Are you tired these days?"

"I'm not tired. I think I've learned a lot. Feng Yan, I just know that it's really a minute on stage and ten years off stage. I have to pay a lot to catch up with them, but it doesn't matter. I work hard. I can do it, right?"

"I believe you."

"You have to work hard too, you know? I've heard from Feng Yi that you haven't been able to concentrate in recent meetings. Besides, you don't seem to sleep very well? Is it that I've been making videos with you these days, disturbing your sleep? "

"No, it's none of your business."

"Is it something that bothers you at work?"

"No Feng Yan gave her some broad beans.

"Then what do you want to tell me? We are husband and wife. Although I don't know much about it, I can still give you advice! What's more, if you need me, I will... "

"How are you?"

"You don't think I'm thin, but I can lend you a shoulder. If you are sad, you can lean on my shoulder."

"Only you will make me sad."

"... when you say that, I seem to have betrayed your scum."

Feng Yan lips slightly lifted, "as long as you are good, I will not be sad, your small shoulder, good protection on the line."

Feng Yan can't say that you can't sleep because you are not with me.

The road is his own choice, and naturally he has to bear the consequences.

Besides, he can wait.

"OK, I'll be fine. Feng Yan, we'll be fine."

Finally, Feng Yan tasted his own food and called the five-star chef to bring it. They finished eating, and it was more than eight o'clock.

Su Xiaowan was very tired today, so she went to bed after taking a bath.

After taking a bath, Feng Yan looked at the girl lying on the bed and said he would come back to accompany him, but he didn't say a few words.

He went to bed and held her.

I saw the blue on my knee.

Obviously very tired, but she still insisted, even in front of themselves, did not complain.

This fool.

……

But that night, Su Xiaowan had a nightmare.

In my dream, Su Zheng stabbed grandma with a knife

She woke up with fright, with cold sweat on her back.

"Bad dreams?" Feng Yan hasn't been sleeping soundly these days. Even if Su Xiaowan is by his side, he can't really fall asleep.

She moved her body and leaned in his arms. She was held by Feng Yan.

"Still afraid?" He put his fingers gently on her arm as if to placate her.

Su Xiaowan's face is resting on his arm. The dream just now hasn't gone away for a while. Up to now, it still scares her.

"Feng Yan, I dream about grandma."

She spoke slowly.

"I dreamt that Su Zheng was holding a knife and stabbed her in the heart. She left a lot of blood, but he just stood there and watched her release her blood coldly..."

Feng Yan's hand held her tightly. Her palms were in cold sweat. Even if her fingers were clasped, she could still feel her shaking.

She raises Mou, Mou son deeply looks at him, "seal Yan, that day I revenge him."

He told Feng Yan about it, "he will be afraid, but why... Why is it that in his heart, interests are more important than human lives?"

"People have ulterior motives. They know their faces, but they don't know their hearts."