Chapter 221

At night, back to Linhu Bay, Yan Shiqi got out of the car, stepped into the porch and breathed a sigh of relief.

A little tired, she took off the man's Cape from her shoulder, and before she turned around, she was hooked by the man on her waist and went into her cold arms.

His arms were a little cold, and when his shoulder touched his suit, he could not help shivering.

Just raise a hand to want to beat him, who knows a man to probe a hand to hold her wrist, embrace her back, imprison her in the bosom

After kissing, the man whispered in her ear: "in the future, wear less tuxedo."

She didn't know how graceful the dress was on her.

Especially her slender waist, exquisite sense of bone, graceful temperament.

Tonight, there are too many men's eyes fall on her, is a kind of their own is coveted displeasure.

Inkstone when seven pursed lips, put down the hand around his neck, in the waist comparison, then pretty looking at him, "not good-looking?"

She felt very beautiful, waist tight, curve exquisite, particularly perfect foil her height advantage.

The man's eyes were deep, locking her movements.

good-looking!

This dress, damn good-looking!

Then, she heard the man persistently say: "it's nice, but it's cold. I'm not allowed to wear it in the future."

Well, she thinks she can give 100 points for this excuse.

It's his possessiveness.

Yan Shiqi's eyes are bright and clear, staring at the man's unchanging face, faintly laughing.

He's a tough and overbearing man.

If you don't want her to show her shoulders, just say it!

……

Yan Shiqi took a bath and changed into a loose Nightgown to come out of the master bedroom.

As soon as I got near the spiral staircase, I could smell a faint aroma.

When she went downstairs, she looked into the kitchen and saw that in the bright kitchen hall, a man in a nightgown was standing in front of the glass table, scooping porridge with a spoon.

His hair is still steaming, obviously just bathed, the silk robe on his body sets off his tall and straight body, and the leisure also shows the warmth of home.

It's a dark and cold autumn night outside. The light in the kitchen sprinkles on him, and the heat is curling in the air. This scene is so warm that his heart swells.

Her eyes were a little crazy, and she forgot to respond. Her eyes were full of the way he cooked porridge.

It seems that from the beginning, since they established their relationship, the love he gave was always so tender and delicate, not vigorous, but tender like water infecting every minute.

In the prosperous and impetuous society, if someone loves you to the bone, he is willing to put down his position for you and boil a bowl of warm porridge in the middle of autumn. This kind of details should be called happiness!

Inkstone when seven curled up the palm of the hand rubbed the eyes, she felt that she might have a cold symptoms and recurrence.

Otherwise, why is the tip of the nose so sour!

"Come and have dinner."

The man, turning his eyes, saw her standing at the door of the restaurant, greeting her with the light.

Sitting at the table, Yan Shiqi looks at the porridge dish in front of him. It's very simple and simple. It irrigates all his tender consideration.

She lowered her head and drank porridge, moistening her throat with warmth.

There was no food in the auction house, only pastries were prepared. She didn't eat anything.

After drinking two mouthfuls of porridge, Yan Shiqi looked up at the man and asked, "when did you learn to cook?"

She has always been a little curious. As the fourth son of the Qin family, he should have no worries about food and clothing and enjoy all his glory. How could he cook soup by himself?