C19

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he could smell the fragrance of food. It turned out to be a private restaurant. The person who opened the door greeted him with a smile when he saw Ann Bowen walk in. An Bowen walked in while holding Huo Lianqing in his arms. The furnishings inside were all Chinese style. There were red banner wooden tables and chairs, and there were calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. There was the fragrance of books.

"The food here is very delicious. Take a look at what you like to eat." As he spoke, he placed the menu in front of Huo Lianqing. Huo Lianqing picked up the menu. It was full of private dishes that she had never seen before. She put it back.

"I've never eaten any of them. Whatever." At this moment, her cheeks had already regained their original color, and her eyes regained their normal charm. Adding on this kind of smile, it was enough to make one become infatuated.

"I'm most afraid of carelessness." He ordered a few side dishes and two bowls of abalone porridge. The dishes were served very quickly. Soon, a table full of dishes was brought over, and the sight of it was pleasing to the eyes.

"You know such a place?" Huo Lianqing thought that for a man like Ambowen, all he knew was to go to an upscale restaurant or five-star hotel. She didn't expect him to come here and try some private dishes.

"The taste here is very unique. Try it, my taste is very weird. If it's not delicious, I won't come." With that, Amber picked up a mouthful of food and placed it on the plate in front of Huo Lianqing. Huo Lianqing lowered her head to look at the dish, but she could still see that Huo Lianqing had a smile on her face.

Suddenly, he remembered something. He shouted towards the outside and a young waiter walked in.

"Mister An, what do you need?" The waiter asked. He was probably a regular customer of the house.

"A cream mushroom soup." The waiter answered and went out to take the orders.

Huo Lianqing was astonished. There was even cream mushroom soup in this private restaurant? This Chinese style restaurant can also make cream mushroom soup?

A sweet and fragrant cream of mushroom soup floated in front of Huo Lianqing. An Bowen personally scooped a bowl for her. Huo Lianqing looked at him in surprise.

"Drink, I don't like this."

"Drink a little and your stomach will feel better." His voice was very light, like a light breeze in a trance.

"Thank you." At that moment, Huo Lianqing's sister-in-law suddenly blushed and revealed the flirtatiousness of a little girl. He gazed at her tenderly, his eyes filled with tenderness and emotion.

It was already late at night by the time he left the restaurant. The sky was empty and deep. The stars in the sky were like blinking eyes. The moon hung high in the sky like a silver plate that reflected the light of the sky. Although Huo Lianqing was wearing Umbo's coat, her thin silk dress still made her shiver. Umbo was very sensitive and his arm tightened around her.

Sitting in the car, Huo Lianqing was a bit sleepy. As He Yunshi's《 Wounded City Secret》 was displayed on the CD, Huo Lianqing was humming softly as she slowly fell asleep on the backrest.

"Dazzling eyes, brushing past the innocent child, with the wings of an angel. A speck of light in the darkness, a speck of black in the pure white. There was nothing on the wings, so it was hard to see. I'm not me, which one is me, which one is wrong. Is that me in the mirror? My hand is always unable to grasp, happiness is just a breath, my heart is the most unable to rest. Days in the wind, flying high, no wings are not angels. A poem about falling into the mortal world is about you. You can't even kiss me. Please hold my hands. If you don't turn back from your final wish, you can take me with you … "Where can I find a place where I can rest in peace …"

The sound gradually became softer, and was replaced by even breathing. An Bowen turned his head around and gently leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead.

Feeling her body being suspended in the air, and then feeling a cool breeze blowing by, Huo Lianqing leaned her body against the arm of Amber who was hugging her. An uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Aunt Wang was still awake. Seeing the lights on outside, Amber walked in with Huo Lianqing in his arms.

"Mister …" Aunt Wang rushed over. Before she could finish her words, Amber shook his head, signaling her to be quiet and not to wake Huo Lianqing.

An Bowen carried Huo Lianqing up to her room on the second floor. It was pitch black inside and only the moonlight from the moon shone through the curtains onto the bed. He gently placed her on the bed and slowly took off her shoes. Then, he helped her pull up the blanket and cover her with it. He turned around and turned on the floor lamp. The room immediately became hazy and warm under the dim light. However, he didn't go out immediately. Instead, he sat beside her and watched her sleeping appearance.

The hair she had tied behind her back was already loose, and a few strands had already fallen out. Her face was pale, and her dark eyelashes had a lazy beauty to them. She was wearing a Cartier necklace around her white neck. She gently held it up, and the cold sensation seeped into her body.

Her cheeks were pink and smooth, her hands lightly touching them as if she was about to break them. There seemed to be some hair on her temples that had yet to recede from puberty. At this moment, she gently turned her body over and fell asleep. After a moment of shock, Ambrose stood up and covered her with the blanket before leaving the room.

He went back to his room, changed his clothes, went into his study, and turned on the lamp.

"Dang Dang Dang", someone knocked on the door. It was the servant who brought up the red wine. This was something that Umbo would do every night. The servant placed the wine cup on the table and left. Umbo picked up the wine cup, and the red liquid slightly flowed within the cup.

In his mind's eye, he saw her face as soft and lovely as a baby's. A playful smile couldn't help but surface at the corner of his mouth. Huo Lianqing slept soundly. When she woke up the next morning, she felt very relaxed. The sunlight had already passed through the curtains and was mixed with the faint yellow light. It was like a handful of golden sand gently hanging down.

Just as An Bowen was about to go downstairs, Huo Lianqing opened the door wearing a white knee-length skirt. Huo Lianqing was stunned. Originally, he had thought that since last night, he wouldn't be able to wait to get his hands on it. He hadn't thought that he would still be sleeping in his own bed. It was actually awkward to meet her like this. Huo Lianqing smiled gently.

"Morning." He then turned around and ran downstairs, but he did not expect his strong arms to wrap around his waist tightly and wrap around his chest.

"Did you sleep well last night?" A deep, male voice filled with magnetism resounded in her ears.

Huo Lianqing felt that the temperature around her was slowly rising. Huo Lianqing frowned at him, but his face was only inches away from her face. She could even feel his breath. Huo Lianqing had washed up in the morning and had not put on any makeup.

"Is your stomach better?" An Bowen asked Huo Lianqing as he held her waist and walked down the stairs. His voice was next to her ear.

"Yeah, much better." It was the first time that Huo Lianqing felt a little bashful in front of a man. A man with such a cold expression suddenly became gentle. He softened her entire being. Huo Lianqing obediently leaned against her chest and walked down the stairs. When the servants downstairs saw them walk down like this, they were stunned for a moment before shifting their gaze away.

The two of them walked into the cafeteria and sat down to eat breakfast. Huo Lianqing kept her head down without saying a word.

"I'm going to the company. If you're bored at home, go for a walk. But I can't come back very late. " An Bowen stood up and walked to Huo Lianqing's side. He put a hand on her shoulder and indistinctly whispered into her ear.

Huo Lianqing took a deep breath and stood up.

"Is it going to be late?" They spoke like a couple.

"Yeah, I don't think so." An Bowen seemed to be in a good mood as he embraced Huo Lianqing's waist and said.

Huo Lianqing followed him into the yard. She only returned to the main hall after seeing his car drive away. In the mirror, he saw that she was wearing a short white dress, with golden rings in her hair. Her body was swaying like a lotus flower, and she had a frown on her face.

An Bowen slightly opened the window, and the gentle breeze of the morning blew on his face, causing his limbs and bones to feel comfortable. The car was moving in the sunlight, and Amboven's eyes were narrowed, his face covered in the golden splendor of the sun.