Chapter 33

When Tang Yan got home, Lu Nanchen was already sitting in the living room. Her face still looked a little pale, and Liang Fengjiao was asking questions.

Seeing her coming back, Lu Nan Chen glanced at her as if nothing had happened. But Tang Yan where know, Lu Nan Chen in that she left alone when the anger.

"Mom, I'm back. What do you think of your health? " Tang Yan went to Liang Fengjiao with a kind face.

After hearing her words, Lu Nan Chen's face turned even whiter. Not happy to stare at her, blind, did not see there is a patient?

"It's OK. I don't think Nanchen's face is very good. Didn't you have a good rest last night?" Although the tone is not as fierce as usual, there is still some dissatisfaction.

After sleeping all night, Nan Chen's face is so bad? A few more nights' sleep will kill him.

Originally wanted to ask something from Nan Chen's mouth, but her son did not enter. She's been sitting here talking for a long time, and there's no response from him. Tang Yan just came back, Liang Fengjiao can only take this little sheep operation.

Lu also wants to know that Tang Yan's illness caused him to get a cold and get sick

How would the culprit of a bad cold answer? At the moment, his eyes seemed to fall on her unintentionally.

"Mom, ah Chen had a good sleep last night, last night. Let's go to bed." Tang Yan doesn't believe it. Lu Nanchen will tear her down at this time. Then he took a look and quickly lowered his head, a shy look. As soon as the passers-by saw what happened last night, Liang Fengjiao was both satisfied and worried, for fear that Lu Nanchen might hurt her body.

"Good sleep, little smoke. You should also pay attention. Nanchen is different from you. During the day, Lu's operation needs him to make decisions. When you come back at night, don't pester him too much. You should ensure that Nanchen has a proper rest. Do you know? "

Tang Yan, "..."

Although what Liang Fengjiao said was very obscure, Tang Yan still recognized it. My son is much more important than you. Don't pester him uncontrollably and pay attention to his body.

Tang Yan thinks that there is no worse old woman in the world than liang Fengjiao.

Sure enough, it is the same as Lu Nanchen's shamelessness.

"I see, Ma." No way, the daughter-in-law of the bag she can only pursed her lips, a word can not explain the nod.

"Well, eat. I'll have the kitchen stew for you. Later

Drink more. "

"Thank you, mom."

Perhaps because of illness, Lu Nan Chen's appetite is not good. After eating a few mouthfuls, I put down my chopsticks. On the contrary, Tang Yan is very delicious.

At present, Tang Yan has no extra mind to pay attention to Lu's every move.

Lu's cooks are really superb. I don't know if I can be late after I leave. It's so authentic. If only these chefs could be poached.

With this in mind, Tang Yan decides to have a good chat with the chef at home to see if he has any plans to change jobs. As a mother, Liang Fengjiao always pays attention to the trend of her son.

Along with his line of sight, Liang Fengjiao also saw Tang Yan who was eating incense, and immediately felt dissatisfied. My husband has no appetite, but he eats so fragrant. In his last life, was he born of a hungry ghost? He can eat so much. Just as he was about to export a reminder, Lu Nan Chen's eyes swept over and stopped her.

Liang Fengjiao a Leng, Nan Chen to Tang Yan recently, seem a little different. She was supposed to be happy, but suddenly she felt a little lost and a little melancholy.

When Tang Yan ate almost, it was also when she noticed something was wrong.

"Mom, ah Chen, why are you all looking at me?" Tang Yan subconsciously touched his face.

"It's OK. I just think the chef at home is good at cooking. It's time for a raise." Lu Nan Chen shape seems unintentionally said, but looking at Tang Yan's eyes more a trace of fun.

what? Pay rise, come on, I don't need to talk to those chefs these days. I'm not willing to move.

Think of this, Tang Yan look at Lu Nan Chen.

TM's Lu Nan Chen, you Ya's fever how does not burn silly you!

Before he had finished his meal, Lu Nanchen said he was full and went upstairs first. On the dining table, Tang Yan and Liang Fengjiao were left. For a moment, the atmosphere seemed a little stiff.

"Tang Yan."

Come on, the address has changed all of a sudden.

"Ma, what's the matter?" Liang Fengjiao looks at Tang Yan's stupidity and feels her temple protruding. It's really evil.

"Tang Yan, don't you find that Nanchen didn't eat much today, and his face is not very good?"

Sorry, I haven't found out yet.

"Mom, me, me." Tang Yan of course knows that Lu Nanchen is not comfortable, but she knows how she can make Liang Fengjiao more angry. Just like now, I don't know when I ask.

"You, you what, Tang Yan, why can't you care more about Nan Chen. He's your husband anyway. He's just eating by himself. " Liang Fengjiao felt that all her temper in her life had to be spread on Tang Yan, "if you eat, you know how to eat. Later, I'll go back to my room and ask if Nan Chen is uncomfortable. "

"I see, Ma. I'll go up as soon as I finish."

"Tang Yan."

In a roar, Tang Yan went upstairs nonstop.

Originally thought workaholic Lu Nanchen would be in the study, so Tang Yan went straight to the study. This time, don't have to take medicine, try every means to let him knock over Tang Yan, out of the pace of six relatives.

It's just that Tang Yan is empty. Lu Nan Chen is not in the study, so he can only be in the bedroom.

When Tang Yan turned back to his bedroom, Lu Nan Chen came out with a towel just after taking a bath. Seeing Tang Yan pushing the door in, Lu Nanchen was stunned. In a few seconds, it's back to normal.

"Ah Chen, why did you come out without clothes?"

"Don't you enjoy it, too?"

Tang Yan, "..."

It seems to make sense. Lu Nanchen's figure is really wonderful. She is better than any male artist in her company.

That face, needless to say, goes down.

Rolling Adam's apple, broad shoulders, great body, standard eight abdominal muscles, each piece of meat is just right, it's delicious... No, it's handsome. In particular, the water drops on his hair, which had not been wiped dry, also fell vertically along the hair to his strong chest, and his deep eyes were a little more lazy because of illness.

Ah, if he could come to Diyu, she would not worry about living for the rest of her life.

Lu Nan Chen didn't resent Tang Yan's infatuated look at him, and even had a trace of joy. It must be the side effect of the cold medicine he took in the afternoon, which made him confused.

"Tang Yan, have you seen enough?"

Cold voice instantly interrupted Tang Yan's imagination, forget it. No matter how beautiful the skin bag is, it can't cover up his poisonous tongue and insidious.

She can't resist, and she can't enjoy it!