Chapter 110

But Tong fenyue knows what Fu Zhiran is hesitating about.

Mrs. Zhou wondered, "before the second young master was very concerned about the young lady, I don't know how to be so indifferent this time."

"Ah Tong fenyue sighed sorrowfully, "they used to have little conflicts. That boy is too proud. He always follows Xiaoran around. He's really angry. It's hard to coax him."

Then she looked at the door of LAN Jingyan's house.

"Knock on the door."

Seeing that Fu Zhiran finally knocked on the door, sister-in-law Zhou was very excited. Tong fenyue quickly put out her hand to cover her mouth, "keep your voice down."

Xiaoran will be embarrassed.

"Dudu" knock on the door, like a knock on Fu Zhiran's heart, listen to the heart up and down.

After knocking on the door, for a long time, the people in the room did not respond to her, nor did they come to open the door. She raised her hand to knock again. If there was no response, she could go to Tong fenyue.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Zhiran's hand just raised, the door suddenly opened, the man's tall figure unexpectedly intruded into her sight.

The voice was cold.

She raised her little face, opened her mouth, and was stunned. Then she remembered, "this soup is from my aunt."

She raised the soup bowl with both hands and handed it to LAN Jingyan.

LAN Jingyan's eyes moved to the soup, and his brows immediately wrinkled. He said, "what is this?"

Oily soup makes me sick.

Fu Zhiran tooted his mouth and said: "aunt said it's spareribs soup."

She didn't believe that it was spareribs soup, let alone LAN Jingyan, who was very alert.

In the middle of the night, he specially served a bowl of soup, the most common spareribs soup, for him to drink. How could it be.

"Take it and pour it. I'll say I've drunk it." Lan Jing Yan's expressionless face tells Fu Zhiran, and then turns to enter the room.

Without closing the door, he walked straight into the bedroom.

Fu Zhiran's eyes follow him, looking at his tall back, frowning.

Let her lie, not only let her lie, but also let her help him waste food.

Thinking, she cheered up and walked in.

"Mom said she stayed up for hours, so you must drink it."

In fact, she just couldn't control herself. She wanted to see him for a while and say a few words to him.

She knew that he would not drink the soup.

LAN Jingyan stops and looks coldly at Fu Zhiran.

Cold eyes, Fu Zhiran's steps to stop, she closed the open mouth, the words behind swallow back.

His tall figure stood there, motionless, cold like an ice sculpture.

Fu Zhiran's feet began to retreat.

One step two steps, about to exit the door, LAN Jingyan suddenly said, "you drink half."

She drank half of it?

Fu Zhi dye Leng Leng, do not understand the meaning of LAN Jingyan, "the rest of the pour?"

What's the difference between that and pouring out a whole bowl?

"Here's the rest."

LAN Jingyan returns to Fu Zhiran and starts walking again. He takes off his shirt while walking.

He has not changed his clothes since he went back to his room.

Fu Zhiran didn't think much. He drank half of the soup according to LAN Jingyan's instructions. Then he went to the sofa and bent down to put the bowl down.

Then straight waist, ready to say hello to LAN Jingyan left, a might as well, the line of sight collided with a flesh body, her heart suddenly a pumping, pain almost suffocated.

"Jing Yan!"

Fu Zhiran stares at LAN Jingyan's back, opens his mouth, and his voice trembles with his lips.