Chapter 988

"Eat the hot pot," Feng Jin whispered, "don't stare at it, you know?"

Feng and Ling pursed her lips, took back her sight and lost her appetite.

Although Feng Jin didn't say anything, seeing the actions of Fu Tingyuan and Luo Nanchu, and their natural sitting together, we can see that they have a deep relationship,

he may have broken into an own dragon.

There was something wrong with him.

He even had a kind of illusion that he personally sent luonanchu to Fu Tingyuan.

The illusion made him more depressed.

Fu Tingyuan doesn't like to eat this kind of thing which is heated by a group of people in a pot. He is used to some cleanliness.

I have no appetite today.

When he first scalded Ronan's meat, he could not hold his chopsticks.

The chopsticks fell off his hand as he handed her the dishes.

Ronan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, bent down to pick it up and handed him a new one.

Fu Tingyuan picked it up again and ironed her dumplings.

When he handed her the dumpling, a pair of chopsticks fell from his fingers again.

Now even Feng Jin could see that something was wrong with him. The man raised his head from the opposite side and took a look at Fu Tingyuan's look. The other side looked the same as usual, without any special reaction.

However, as his closest friend in recent years, it would be strange if Fu Tingyuan could be as calm as he showed.

He was a little unstable, not to mention Fu Tingyuan.

After a while, Fu Tingyuan stood up from his position and whispered, "go to the bathroom."

He got up and went out.

Luonan lowered her eyes, lowered her head and ate the dishes that Fu Tingyuan had cooked for her. Then she put down her chopsticks and went out with her.

Outside the hotpot shop is the corridor, where people come and go.

It was noon and weekend. There were a lot of students coming and going here. It was very busy.

The man leaned against the wall outside the hot pot shop, lowered his head and lit a cigarette on his hand.

Ronan stood not far away and looked at him for a moment, then with a silent sigh, he went to stand in front of him, put his hand around his waist, and gently buried his face on his chest.

With his steady heartbeat, he jumped into her ear. Ronan hugged him slowly and let his body temperature permeate her cool body.

There was a lot of noise, and the only thing that could be heard was his heartbeat. It was as familiar and pressed as she remembered.

Fu Tingyuan asked Luonan to hold him for a while, then raised his hand and gently lifted her chin.

He looked down at her face.

For three years, she was no different from the memory, familiar even like a dream.

He had dreamt of this face so many times that he couldn't tell the boundary between fantasy and reality.

He lowered his head slightly, and his lips fell on the lips of Ronan Chu.

A tiny kiss.

Luonan first smile, she reached out to hook Fu Tingyuan's neck, pulled his face down and put her lips on it.

Luo Nan held Fu Tingyuan in his arms and gave him a kiss that he had been away for a long time.

She opened her mouth and took the initiative to let the tip of his tongue invade in, allowing him to lick every corner of her mouth. The familiar way of kissing made her want to laugh a little. This person became even colder, but in the matter of kissing, she was still possessive.

She encircles his neck, leans in his arms and kisses her chin. The man looks down at her in silence.