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"That boy, it's so hateful. He doesn't want to be responsible ..."

Tang Jifeng managed Ye Lan's hair and said wisely: "The other party is just like you. What do you take to bear this responsibility? Lan Lan, Qiu Qiu is only 16 years old, or he can't bear the age."

"She didn't dare to tell her family, so she could only let me stay with her ..." Ye Lan was cold all over. This kind of abortion was also the first experience for her. "I do n’t Dare to tell my brother that if he knows that there is such a thing around me, he will definitely teach me again. I can only tell you ... "

Tang Jifeng thanked her for telling herself.

"Sit down first, don't cry." Tang Jifeng patted her, took her to sit down, squatted in front of her, and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Ye Lan sucked her nose, held her tear-wrapped hand, looked at him with tears, and asked dumbly, "Tang Jifeng, is this the punishment after stealing the forbidden fruit?"

Tang Jifeng's thin lips tightened and nodded, "Yes."

"So ... you don't want to fall in love with me?"

"You are only 16 years old now, and you ca n’t even be responsible for your own life." Tang Jifeng's big palm clasped her cold hand and pressed her knees. "Lan Lan, 16 years old, you should do 16 years old. What you do. Now, you study hard. When you grow up one day, no matter what happens, you can face it calmly and elegantly, instead of being at a loss like a panic and uneasy. But so elegant and calm The premise is: from now on, you need to take every step of your feet and make yourself mature. "

Tang Jifeng's words struck deep into Ye Lan's heart.

She always felt that it was important to be with Tang Jifeng, and love was more important than studying. Therefore, she tried hard to study, but it was only a condition of falling in love with him. But at this moment, she felt that it was not the case.

Qiu Qiu's tragedy made her panic, fear, and tremble; Tang Jifeng's maturity made her admire and worship.

If she doesn't study hard, but wastes the present time on other things, maybe, in the future, she will never learn how calm and calm he is now.

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After a long time, Qiu Qiu was pushed out of the operating room.

That look was like walking through the gate of the ghost gate, half awake, and pale as if he was about to die.

Ye Lan never experienced it, but she also knew that she was in pain.

However, the pain not only comes from physical pain, but also from guilt in the soul. No girl is 16 years old and can easily bear all of this-these should not have appeared in their age.

Tang Jifeng did not go to the company, but stayed in the hospital to arrange Qiu Qiu.

After a while, the anesthetic was awakened. As soon as Qiu Qiu opened his eyes, his tears wet the pillow towel. The tears of remorse made Ye Lan look heavy. However, after all, I don't know what to say to comfort.

Ye Lan sat in the ward for a day until it was dark before leaving the hospital with Tang Jifeng.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, she shrank herself into a ball, muffled, and said nothing, apparently still stuck in Qiuqiu.

"Do you have anything special to eat?" Tang Jifeng asked her, reaching out and rubbing her head.

Ye Lan grabbed his hand. Grasped tightly without loosening. Her palms were cold, and Tang Jifeng took her hold. After a while, she looked up at him, "Let's do it at home, shall we?"

Tang Jifeng looked into her eyes, feeling that she seemed to have something on her mind. In the end, Shushou: "Okay, but you have to go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients. What do you like to eat?"

"I also can."

She is not interested.

Also, it is normal to have a bad appetite when things like this happen.

Tang Jifeng bought some simple ingredients in the supermarket downstairs to make pasta.

After entering the room, Tang Jifeng took off his coat and went to the kitchen. "You turn on the TV and watch for a while, or you can eat it soon."

"OK." Ye Lan responded, turning on the TV.

Tang Jifeng wandered around in the kitchen. Through the open kitchen, as soon as she looked up, she saw Ye Lan lying on the sofa leaning forward. Where to watch what TV is simply watching him. Big eyes fixed, without blinking.

"What's wrong?" Tang Jifeng asked her.

"It's okay." Ye Lan shook his head, put down the remote control, and walked towards the kitchen wearing slippers. Tang Jifeng was cooking noodles, she hugged him lightly from behind, and put her face on his back. Tang Jifeng chatted for a moment, only hearing her behind her, whispering quietly: "Tang Jifeng, I miss you ..."

On this business trip, he went for 10 days.

Not only was she thinking about him, he was the same.

Tang Jifeng stirred the noodles with one hand and grabbed her with one hand. "I brought you a present. Would you like to see it?"

Ye Lan used to like the gift he brought to himself the most, and now he is not interested anymore. He just sticks to his back and doesn't move. Tang Jifeng let her hold it for a while, and then whispered, "I'm going to lose my noodles. Are you going to hang on my back like this all the time?"

"No?"

He smiled and nodded coddly, "OK, OK."

He drained the water from the pot, fished it, and switched to tomato sauce. Ye Lan came out from behind him and stood side by side with him, "Would you like me to help?"

"Your brother is praying every time. Don't go into the kitchen again. So, keep my stomach well!"

Ye Lan rolled his eyes. "My brother doesn't know how to appreciate it."

Tang Jifeng did not refute.

He was proficient in making tomato and onion sauce and drizzled on the golden noodles, and immediately saw Yelan drooling.

"Tang Jifeng, your cooking skills are so good." Ye Lan took a sip. Sweet and sour, just right.

"My parents have been in the city of Utah all the time. I live here alone, and I always need some survival skills over time."

When referring to Yucheng, Ye Lan's eyes darkened.

Tang Jifeng didn't notice it, she just covered her face with one hand and threw fresh cod into the pot with one hand. The splash of oil hit his hands, and no drop was splashed on her.

"Go out and save yourself from being burned." Tang Jifeng looked at Ye Lan.

Ye Lan didn't leave, took the spatula from his hand, pushed the butter, "Do you often cook for other women?"

"Why did you ask so?"

She curled her lips. "I just want to know. You are so skilled and so many girlfriends, you must cook for them often."

Speaking of which, her little mouth slipped. Unhappy, especially unhappy.

Tang Jifeng held her from behind, holding her hand and turning the fried golden cod to the side, "You are the first."

"Ok?"

"Uh what?"

"What you just said, I didn't hear it clearly." When the fish was flanging, the sound was loud, and his voice was very light. She did not hear it clearly.

[The age of love is beginning to be beautiful, but minors are still obedient to grow up! Some things are good if you don't show up. Once you get out, you can't afford it at this age. Mody, updated today! 】