I didn't save any more food today

Time slipped away slowly, and midsummer gradually turned to the end of summer. In the city, except that the wind was no longer scorching hot, there was no change on the surface.

The road is still crowded with vehicles, the lights are still brightly lit at night, the pace of pedestrians is still hurried, and the small shops on the side of the road still have old records.

Changes happen quietly to people.

Ever since they broke up that night, Chen Yan and Fu Yancheng have fallen into a different kind of cold war.

They didn't sleep in separate beds, and they didn't stop talking.

The two of them got up in the morning and went to the playground for morning jogs together.

I still go to the department to check in alone, and go to the cafeteria to buy breakfast alone.

After get off work, I still go to the supermarket to buy vegetables together. After returning home, I cook alone, and sit in the living room and watch the news alone.

However, the atmosphere between the two of them had obviously cooled down.

Chen Yan no longer makes dim sum in different ways every day.

Cleaning the room while playing music every day, and tidying up hastily when I can't stand it anymore.

When the two went to work in their respective places, they would not send Fu Yancheng a WeChat message.

He no longer tried his best to dress up in a seductive way, and hid in the study after dinner, and only went back to his room when he fell asleep.

Fu Yancheng saw his series of passive sabotage and was anxious in his heart.

He consciously lowered his posture, and actively thought of ways to say a few more words to him, but when he saw his unresponsive face, he suddenly held his breath in his throat.

In Fu Yancheng's eyes, this kind of life seemed like a year. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but thought that Chen Yan was not calm, so he held his impatience and waited slowly.

Day after day, Chen Yan's negative attitude not only did not ease, but he became more indifferent to him than before. Fu Yancheng endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it this day.

Because Chen Yan didn't let him touch him.

The two of them haven't had sex for more than a month. Fu Yancheng is cold-tempered, not cold-tempered. He was worried about Chen Yan's quarrel before, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

And now it has been more than a month, he feels that no matter how big his temper is, it is almost exhausted, and he also believes that the husband and wife quarrel at the end of the bed, so he spent some time on this day, ordered Western food, flowers and red wine, and During the noon break, I went to buy candles and candlesticks for fragrance and atmosphere under the pretext of having something to do.

In fact, with Fu Yancheng's character, he wouldn't be so romantic, but his lover has recently become emotional, and as an excellent attacker, he still needs to be coaxed.

He tentatively attributed the reason why Chen Yan had been in a relationship for so long to the fact that he spent too long together and his life was too ordinary.

Otherwise, with Chen Yan's dislike of playboys, how could he get so close to Wei Chengfeng.

Fu Yancheng thought carefully about the years he spent with Chen Yan, and suddenly realized that he never seemed to give him any romantic memories.

The fashionable and young Chen Yan was full of bookishness and looked pragmatic. The only thing Fu Yancheng gave him was a copy of "Fortress Besieged" with a yellowed cover.

But now, Chen Yan actually admires people like Wei Chengfeng.

Fu Yancheng thought silently, could it be that he is getting older, but the boyish heart has the upper hand, and he longs for romance and excitement?

He thought about it for a long time, imagining what Wei Chengfeng would give Chen Yan, and after thinking for a long time, he finally went to Baidu to search for the things prepared for the candlelight dinner, and then quietly prepared these.

On the way back, he passed a video store, he stopped and went in.

When he came out, he was carrying a small bag in his hand, which contained an album by Adam Lambert. Among Chen Yan's favorite songs, he rarely liked "Outlawsoflove".

After get off work in the evening, Chen Yan went to the supermarket on a routine basis. Fu Yancheng pretended to be normal, and walked quietly behind him. The corners of his lips, which were usually tightly pursed, were raised slightly where Chen Yan could not see.

Chen Yan was only concentrating on picking vegetables, and didn't notice the pink bubbles all over Fu Yancheng's body. After paying the bill, he walked in front of it unhurriedly.

It was just a quarter past six at this time, but the sky outside was gray. Looking at his back, Fu Yancheng suddenly found that he was much thinner.

He took a step forward and stretched out his hand, "Carry the vegetables for me."

Chen Yan shook his head: "It's okay, it's not serious."

Fu Yancheng looked at his indifferent face, and then turned to his outstretched left hand, feeling a sense of powerless frustration suddenly in his heart.

He cheered up, seeing that Chen Yan had gone far away, he quickly collected his mood and followed.

When going upstairs, Fu Yancheng inadvertently saw Chen Yan's waist and hips wrapped in trousers, and swallowed unconsciously.

It's been a long time, and I feel full of color and energy when I see everything.

Chen Yan entered the door, turned on the light, changed his shoes in the entrance, and went directly into the kitchen, put the dishes aside, washed his hands first, and then walked out while untying his tie.

As soon as he entered the living room, he was startled by the darkness in front of him.

There was silence around, and the tip of his nose could smell the faint smell of scorched hair. After gradually getting used to the darkness in front of him, he vaguely saw a figure bending over to look for something.

Chen Yan glanced at the living room, but he didn't see Fu Yancheng's figure. He walked lightly, walked back to the kitchen silently, opened the kitchen cabinet, and quietly took out the bone cutting knife in his hand, and then moved to the kitchen step by step. living room.

The figure rummaging around was still there, and Chen Yan stared at him vigilantly, leaning his back against the wall, moved step by step towards the entrance, and pressed the switch.

The sudden light made him close his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them, he saw the sneaky figure suddenly look up, staring at the light in the living room in astonishment, and then slowly turned around.

It was Fu Yancheng who he couldn't find just now.

Chen Yan: "..."

Fu Yancheng: "..."

The two were silent for a while, Chen Yan looked at the carefully arranged red wine and steaks on the dining table, and at the drawn curtains by the window, then turned his eyes to the decorative candles in Fu Yancheng's hands,

"You don't have anything to say?"

Fu Yancheng: "...I wanted to give you a surprise."

"What about the surprise?"

Fu Yancheng bent down and picked up the lighter under the dining table, a little discouraged: "You came out before you had time to set it up."

"Then do you want me to turn off the light and go back to the kitchen?"

"Don't let it go."

"Oh."

Fu Yancheng thought about it, and was a little bit unwilling, "Oh, you'd better go back."

Chen Yan finally couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and stood against the wall with his chest folded, "Then do you want me to go back, or don't you want me to go back?"

Fu Yancheng's gaze instantly fell on the bone-chopping knife in his hand: "What are you doing with this?"

The smile on Chen Yan's face disappeared instantly, and he walked towards the kitchen expressionlessly: "Hold it and play, can't you?"

Fu Yancheng looked at his angry back, but couldn't help softening the corners of his eyes and brows.

He knew that Chen Yan had calmed down.

Although the romance was screwed by him.

He was thinking about having a wonderful night tonight when the phone in his pocket buzzed.