Rebirth of Chen An

Red rose?

It’s more or less used to coax girls, Chen An is just looking for an opportunity to let Ivanov leave temporarily so that he can pass the news to Ding Sheng, as for whether Ivanov will really come up with red roses He doesn't care.

Slowly drinking coffee, Chen An looked down at the time. Ivanov was about to leave for almost 10 minutes. Could that bear really plan to pull up the thorny roses from the garden? ?

Without warning, the restaurant suddenly fell into darkness, and all the lights went out in an instant. Chen An instinctively grasped the knife on the table.

Just when he was about to squat down to check the situation, weak but warm candles were lit all around, one after another, starting from the position of the door, and after dispelling the darkness, Chen An also saw that he was holding a red rose in his hand, A man walking towards him step by step from the door.

Chen An raised his eyebrows slightly, watching Ivanov striding toward him in a particularly chic way. Every time Ivanov took a step, the white candles on both sides of the road would be lit until the whole restaurant was immersed in starlight In the romantic candlelight.

The melodious and beautiful music lingered in the quiet night, and the few scattered guests before had disappeared, and it seemed that there were only the two of them left in the entire restaurant.

"To my beloved Ann." Ivanov stood at attention, bent down to present a fragrant and bright red rose, every movement was elegant and in place.

Looking at the red roses that were still stained with the moisture of the sea in front of him, Chen An suddenly wanted to laugh. Although he asked Ivanov to pick them, it was the first time he received red roses in his life.

"It's the first time someone gave me flowers." Chen An took the roses, perhaps picked in a hurry, and he noticed that the roses were not tied with silk but a man's tie.

Fingers brushed over the sea-blue tie tied with roses, Chen An glanced at Ivanov who was not wearing a tie, the man bent down and stretched out his hand to him: "Not only the first man to send you flowers, I hope I have An honor to be the first man to ask you to dance."

"Don't expect me to dance like a woman." Putting the rose aside, Chen An took Ivanov's hand.

Ivanov gently hugged the man's back, almost touching Chen An's chest, his deep and magnetic voice was like the whisper of a devil in the night, seductive and dangerous.

"Don't think about anything, just dance."

His chin rested on Ivanov's shoulder, smelling the man's cigar mixed with vodka, Chen An murmured, "Ivanov, what am I to you?"

"I don't know." Without being glib or joking, Ivanov rarely revealed his sincerity, probably because he thought his answer was ridiculous, so he couldn't help but chuckled.

"This feels strange and strange, and your question is very interesting," Ivanov said in a deep voice after a pause, "Ann, as long as you stay by my side, I will figure it out one day. Let me tell you what it is.”

Chen An gently hugged Ivanov's broad back, and under the dim candlelight, the corners of his mouth slightly raised a small arc.

The figure of the two men hugging each other was swaying gently under the candlelight. Ding Sheng in the distance saw this scene and forced himself to turn his head away, so as not to rush out and take Chen An's hand away with discomfort. He clenched his fists, he couldn't let Uncle An sacrifice in vain, he must take down Ivanov in one fell swoop!