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Yan Minglang has a very broad back and a narrow and tight waist. Such a figure is really enviable.

He was thrown by me, and his movements stopped.I tightened my arms around his waist.

When I came back to myself, except for the subconscious action when I woke up from the nightmare recently, I never took the initiative to have such an intimate action with him when I was awake.He couldn't react for a while, held the unwashed vegetables in his hand, stood blankly for a while, and then asked me: "What's wrong?"

After the words fell, he had already come to his senses, let me hug him, and turned on the faucet.

I lay on his back with my face sideways, swaying with his movements.

"Yan."

"Ok?"

"What do you like about me?"

He paused again, and in just a second, while washing the vegetables, he said lightly: "Do you have to have a reason to like someone?"

"How do you know you love me without a reason?"

"Love is just a feeling. If I have to say a reason, it's probably because when you're not around, I find that everything around me is wrong. I can't do without you. That's why I'm sure I like you."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

"But it's okay to lose a lot of things, even if it's just a good friend who is gone, you will feel something is wrong, right?"

"Then you think I'm your friend?"

"……family?"

"Family? Do you think so? We are family?" He suddenly raised his voice, obviously enduring something.

He couldn't see my expression, but I suddenly felt a bit mischievous. When I came to Country Z because of the agreement between him and my grandfather, at the beginning, I was also longing for a family in my heart.But later, without knowing when, the throbbing in my heart subtly changed, and I found myself falling in love with him without knowing it.

But I said: "We form a family, isn't it a family?"

He finally couldn't bear to drop the things in his hands, turned around suddenly, grabbed my shoulders with wet hands, and took a deep breath: "Shaw, you said you loved me."

"Is family affection not love?"

"You..." His lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a while.

The so-called caring leads to chaos, which is probably the case.A shrewd and wise man suddenly lost his mind. This is the expression on his face.

I touched my nose and was about to say narrowly that I was just joking when he suddenly hugged me tightly in his arms.

He touched the top of my head with his slightly raised chin, and rubbed it lightly. The movement was too similar to the movement of Alex rubbing his head on my knee, and suddenly gave me the feeling of being hugged tenderly by a large canine animal. illusion.

"Six years ago, I did too many mistakes and wiped out your passion, and I... can't ask for too much. Whether it's my family or my lover, I only ask for one thing now, that is, I can look at you , holding you. But, Shaw, don't leave me again. I can't watch you walk into someone's arms like that…" He paused, took a deep breath, "I'm going to go crazy, Shaw."

"..."

My silence seemed to irritate him, and he held my hands hard as if he was afraid that I would suddenly run into someone else's arms at this moment.

The arm was bound as if it was about to break, I dared not stimulate him any more, I raised my hand and hugged him too.

"I forgive you."

"……what?"

He tightened his hands and then loosened them, as if he didn't understand what I was talking about, and he didn't seem to believe what he heard. His deep eyes were filled with the light of hope, bright as if they could illuminate the entire universe.

"I said," this foolish appearance was seen by others, and his fame in the first life would probably be ruined, so I repeated helplessly, "I say I forgive you."

"what?"

"..."

"Say it again, Shaw, I don't seem to catch you."

"Don't say good things a second time."

"But this is the third time."

"That sentence is a gift, it doesn't count."

He stared at me blankly, my stomach was already screaming empty plans, I glanced at the dinner that hadn't been settled yet, I pretended to be impatient and asked: "Are you still cooking this dinner?"

"But you just—"

"Forget it," I turned and walked out, "Let's go outside to eat, I suddenly want to eat hot pot. Vito, Uncle Yan wants to treat us to hot pot, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Vito ran out from the game room: "Okay, Dad!"

Yan Minglang glanced at Vito, still wanting to say something, but we had already walked to the door to change shoes, so he had no choice but to nod: "Let's go."

It was still the snack street, but there was a small figure between the two of them. Vito walked between me and Yan Minglang, he had never seen such a place, it only belonged to the lively night market of country Z, he held Yan Minglang in one hand, and held the meat skewers in the other, sometimes his eyes stayed, and Yan Minglang would take him there Buy what he wants to eat.

My hands were full, and I was stuffed with a few snacks from time to time. By the time I walked to the hot pot restaurant, I was already half full.

The boss is still the old boss, but a little older.The reason why he still recognized the boss who had only met once was because he was a little curious about his familiarity with Yan Minglang, so he took a few extra glances.

I didn't understand Chinese at that time, so I didn't know what they exchanged.Although I have neglected to study Chinese in the past six years, I have learned a lot with Vito recently.

So I heard the conversation between the two roughly as follows:

Boss: "Xiaoyan, you haven't been here for several years. Who did you come with last time?" He glanced at me, "It seems that he is also such a handsome foreign guy?"

Yan Minglang smiled: "That's him."

"Ah?" The boss secretly looked at me a few times, "It's not right..."

"Boss, have you forgotten, it's been six years, and he was in the development period at that time."

"Ah," the boss's eyes turned subtle, "You...you even have your hands on minors."

I almost spit out, pretending I didn't understand, and turned my head to look to the side, so that I didn't notice that Vito was listening to the conversation between the two thoughtfully, and looked at me again.

The boss probably thought that puberty meant underage, but I was indeed very young at that time, and Yan Minglang didn't correct him.

"This is...?" The boss looked at Vito, obviously not understanding why our combination had an extra child.

Yan Minglang touched Vito's hair: "His son."

"..." After a moment of sluggishness, the boss silently picked up the menu.

Because I am a regular customer, when the bottom of the hot pot boils, the dishes are ready.

Vito holds chopsticks in a decent manner. He learns everything quickly. Before coming to country Z, he has always used a knife and fork, but now his proficiency in using chopsticks and the perfect elegance of his posture will probably make many people of his age The children of country Z are ashamed of themselves.

He picked up a quail egg and put it in my bowl.

I withdrew my hand that had been fruitless for a long time, turned to him and said, "Thank you."

Well, I admit, he even knows how to use chopsticks better than me.

Now it is different from the past, I am no longer trembling in front of Yan Minglang, and I can naturally ask questions that I was curious but dared not ask back then: "Are you familiar with the boss?"

He nodded, lowered his eyes to pick up the food, and said lightly: "When I was studying, I often came here with my friends."

"You young masters from rich families will come to such a place?"

He smiled: "Think about your life before you were 16 years old."

I said "ah".He was right. In fact, before my father went bankrupt, I was also what I called a "rich man's young master". Eric and I also had many friends who hung out together, and we actually lived half of the lives of ordinary people.It's just that I always feel that people like Yan Minglang are different from me. It's unbelievable that he would eat in such a small and dilapidated shop.

Thinking of something, I narrowly said, "It's actually because of Lu Chen, right?"

He didn't waver at all, he raised his eyelids and glanced at me, his voice was flat: "At that time, it was indeed because Lu Chen liked to eat hot pot that we discovered this place, and gradually got used to coming here."

I was already half full, and I lost my combat power in less than half an hour, so I put down my chopsticks, looked at him with my chin propped up, and said, "To be honest, I was very envious of Lu Chen at that time."

"Ok?"

"I envy him for meeting you so early, if you met me first..."

He burst out laughing suddenly.

I frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"You met me when you were four or five years old. Do you think I would like you? Did you still wet the bed at night?"

"..." I took a deep breath, "Yan Minglang!"

He couldn't stop laughing, and my face became more and more ugly. He slowly stopped smiling, and tears came out of his eyes.

He picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his eyes, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes softened.

"I did like Lu Chen, and my feelings were the purest at that time. But, Shaw, we were still too young at that time, and we didn't know how to love at all, and we didn't know how to keep the person we liked. I am very Fortunately, I only met you when I was mature, otherwise, I'm afraid I will give up on you like I gave up on Lu Chen."

It was as if a light suddenly shone into a dark place in my heart.

I have been entangled in things for many years, but because of a few words from him, I suddenly become enlightened.

On the way home, Vito fell asleep in my arms.

I looked at the man's finely crafted handsome face in the rearview mirror, holding our love crystal in his arms, and I suddenly felt that happiness has always been very close.

So much entanglement, what's the point?

This is probably the fate, if there were no misunderstandings six years ago, if I hadn't left him, what would we be like now?Maybe he has never been able to realize how important I am to him, maybe we still respect each other as guests.He is still the dictator who wants to arrange everything for me, and I am still the accessory who is afraid to refute him.

In the six years of separation, I have grown up, but he has changed.

There is only one reason for his change, that is, he loves me.

He loves me, always has, including me six years ago.

"Yan," I said, "shall we start over?"

His hand holding the steering wheel slipped suddenly, and I was startled. He had quickly parked the car on the side of the road, but he didn't dare to turn his head back for a while. After a long time, he slowly turned his head around.

"I really...really heard right?" He murmured, "Are you willing to forgive me? You don't hate me anymore?"

I shook my head.

His eyes froze.

"Yan, actually, I only blamed you, not hated."