Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Chen originally thought he was just scaring her, but he didn't expect him to be real.

She was already injured, but the result of the injury is that she can't get up...

When everything was over, he held her back to the bedroom.

The night is deep.

She woke up from the luxurious bed and saw him smoking by the window.

After finishing, he didn't wear trousers and shirt anymore, but a black bathrobe. He stood in the dark in the dark like this, like a dark angel.

Qin Chen looked down at himself. Fortunately, he also had a bathrobe instead of frantically not wearing anything to her.

Lie back slowly, she said flatly: "I'm hungry."

Lan Yu, who was smoking in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, turned around and looked at her quietly. After watching for a long time, she muttered, "I'm going to make paella for you."

Qin Chen frowned.

Lan Yu put out his cigarette **** and walked over here: "Can you get up?"

Qin Chen tucked his brown hair, "I can't move it for about two days."

She paused, "If you don't want to wait on me, consider sending me back to the apartment?"

Lan Yu's gaze was a bit deep, "Just want to leave?"

Qin Chen didn't want to face him, let alone look at his eyes, because it was too deep, because it was too addictive.

She was also afraid of sleeping with him, as if she had an addiction.

She never knew that she was so passionate about this kind of thing... Lan Yu was right.

She obviously enjoyed it, she liked it very much—

Even if it hurts.

But she enjoyed it, liked it, and liked his slightly distorted expression on her body, which showed his great joy.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "Mr. Lan, we are actually strangers."

"The body is no longer unfamiliar, your body recognizes me." He said lightly, and walked out.

On the first floor of the kitchen, Qin Chen faintly heard some subtle noises coming from the kitchen. She didn't make a sound and just listened.

After about half an hour, footsteps sounded in the stairwell.

The door opened, Lan Yu came in with a plate of paella with delicious flavors and flavors, placed it on the bedside, and said mockingly: "Should I feed you Mrs. Lan?"

Qin Chen frowned, "I don't like seafood rice."

When she finished speaking, Lan Yu's face changed and became extremely ugly.

He seemed to smile, but the smile was cold and seemed to be mocking: "So you don't like paella."

"I've never liked it." Compared to his excitement, Qin Chen looked flat: "I hope I can have a little freedom. It's not that I have to be controlled by Mr. Lan even what I eat, and you don't want to do it. You can order takeaway."

"It's three o'clock in the night, where are you going to order takeaway?" He sneered and got up, staring at her condescendingly: ‘Tell me, what do you like to eat now? ’

Qin Chen pursed his lips: "Chicken noodles."

Chicken noodles?

It's very simple, but she didn't touch this kind of clear soup with little water. The previous Qin Chen's taste was a bit heavy.

Lan Yu watched her for a long time, and when she thought he was going to get angry again, he said, "Wait for half an hour."

After speaking, he took the paella away and returned to the kitchen.

He was holding the plate in his hand. He originally wanted to pour out the food on the plate, but after watching it for a while, he finally stayed.

Putting a whole chicken into the pressure cooker, he slowly got rid of the paella while waiting.