Wine is really not a good thing, I have a splitting headache, Zhou Fan struggled to get up from the bed, touched the pillow, and the pillow was still wet.

The aroma of coffee, the richness of milk, and the taste of sweet and creamy. Is this a dream? Zhou Fan pinched his face, it hurt, it didn't seem to be.

Dressed in a gray shirt and apron, Shilang was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. This tempting aroma, coupled with the handsome and handsome man, Zhou Fan was completely fascinated by him and stared at him.

"How long are you going to see it," Shilang looked at Zhou Fan with a smile.

"I haven't woken up yet, I'll go back to sleep" Zhou Fan was stunned and finished speaking, turned around and went back to the room.

"Didn't you see what time it was? Sleep in the afternoon. Shi Lang stretched out his arm as slender as his body, looked at his watch, and then stretched out to Zhou Fan.

"What time is it, my alarm clock hasn't gone off yet" Zhou Fan approached him, he had a cool mint smell on his body, and there was a milky smell, it really smelled good.

Zhou Fan stared, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and he couldn't delay for a moment, turned around and rushed to the entrance to change his shoes and said, "Why don't you wake me up, hurry up and send me to the store." ”

Shi Lang was not in a hurry, and continued to decorate his cake, not to mention how leisurely he looked.

"You don't have to go to work today, my parents and your uncle Hong Ling are about an hour away, now you should clean up yourself and look at you, a smell of alcohol."

"Is my uncle here too?" Zhou Fan looked at him in a daze.

"I wanted to surprise you, who knew that you drank so much wine, the alarm clock rang for a long time, I was woken up by two walls, you didn't wake up, I turned off your brain clock, Hong Yu went to pick up the plane, Shixuan went to ask for leave, are you hungry, try my cake."

"I'm sorry," Zhou Fan said with an embarrassed smile.

Zhou Fan took off his shoes, came to the kitchen in slippers, picked up chopsticks and headed towards the cake clip, but was blocked by Shilang with a fork.

"It took me more than two hours to make a cake that you didn't want to spoil like this. Sit down," Shi Lang ordered Zhou Fan in a commanding tone.

Zhou Fan listened to him, sat down slowly, and took the fork in his hand.

"Your favorite fruit cake"

The cake was decorated like a work of art, and even the fruit was shaped by him, a lifelike rabbit, vivid.

"I ate," Zhou Fan asked as he bit the plug.

"Let's Eat"

Zhou Fan was like a soldier who had been ordered, scooped a big spoonful with a spoon, stuffed it into her mouth, the cream was on her lips, and she used her tongue to add the cream on the side of her lips, again and again.

"It's so delicious, can I eat them all?"

"Yes, your food is not as good as a child, eat slowly, Hong Yu is not here, no one will rob you."

Zhou Fan paid attention to what he said, and ate it in a big gulp, Shilang took a cup of coffee and put it next to her, and sat down to watch her eat.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm embarrassed to eat it, is Naika here today? The mother-in-law is here, shouldn't her daughter-in-law behave well?. ”

"There's cake to eat, but I can't stop your mouth."

"In other words, does she understand the Chinese mother-in-law and daughter-in-law way of getting along?"

"Do you understand?"

"It's okay, although I haven't lived with my mother-in-law much, most of them are similar, even coaxing and cheating, how happy she is. How to make the cake, it's delicious. ”

"You can really eat, you ate the amount of cake that Naika has for a week, and she is afraid of being fat."

"It's a woman's nature to love beauty, and I'm full." Zhou Fan looked at the half-eaten cake, and his stomach really couldn't hold it.

"Look at your mouth" Shilang gently wiped the cream off her lips with his fingers, and put his fingers in his own mouth.

Seeing his actions, Zhou Fan remembered his words that day, and immediately stood up and said embarrassedly, "I'll go wash up." ”

"Zhou Fan, you seem to be deliberately avoiding me, am I scary?" Shi Lang took the fork used by Zhou Fan and ate the rest of the cake.

"I've used the fork, I'll get you another one." Zhou Fan went to snatch the fork in his hand, but he grabbed his hand.

"You've been lingering in my mind lately, I'm afraid I'm liking you."

Zhou Fan looked at his handsome face, he was really attractive, but it was not suitable for me.

"You don't like me, you are pitying me and sympathizing with me. It's the same with me, for someone like me, there's no reason for you to like it, I won't like you because you're my good friend's boyfriend. ”

Zhou Fan broke free of his hand, pulled the fork out of his hand, took a new one for him, and rushed into his room.

Zhou Fan leaned his back against the door, yes, he didn't need sympathy, pity. Not to mention that he has been married and has given birth to children, even if he has never been married or given birth to children, he is not worthy of being with someone as good as him. I have no education, no looks, no figure, no parents, and a person who has nothing, but he has an inferiority complex that occupies the inner world forever.

Naka is beautiful, gentle and virtuous, and she is very different from herself. There is no room for comparison, so that I will not be stupid enough to make myself ugly and lose a rare and valuable friend.

However, what does a handsome person like him look like, and the child he gives birth to, is he as handsome as him? What is it like to be born with Naika, and what about those born with yourself? Thinking of this, Zhou Fan pinched himself very much with his hand, and suddenly sobered up a lot. If there is such a messy idea in the future, such a trick is the most useful, but the thigh hurts too much.

Shi Lang in the restaurant held a fork and thought about what Zhou Fan had just said. Is it really mercy? Sympathy? When you're with Naka, you don't think of her. As long as she is separated from Naka, her shadow will follow and linger.

She doesn't have Naixiang's delicate appearance, but her eyes always reveal a touch of sadness, and she doesn't feel that people sympathize with her, sometimes she is strong, sometimes she is withdrawn, sometimes she doesn't say a word, and she quarrels with Hong Yu, like an angry little beast.

The cake is sweet, but the taste changes in the mouth when you eat it, and the cream is not as fragrant as the one on Zhou Fan's lips just now, it becomes bitter and astringent.

The phone rang, bringing back Shi Lang, who was immersed in thoughts, and Hong Yu called, saying that it was about to arrive.

Zhou Fan was still rinsing in the bathroom, the warm water washed every inch of her body, but it could never wash away her inferiority complex.