Even so, he still asked the waiter to bring a bowl of milk walnut cheese and a small plate of Soviet-style snacks, and put them in front of Lan Qingchuan, "Pad your stomach first." She wore a black woollen sweater, a little orange jacket, and a tweed coat over it. Although it was a cold winter, it was still steep, and the pavilion was ventilated on all sides, and her fingers were blue and white.

Han Luochen frowned, "Is it cold or not?" You're just right, why don't you change the box inside? ”

She shook her head, there were other people there, and he didn't bother.

The dishes were quickly served, which was very in line with the antique meaning of this club, the dishes were light and elegant. She remembered that Han Luochen and they should all have a heavy taste, so she didn't know if she was used to it.

Then she found that she was thinking too much, and after this round of dishes was served, another one came, which was specially prepared for Luo Jie and them, and it was fragrant.

She smiled and took a sip of quail soup, which was warm and warm to her heart. I heard Luo Jie exhale a few more times, "This kind of weather, this is enough to taste." "It's very spicy.

Han Luochen ate very happily, and obviously missed the food in his hometown for a long time. When he went back, he sighed, "The food abroad is almost tired of my taste." I've been to a town built on a lake where people live a long life. I stayed there for a week, eating their grilled fish and bread every day, and I couldn't stand it. ”

Lan Qingchuan laughed when he heard this.

After everyone finished dinner, they made a fuss for a while, they cared about her body, and let Han Luochen go early, so that he could send her back to rest.

When she arrived at the door of her villa, she was about to get out of the car, but he locked the door. This car was just picked up from customs with the help of Luo Jie, and it was as shiny as ever. There was a faint aroma in the car, like wheat, and like bitter coffee.

Lan Qingchuan had no choice but to look back at him, "Is there anything else?" ”

He seemed to be smiling, and his black hair was moist with a bit of foggy night, and it was short and sharp on his forehead. He bent his eyebrows, pulled her over, and asked in a low voice, "Haven't answered me yet, Lan Qingchuan, have you missed me for so many months?" ”

His tone was familiar and ambiguous, like the murmur of a lover.

Lan Qingchuan lowered her head, and Han Luochen only saw her gently tugging the corners of her mouth from this angle, and quickly stopped it. She said it anyway, and hummed lowly, "You shouldn't have written me so many letters." ”

When Han Luochen heard this, his smile deepened, and his face was fair and noble, "I'm not here to achieve my goal." His eyes were burning, "Apparently a good way." ”

"Alright, let me go down. You've just come back, get a good rest. She turned around and pulled the car door again. There was a sudden hot force on her shoulder, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her closer suddenly, and before Lan Qingchuan could even react, a kiss fell lightly on her forehead. The heat of his breath was still there.

Lan Qingchuan didn't expect him to move, his expression was a little stunned, his eyes widened slightly, and he blinked lightly at his birch-brown star-sparkling eyes.

He touched the tip of her wet brow, and smiled so brightly and arrogantly, "Reward you." She got out of the car and slammed the window slightly.

Han Luochen heard a laugh, especially happy and indescribable, "Good night, have a good dream." She could imagine his smug look.