It's New Year's Day in the blink of an eye. Han Luochen came to eat, his old housekeeper went home, and the chef also took a holiday. He'd been eating out all the time, and suddenly he missed the food at home.

He came to Lan Qingchuan, her house was also empty, only one or two maids, and the housekeeper also went back on vacation. It's not time to eat yet, she sits on the balcony on the second floor and reads, the hanging basket is swaying, it can be seen that she is in a good mood.

Han Luochen took out her book, holding it heavily in his hand, he glanced at the words on the golden hard cover, all of them were in French, and he didn't understand it. He threw it on the table, trying to find a place to sit down, but he couldn't find a spare chair.

Lan Qingchuan laughed, took the book, and continued to look.

"I brush my presence like this, and you don't add a chair to me, a regular customer." He threw his arms out, and sat down on the marble railing by the balcony, cold and hard, and he jumped down and took her cushion and put it on it.

Lan Qingchuan frowned, "You're too nonsense, hurry down, it's too dangerous." ”

He wore a pullover sweater with a round neck and crisp yellow and blue stripes today. Beneath it was jeans, dangling in boots, and his black hair swaying gently with his movements.

He smiled, his hands propped up on the white railing, his petal-colored lips raised, too beautiful and dazzling, "Are you worried about me?" He stared straight at her, and he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"I'm happy, but there's no need to worry about it," he said. In the end, I compromised, supported my arms, jumped slightly, and came down gracefully. He clapped his hands, and the sound of his boots was steady.

Lan Qingchuan took the book and walked into the house, without showing too much expression to him. Han Luochen took the tissue on the table and wiped her hands, but found that she had already walked away.

He shouted from behind, "Hey. The voice was displeased.

Lan Qingchuan walked to the bookshelf in the room, inserted the book, and said in a faint tone, "Don't you want a seat?" Let it be given to you. ”

"You're also joking, Lan Qingchuan, what cradle do I sit in as a big man?" He pushed the delicate hanging basket made of bamboo and rattan in disgust, and pulled up the large shawl that had fallen on her pillow.

There was no sound behind her, she sighed, and walked to the side of the stairs to prepare to go down for lunch, "The chef is back, you will be at it, and you are not allowed to pick and choose." He has a strong taste, and after eating a meal, he must pour a few glasses of water after it, which makes her side of the meal very light and picky. As soon as she finished speaking, a thick layer of clothing fell on her shoulders, with the familiar aroma of grapefruit. She tugged at it, and it was her own shawl, which had probably landed on the balcony when she was flipping through the book.

"I'll make do with it. In the evening, I went to eat in the south of the city, just the two of us. Luo Jie: They are probably all in their hometown, and they won't be able to come for a while. He withdrew his hand and examined it, the blue-blue color made her crystal clear, and her face was as pale as snow. I felt very satisfied, and said casually.

"I can't go today, I have to go to a party." As she walked, she saw him go down several stairs with one foot, relaxed, like a child who had not grown up, and he was very playful.

"If you can't go, let's do it next time." He didn't care, and after a while he reached the living room on the ground floor. "I remember you have homemade hawthorn cake here, it tastes good, give me some appetizers first." It turns out that I still remember the snacks on her side. Lan Qingchuan smiled and asked the maid to bring a plate, this guy loves sweetness, he has a lot of desserts at home, and the last time I went to his place, a half-dismantled chocolate fell off the carpet. She had never seen a boy like this.