madnovel Chapter 195
Chapter 195
The 18th dragon scale (V)
An Yan is a little overwhelmed. He is usually used to wearing a straight face. There are many girls who like him, but few dare to come up against his cold face. Moreover, in front of him, the top lady is not good. Linglong has never seen such a thing. And an Yan didn't think Linglong was really seducing. Her eyes didn't have any lust, but seemed to be teasing him.
He took a cold step back. "These things are not important. What I want to know is --"
"Do you want to ask Dongdong?" Linglong sat on the sofa, crossed her legs and held her cheeks with one hand. "But why should I tell you? You two must have a lot of relationship by looking at your faces?"
"He can't be my son." An Yan said with certainty, "it's hard for me to speak in front of my parents, but how can you say that to people casually in your innocent girl's house?"
They both knew what the words were. Linglong looked at the man up and down, suddenly smiled, didn't answer his question, but said, "I'm hungry and want to eat food other than takeout."
This is to send an Yan to cook for her, but how does she know he can cook? An Yan's entrepreneurship will hold back all his strength, refuse to take a dime from his family, and don't let his father subsidize it. It is completely a market that he chews down by himself. It is rare to be free. He will use the least money to buy some fruits and meat, cook by himself, and exercise his good cooking skills. But he hasn't cooked for a long time. As a workaholic, he doesn't even have time to rest. Where can he spare time to cook?
Linglong insisted: "don't you cook for me? You don't even want to cook a meal for your child's mother... "
An Yan felt the waves in her eyes, as if she would cry the next second. He nodded big, or raised his hand to surrender: "I know, you wait a minute."
It's getting late. It's inconvenient to do anything. Fortunately, there are quick-frozen noodles. After thawing, they are boiled in boiling water, fished out and dried to make fried noodles. It's convenient, affordable and delicious. Smelling the fragrance, an Yan was hungry, so he made more. As a result, Linglong directly took the pot away: "I'll eat like this."
She looks so slim and slim. She doesn't have any excess fat all over her body, but she has to eat a large pot of fried noodles alone on such a night? Anyan has enough reason to doubt whether Linglong can finish it.
... then Linglong proved herself.
"Your cooking is delicious." Linglong thought, "that's it. I'll dismiss my cooking aunt tomorrow and give it to you in the future."
An Yan almost thought he had heard wrong. Linglong looked at his expression and immediately said, "what's your attitude, shouldn't you? I've worked hard to pull things up. Have you done anything to be a father in the past six years? You don't have! Isn't that what you should do? Compensate our mother and son! "
She said everything. What can he say? An Yan sighed, "although Dongdong looks like me, I'm sure I haven't had children with anyone."
"Maybe you have, but you don't know?"
An Yan: "..." is there a man who doesn't know such a thing?
Linglong didn't give him an answer, but asked, "when will your sister go home? I want to take Dongdong to meet the big star."
When she mentioned her sister, an Yan's eyes became softer: "she's a little busy at work recently. She hasn't been home for nearly two months."
"Well." Linglong answered carelessly, "you have a good relationship with your sister?"
Anyan doesn't really want to talk to her about these more private topics, because his relationship with Linglong is quite embarrassing. His parents identified Dongdong as his son and asked him to take good care of them. However, Anyan has a clear mind. How can Dongdong be his child?
"Are you thinking that Dongdong can't be your son? I'm here to blackmail you?"
"... I didn't."
"It's okay, even if you think so, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I don't care."
"Miss long -"
"Call my name, or I refuse to answer any of your questions."
"... Linglong, can we talk frankly?"
Linglong blinked: "if you want to ask Dongdong what's the origin, I won't say anything."
"That --"
"Shh." She put up a slender finger against her lip, with deep eyebrows and eyes, hiding a light that Ann Yan couldn't understand. But then the light turned into a pure and charming smile on her face, "don't worry, you'll know soon."
That night, an Yan had a dream of spring that she was ashamed to say. When she woke up, she found that she was sleeping in Linglong's guest room. Then Linglong heard the sound of the washing machine early in the morning. She turned over at will, put the soft and fat child in her arms as a pillow, and slept comfortably.
Workaholics are workaholics. They can't stop for a minute. When Linglong woke up with the children, an Yan had already gone to work, but she prepared breakfast for them. Linglong yawned and filled two bowls of porridge. The children sat on the dining chair and peeled the duck egg shell. Linglong came over with the porridge, just as the duck egg was peeled.