… Do you really think he didn’t notice this car following them like this
A Land Rover with such a magnificent car couldn't be kidnapped. After thinking about it, only Feng Yangao could do this.
Qi Yan couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect Feng Yangao to have such a cute side
Wen Ruo was walking here, feeling sulky in his heart. He didn't expect Qi Yan to clarify his relationship with him just now... Didn't he like her and want to protect her? And that group of men also wanted to get to the bottom of it. He was so embarrassed... Qi Yan didn't even come to comfort him along the way. How could this be possible
Thinking like this, Wen Ruo couldn't help but get even angrier, and wanted to go back to Qi Yan to ask, but found Qi Yan standing on the side of the street, stunned and unable to leave.
"Hey Qi Yan!" Wen Ruo called, walked over and asked in a bad tone: "What are you looking at?"
Qi Yan, who was summoned back to his senses, blinked and said softly: "It's nothing."
Seeing his understatement, Wen Ruo became even more angry: "Why did you just-"
As soon as the words came out, Wen Ruo paused. What do you want to say? Ask why clarify our relationship? Wouldn't it appear that he is very self-indulgent and has no face at all...
Thinking of this, Wen Ruoqi kept his resentment in his stomach, glared at Qi Yan, and walked angrily towards home.
[The heroine's favorability towards Qi Yan is -10, current favorability: 35]
Qi Yan looked at her back and felt like laughing. When Wen Ruo comes here, why does he feel that he is a heartless person who is rich and prosperous, but she is a good woman who does her best to protect him
Obviously at the beginning, the person who looked down on Qi Yan the most was Wen Ruo yourself.
Qi Yan's lips curled up with a mocking smile, and he glanced at Land Rover who kept a distance from him. He ignored him and followed Wen Ruo's footsteps.
[The male protagonist’s favorability towards Qi Yan is +5, current favorability: 15]
This favorability level really drops quickly and rises slowly.
When they arrived at Wen Ruo's house, the door was not closed. Fortunately, Wen Ruo didn't close the door out of anger. Otherwise, if Wen Ruo had gone to pick him up, and they didn't come back together, he would have knocked on the door to get in. Wen Ruo's mother might have asked if something embarrassing would have happened. What about.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of cooking. Wen's mother has always been good at cooking. As an orphan, Qi Yan has been familiar with this smell since he was a child. Because apart from the food in the orphanage, this is the only place where he can eat whatever he wants.
"It smells so good." Qi Yan smiled and changed his shoes and walked into the kitchen. Wen Ruo was helping Wen's mother wash vegetables. When he came back, she snorted and said nothing. On the other hand, Wen's mother had a smile on her face and kindly chased him out: "Go to the living room and wait. There is a lot of oil smoke in the kitchen. Don't let your fine suit smell like oil smoke all over it. What's that like!"
Qi Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said, "You should cook less. The three of us can't eat much, so don't tire yourself out."
"Oh, of course I know. You should get out quickly, otherwise your colleagues at work will smell the fumes all over you tomorrow!" Wen's mother patted him lightly with her free hand and drove him to the living room.
Sitting on the sofa, feeling the smell of oil smoke coming from the kitchen. The range hood seems to be old, and the oil fume is not smoked that thoroughly. Even so, the strong smell of home that hangs under the small house makes Qi Yan felt endless warmth.
The original owner's feelings are still there, grafted onto Qi Yan's body, and Qi Yan has experienced a lot of that sour taste.