Luo Yan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and after scolding him for being shameless, he hung up the phone and turned it off, and threw it aside.

Yemo didn't call again, because he knew that Luo Yan wouldn't answer.

It's still early, and he also had insomnia last night, so now he plans to sleep a little longer.

But as soon as it touched the bed, it was Luo Yan's breath that swept over the sky, although she was not asleep next to him, but every corner of the room seemed to have her figure.

Yemo was lying on the bed where they had been clouded and rained, with a depressed face.

Thinking of something, somewhere under him, he couldn't help but stiffen up.

"Damn it!" He cursed with a cold face, then slammed off the quilt and got out of bed, rushing into the bathroom.

After a while, there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

Yemo tilted his head slightly, standing under the shower, cold water pouring down from above his head, he closed his eyes, trying to collect everything about her, but he couldn't, instead her figure became more and more profound in his mind......

He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a strong layer of love in his eyes.

His gaze swept over the bathroom, and he even remembered that here, he and Luo Yan had also been extremely indulgent in pleasure......

He glanced down at the towering ...... beneath him

"I can only serve your uncle." He smiled mockingly, the faint light in his eyes becoming more and more obscure.

*

Luo Yan was completely disturbed by Yemo's phone call and couldn't stay in bed.

She got up, washed, and tidied up, and it was already dark.

She went to the restaurant downstairs and planned to get something to eat, but found that Fu Chengyan was already in the kitchen.

The fragrant taste of breakfast came into Luo Yan's nose, instantly making her stomach send out a signal of hunger.

"Sit down, just wait a while."

Fu Chengyan turned his head and smiled at her slightly, and then continued to concentrate on the breakfast in his hand.

The figure of him wearing a blue apron and standing in the kitchen is really ...... It's like night ink.

For a while, Yemo made sweet and sour fish for her every day, and he would also wear a blue apron to work in the kitchen, both of them were the same tall and straight, Luo Yan even hallucinated, thinking that against the early morning sun, the person standing in the kitchen was ......

Luo Yan hurry up and stop!

Early in the morning, how can you think of that bastard again?

Luo Yan had the heart to bite her tongue and commit suicide, she shook her head, and her thoughts instantly cleared up.

There was no announcement today, and after breakfast, Luo Yan thought about going to Song Tiantian to have a look.

Recently, her mind has been hanging over there, Song Tiantian doesn't wake up for a day, her heart is not at peace for a moment, even if she goes to the hospital, she can't help anything, but looking at her more and quietly accompanying her by her side will also make Luo Yan feel better.

As before, when Luo Yan went to Song Tiantian's ward, Tang Jingyun was still standing there like a stone that had not been moved for 10,000 years.

Luo Yan will also bring a fresh bouquet of flowers as usual.

She walked to the window and slipped the bouquet into the glass bottle.

"You're just in time." Tang Jingyun spoke in a low voice, he stood up, and glanced at Luo Yan with a tired gaze: "I want to go back to Dijing Villa to see Niannian, please help me stay in the ward for the time being, take care of the tilt, it won't be long, about three hours." ”

"No problem." Luo Yan responded very happily.