Ye Weilan woke up instantly.

Qi Ye held her in his arms and rubbed her neck, as if he was very happy.

"Lan, I'm hungry."

The first time he heard him call this, Ye Weilan was a little uncomfortable: "I'll ask the butler to get you some food."

"No," Qi Ye changed to rub against her shoulder: "I want to eat what you made."

Ye Weilan held his face: "...I'm not as good as the chef."

Qi Ye grabbed her hand and continued to rub her soft chest down: "It's okay, I don't dislike it."

Ye Weilan: "..."

"Make it for me to eat," Qi Ye teased her through her clothes, his tone was vague: "Or I'll eat it and you'll satisfy your cravings."

She immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Qi Ye watched his slender back and laughed softly.

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen. Qi Ye lazily fell on the sofa, lit a cigarette, but did not smoke.

This mansion has been empty for more than ten years. No one knows the moment he entered the door just now, when he saw the person sleeping on the sofa waiting for him to return home, his quiet and beautiful face, and his heart was throbbing.

Although she may not have been waiting for him because she loves him.

After a while, Ye Weilan brought a bowl of steaming noodles to Qi Ye, and walked back and brought a bowl of smaller ones out and sat opposite him.

Qi Ye pinched out the cigarette in his hand and pressed it into the ashtray. He raised his eyes and saw Ye Weilan's expression: "Don't you like me smoking?"

She held the chopsticks and said, "I don't want to smoke second-hand smoke."

Qi Ye said: "Then I won't smoke anymore."

He rarely smokes, and he only grows up so much, but he will take it out tonight when he is extremely irritated, which is also because he is in a good mood.

The noodles were very fragrant, with green onions onions and a few slices of ham. Qi Ye buried his head in eating noodles.

Ye Weilan glanced at the clock on the wall and it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

She was a little hesitant and didn't know how to speak.

Qi Ye quickly took off his bowl. Looking at the little wife's expression of being reluctant to speak, he knocked on her bowl with chopsticks, and smiled and said, "But I can't finish it? Do you want me to help you?"

"Don't knock on the bowl!" Ye Weilan patted his hands.

This was entirely due to conditioned reflex. When she and Wei Nuan knocked on the bowl when they were young, Ye’s mother would teach them this lesson, saying that knocking on the bowl was unlucky.

Qi Ye looked at her red hands and looked at her a little aggrievedly.

Ye Weilan blinked, and probably no one dared to teach the eldest young master such a lesson.

Qi Ye moved his bowl away and pulled her over: "I want it more."

Ye Weilan was speechless. Fortunately, she was not very hungry, so she put down her chopsticks and waited quietly for him to finish her meal.

The rain outside the house kept raining, the quiet night, the empty home, in such an atmosphere, Ye Weilan couldn't say what he wanted to say.

When she brought the bowls and chopsticks back to the kitchen, when she came out, Qi Ye lay on the sofa and waved to her: "Come here."

Ye Weilan walked over, Qi Ye carried her into his arms, covered her with a blanket, and then he turned off the light.

The gorgeous hall was empty.

"Lan."

"……Um?"

"Let's try."

"What?"

"If Qin Yu can give you three hundred pampering, I can give you three thousand pampering. I am no worse than any man who loves you. Why don't you try to accept me with your heart?" The charming tone contained a hint of undetectable domineering: "Don't hate me, no one is willing to force his lover unless there is really no hope."

Ye Weilan closed her eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Chapter completed!