False Love Becomes True - Chapter 674

Qi Lin and Yan Zhen go back to Haitian villa in silence. Aunt Ou doesn’t dare to talk much when they see their cold faces. She just tells them that Liu Xiaoyue has come once and only brings them some food. There is nothing else.

Yan Zhen nodded, took a look at Qi Lin, and said to Aunt ou, “I’m a little uncomfortable. Dinner is calling me.”

Aunt Ou nodded. Qi Lin didn’t follow Yan Zhen upstairs. Instead, she went to her study. She just told her to cook some light food for dinner and ordered some dishes that Yan Zhen still ate. Aunt Ou wrote down all the things.

On the other side, as Qi Lin leaves with Yan Zhen in his arms, Tang Shiming comes out of the room.

She looked at the lonely song Pan’an and said with a smile: “it’s really pitiful. People who like you don’t like you, and the brotherhood is in danger.”

Song Pan’an scolded: “shut up.”

Tang Shiming’s face was not worried. She hummed, “why, have you considered it clearly?”

Song Pan’an patted the dust in the corner of his clothes and said in a cold voice to Tang Shiming: “roll.”

Tang Shiming was a little angry: “Song Pan’an, since you have been moved, you still pretend to be a gentleman.”

Song Pan’an ignored Tang Shiming, just looked at each other with hazy eyes and murderous face, and asked in a cold voice, “how did you come here?”

Tang Shiming covered her lips and said with a smile, “well, this is not your place. Why can’t I come here?”

Song Pan’an approached Tang Shiming, full of oppression: “I ask you, how did you get the news? Yan Zhen and I are coming.”

Tang Shiming’s eyes turned: “it’s just a coincidence! This place belongs to Qi Linding.” But she said it.

Song Pan’an naturally understood the meaning of this sentence. He sneered and pushed Tang Shiming away: “don’t confuse me with you. You are not worthy.”

Tang Shiming: “you!”

Song Pan’an tidied up his clothes, looked at Tang Shiming with disdain, and said, “it’s ridiculous for you to pretend to be in front of the LORD with a reputation that doesn’t belong to you.”

When Tang Shiming heard that Yan’s face turned white, her voice was a little sharp: “yes, I’m funny. You’re not funny. If you’re not funny, why don’t you want to tell them the truth?”

Ignoring the shouting Tang Shiming, song Pan’an said slowly, “why should I tell them? It’s their business.”

Tang Shiming immediately said, “then it’s also my business. Don’t interfere.”

Song Pan’an raises eyebrows: “why? They are my good friends. Why should I let them be hoodwinked by cheaters? ”

Tang Shiming was upset by song Pan’an’s words: “what do you mean?”

Song Pan’an: “look at my mood, Tang Shiming, don’t put on airs in front of me. I know more things than you think, even if you don’t know or think.”

Tang Shiming gritted her teeth: “what do you want me to do?”

Song Pan’an has more information about her illness than Aldrich did at the beginning, and song Pan’an is more difficult to deal with than Aldrich.

“Don’t provoke Yan Zhen any more,” Song Pan’an said without expression That is, don’t make Yan Zhen angry again.

Tang Shiming’s face is a little twisted. Yan Zhen, what’s good about that woman, Yan Zhen? Why are they both fascinated by each other!

However, on the surface, Tang Shiming struggled a lot, and then said, “yes, I promise you not to provoke Yan Zhen, but you promise me not to tell Qi Lin about it.”

Song Pan’an put out his hand: “I promised you this exchange?”

Tang Shiming’s face turned black: “Song Pan’an, don’t bully people too much.”

Song Pan’an chuckled: “look at my mood.”

With that, song Pan’an ignores Tang Shiming and turns to leave. He always feels uneasy, maybe because he is worried about Yan Zhen!

Tang Shiming cried: “Song Pan’an, don’t you really want to be with Yan Zhen?”

Song Pan’an steps, he thought ah, why not. However, compared with Yan Zhen, who was imprisoned beside him, he preferred Yan Zhen, who was in high spirits and had a good deal to say in the shopping mall.

Tang Shiming continued: “if I can let Yan Zhen stay with you, what will it be?”

Song Pan’an reaches out to push the door, and his arm stops slowly. Then he turns around and looks at Tang Shiming with deep eyes.

…

in the evening, Haitian villa.

Yan Zhen didn’t go to bed and rest when she returned to her room. Instead, she looked at the documents in her mailbox and dealt with her business. She knew that if Qi Lin did not follow her, she would go to the study to deal with the work. Since Qi Lin had occupied the study, she would not get close to it.

When Aunt Ou came to knock on the door, Yan Zhen rubbed her painful eyes and opened the door.

“The meal is ready, madam.”

Yan Zhen nods to show that she knows. Then she changes her clothes and goes downstairs to eat.

Downstairs, Qi Lin is already waiting at the table.When see downstairs decorate of time, Yan Zhen surprised stare big apricot Mou.

The servant quietly retreated. Aunt Ou brought up the last dish and retreated. Only Yan Zhen and Qi Lin were left in the big living room.

Qi Lin stood up and looked at Yan Zhen’s clothes. He said with a smile, “it’s beautiful. Come here to eat. You like it.”

This special candlelight dinner, there is no knife and fork steak on the table, only a few beautiful dishes, hot porridge, and red wine as out of place as that candle.

Yan Zhen frowned, covered up the fluctuation of the fundus and asked, “what are you really doing?”

Qi Lin got up. He was wearing a tailored suit. He was dignified and had an extraordinary temperament. His eyes were gentle. The dim yellow candle light took care of his resolute and cold features.

“You forget it’s Valentine’s day?”

Qi Lin pulls Yan Zhen, presses Yan Zhen to his seat, and whispers, “let’s not mention the unpleasant things that happened at noon today. It’s just the two of us tonight, OK?”

It’s not good. Every time she raises her hand and falls down, Yan Zhen feels that she can’t hold back. But when she sees the light of Qi Lin’s eyes, she snorts.

Yan Zhen looks a little awkward. She looks at the mixed Chinese and Western dining table and laughs: “so you let aunt Ou prepare these?”

Qi Lin smiles: “OK? If you feel comfortable, if you don’t like western food, just tell me, I’ll take you to something else. ”

Yan Zhen frowned: “have a meal!”

Qi Lin nodded, two people on the candlelight, quiet porridge.

Tasted congee, the spoon under Yan Zhen hand is one meal, Qi Lin detects to ask: “how?”

Yan Zhen asked as if nothing had happened: “the taste of porridge, en… Isn’t it made by the kitchen aunt?”

Qi Lin said casually, “well, she’s not here today. What’s the matter?”

Yan Zhen glanced at Qi Lin strangely and held back the corner of his mouth.

Yan Zhen knows that this porridge is made by Qi Lin.