Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

When Qin Beichuan said this, Jia Lan was putting the noodles into the pot, she didn't know what she thought of, she was distracted, and her fingers touched the side of the pot.

She hissed and withdrew her hand.

"what happened."

Qin Beichuan put down the cup, turned off the fire first, then held her wrist, brought her to the sink, turned on the cold water, and washed her burnt fingers.

"Don't rush, it's not serious." She said, and was about to withdraw her hand.

"Don't move." Qin Beichuan held her hand, not intending to let go.

Jia Lan didn't insist anymore, and obediently let him hold hands.

The two stood side by side in front of the pool, shoulder to shoulder, holding hands, so close that they could almost hear each other's breathing.

The atmosphere between the two became more and more ambiguous, Qin Beichuan's heart was hot, he looked down at Jialan, she bit her lip lightly, her face was already flushed.

Qin Beichuan finally couldn't bear it and asked Jialan, "Do you love him very much?"

She looked at the water and was silent for a moment, "He is a very simple person, and he respects me very much. Being with him makes me feel safe. Besides, I am not young anymore. I want to start a family and have a companion. .”

"I asked if you loved him."

Jia Lan didn't look at him, and said with a smile, "I've already said that I want to marry him."

Qin Beichuan frowned. This question is not difficult. If she loves her, she only needs to answer it positively.

Having said so much, it is nothing more than evading his question.

If she really wanted to be with Luo Zilin, Qin Beichuan would not disturb her life.

But now, he felt that Jialan didn't like Luo Zilin that much.

"You can't lie to me. I can tell that you don't love him." After Qin Beichuan finished speaking, he observed Jialan's expression.

She lowered her eyes, "That's your mistake."

Qin Beichuan turned off the faucet and took her by the shoulder.

"Did he force you?"

Jialan smiled helplessly, "Of course not! I don't want to get married, who can force me, I really want to have a family, Zilin is quite suitable."

"If you want a home, I..."

"It's time for me to cook the noodles. The noodles will stick together in a while."

Jialan broke free from his hand, went back to the stove, and turned on the knob.

Qin Beichuan also returned to the bar chair and sat down.

Looking at Jialan's back, he was full of thoughts.

The unfinished sentence just now was because he wanted Jialan to consider him.

Jalan probably guessed what he was going to say, but she didn't even want him to say it.

Are you still brooding over what happened back then?

That incident back then really made the relationship between the two of them very awkward, as if they had slept with their good friend.

But after that incident, in his eyes, Jialan was no longer an ordinary friend, but a woman, a woman who would arouse his ambiguous associations...

Later, Jia Lan left his company, and he thought of her from time to time.

It's not the way a brother thinks of a sister, or the way a friend thinks, it's the way a man thinks of a woman.

He thought it was because he was old and wanted to start a family.

There were good girls around at the time, but every time he seriously considered starting a new relationship, he couldn't help but think of Jialan.

Only later did he realize that Ye Jialan was the only person he wanted to settle down with.

So he came back from abroad and chased her to Jiangcheng.

But Jialan seems to only resist him.

……

A few minutes later, a bowl of refreshing plain noodles was cooked, and Jialan filled a bowl for him and served it to the table.

As usual, a few small green vegetables and a boiled poached egg are placed on the surface. The seasoning is very simple, just two drops of sesame oil and a little light soy sauce.

Qin Beichuan took a sip, it was the taste he missed.

He was not hungry at first, but suddenly he had an appetite, and he started to eat without looking at his image.

When he was about to finish eating, he inadvertently raised his head and looked at Jia Lan who was sitting opposite, and found that she was staring at him blankly.

As soon as their eyes met, she avoided it and stood up: "I'm going to clean up the kitchen."

At this time, Qin Beichuan's bowl had already bottomed out, he hurriedly stopped Jialan, took the bowl, and stretched it forward: "I haven't eaten enough, is there any more?"

She smiled and said, "I just cooked a bowl. It's not good to eat too much at night."

Qin Beichuan had no choice but to put down the bowl: "Then can I have another bowl tomorrow morning?"