Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

For the first time, someone who had never posted on Moments posted one.

Still these two words.

Within a few minutes, there were all kinds of comments below.

When Lin Xingnan went downstairs, he refreshed and saw that most of them were asking if he had a girlfriend.

The rich aroma of chicken soup in his mouth hadn't faded yet, and he suddenly paused at the door.

The slow brain finally came to its senses.

Isn't this fucking soup stewed for Dr. Yan?

isn't it?

But his brother Yuan has never been interested in this kind of tonic soup, and today he suddenly started making it.

This suspicion is more reasonable.

Things that were originally inexplicable were suddenly explained.

Enlightenment.

"..."

After enduring it, I still couldn't bear it, so I thought I was being cruel and made a comment: Haha

I found that the tone didn't seem harsh enough, so I deleted it again and commented again: Haha!

Only then did I feel comfortable.

Don't look at the gap between the two. Chasing the elder sister will not kill you.

It depends on how long you catch up.

Pay attention to relatives and friends.

………………

Since Yan He relented, Chen Mu's visits to the original health station have gradually become more frequent.

Happens almost every day.

In the past, I would still find some excuses, but now that I have a clear understanding of Yan He's tolerance for him, I will come over whenever I have time.

Not to mention the people in the inn, some of the students who came to see the doctor knew that the male idol of the finance department was Dr. Yan's little crush.

Of course the most important thing is not this.

"Yan He, did my little fanboy prepare this for you again?"

Ye Qing saw the thermos bucket on the table and subconsciously leaned forward to smell it. She didn't get too close. From a short distance away, she seemed to smell a faint aroma.

After a short period of experience.

I can already imagine how good the soup inside is when the lid is opened.

In the past two years, my colleagues have never seen Yan He eat anything in front of everyone.

I usually either don’t eat it or go back to eat it.

Ever since the little fanboy appeared, the soups made have changed.

Nothing is repeated every time.

The little fairy in their station who has always been aloof from the world finally tasted the delicacies of the world and began to eat their mortal food.

Although this description is a lot of exaggeration.

But it’s true that she finally ate something substantial.

"Well, his name is Chen Muyuan, not a little fanboy."

Yan He turned his head and glanced, thinking of someone giving endless instructions at noon, he couldn't help but curled his lips: "It's the pork rib soup I made in the morning."

It’s also difficult for him to spend so much time making these things every day.

Seeing her serious explanation, Ye Qing nodded: "Okay, okay, Chen Muyuan, Chen Muyuan."

"Oh, that's great. If my husband were half as good as this little fanboy like you, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

Ye Qing shook her head with envy, feeling that she was being hit hard every day.

Thinking about it, I moved closer, but I knew that she didn't like to get close to others.

From a distance: "Your little fanboy's thoughts are written on his face, don't you have any other thoughts?"

"He's still a kid."

"What kid? I'm already an adult, right? Can a kid make soup and give you meals every day? Can he still greet you all the time?"

Give me a break.

Her son came to stay for a long time, and when he got back, he always asked her if the elder brother liked the doctor sister.

Yan He hesitated for a moment, but before he could speak, he heard her continue: "There cannot be a teacher-student relationship in University A, and there is no rule that the school doctor cannot have a relationship with a student. Don't wait for someone to run away before you react. I can listen." As I said, he is very popular in school. Besides, I don’t know how sad my little fanboy is to know that you just treat him as a kid."

Ye Qing was someone who had been here before. After saying a few words, she couldn't stop talking. She really didn't want her to miss the person so stupidly.

"And why do you think he is a child? I think he is pretty good."

But at this point, she felt that she had said too much.

It's really not enough for a person to just see a few faces. A superficial understanding is definitely not enough to live together.

But enough about love.

"Anyway, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future."

Yan He listened, especially the word sad, and knew what she meant. He was a little funny but also a little surprised: "I know, I didn't really treat him as a child."

"No?"

"Ah."

Ye Qing stopped talking.

And Yan He did not continue to explain.

She did not regard Chen Muyuan as a child, but she could never overcome the barrier of identity.

However, she just discovered that she had also overlooked an important thing.

Don’t take the initiative, don’t respond, don’t refuse.

Is she no longer a scumbag?

And Chen Muyuan would feel uncomfortable and think that he was hanging him.

Relationships are so difficult.

To be fair, if it were another person, and he knew that the other person had this intention, would he still be able to accept him with peace of mind every day, okay?

The answer is of course no.

Because Yan He had something on his mind, he subconsciously started to shrink back a little.

On the way back, Chen Muyuan discovered that after not seeing each other for a long time, the relationship that had become close seemed to start to become distant again.

There is even a tendency to go back to before liberation.

He could very clearly feel two different attitudes within one day.

Looking sideways at the soft but indifferent face, after realizing this, he stopped talking, and his smiling peach blossom eyes turned into loneliness in an instant.

The eyebrows were slightly frowned, and because he didn't know the reason, he began to feel at a loss.

The people around him remained silent. Yan He parked the car and turned his head strangely.

I saw him looking at me seriously.

"Yan Yan."

"I have something to tell you."

Chen Muyuan refused to listen. He was unsure and was afraid of hearing something he didn't want to hear.

Without giving her a chance to speak: "Did Yan Yan drink the soup today? Did it taste good?"

"...delicious."

Reaching out to lift the thermos bucket placed aside, Chen Muyuan continued: "It tastes good. I'll cook you something else tomorrow. You..."

"Chen Muyuan."

Yan He interrupted what he was saying, and when he was still about to speak, he stopped him: "Listen to me first, I am today..."

A person who has always been able to keep a good sense of proportion and will try to maintain a basic distance no matter how much he wants to get close.

He stretched out his hand and covered her mouth, silencing everything she wanted to say.

"..."

Yan He blinked. The strong aroma was so close that as long as she moved her mouth, her sharp teeth could break through the flesh and put the "beautiful wine and jade dew" she had been thinking about for a long time into her mouth.

She raised her hand, grabbed the other person's wrist, and clearly felt the other person's beating pulse.

Just about to pull it off hard.

"Yan Yan, listen to me."