I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

Wen Wan carried the bag in and passed by He Lanchen. His eyes fell on the bag of candles she was carrying.

She put the candle in the bedroom, changed into home clothes and went downstairs.

The taste has become very strange after her recent pregnancy, and she plans to cook tonight.

He Lanchen was usually at home, and she would occasionally wash her hands and make soup. She could barely accept the food she cooked. Tonight, she specially cooked what she wanted to eat. After being pregnant, she would feel uncomfortable if she smelled the fumes while cooking.

At the dining table, the man stared at the dishes in front of him, and then looked at the dishes placed in front of Wen Wan. It was clear that they were not cooked by the same person.

"The cook at home is on leave? He has to cook twice."

He Lanchen held the bowl and took a bite of rice with chopsticks.

Wen Wan ate the food she cooked by herself, which was more palatable than the one cooked by the villa's cook. She felt satisfied and her unhappiness disappeared.

"No, I want to eat the food I cooked today." She put down the bowl in her hand and drank the soup she made.

He Lanchen handed the bowl over and raised his chin, "Put a bowl in for me too."

"Don't blame me if it doesn't taste good." Wen Wan took his bowl and helped him fill up a bowl of soup.

He took the bowl and took a sip of the soup with the intention of trying it. Wen Wan paid attention to the expression on his face.

"How is it?" she asked nervously.

He Lanchen took a sip and thought it was delicious. A bowl of ordinary mushroom soup was more delicious than expected.

He put down the bowl and said indifferently, "Just so so."

After receiving He Lanchen's satisfactory evaluation, Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to cook for the young master without making mistakes. How could she dare to ask for his praise?

At the end of the meal, most of the food Wen Wan cooked went into He Lanchen's stomach, and she just beat her teeth pitifully.

The chef's meal was barely touched.

He Lanchen was afraid that Wen Wan would be too proud, so he wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, "I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to eat it, so I reluctantly shared it with you."

Wen Wan smiled bitterly. Could she say she didn't have enough?

After dinner, the two of them went about their own business. Wen Wan returned to the bedroom and saw the sleeping candle that Wei Ming had given her. She took it out and walked towards He Lanchen's master bedroom, lighting the candle while he was away.

In this way, he can smell the aroma emitted by the candle before falling asleep and fall asleep peacefully.

Just as Wen Wan finished lighting the candles, He Lanchen opened the door and walked into the room.

"What are you doing behind my back?" He stared at her busy figure and asked in a sinister voice.

She stabilized the candle and turned around slowly, "Wei Ming gave this to me. He said he wanted me to light it for you."

He Lanchen smelled the aroma of the candle, and his blood surged up. He felt hot all over. He pulled the tie around his neck with one hand and unbuttoned two shirt buttons.

Wen Wan saw the sexy collarbone faintly visible under his black shirt, and she swallowed unconsciously.

"Master He, are you very hot?" Wen Wan asked softly.

Her soft voice kept ringing in his ears like a curse, and he staggered.

"Yeah, I'm hot."

He Lanchen stumbled towards the sofa, his center of gravity unsteady and he staggered.

Wen Wan hurriedly stepped forward and helped him sit down. Her soft body nestled in his arms, making the heat in his body even more obvious.

"Then I'll get you a glass of ice water."

She broke away from He Lanchen's arms, stood up and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

When Wen Wan came back, he put the ice water on the coffee table and said, "Young Master He, the ice water is here for you."

He Lanchen was extremely hot, but his body couldn't move.

"Wen Wan, turn on the air conditioner in the room." He still felt very hot and his body needed to cool down quickly.

Wen Wan looked at He Lanchen with a surprised expression, "No, it's early spring, Mr. He. If you turn on the air conditioner, you'll catch a cold."

He saw that the air conditioner remote control was placed in a glass storage box under the coffee table, and bent down to get it. Wen Wan was afraid that he would freeze his body if he turned on the air conditioner all night, so she rushed over and hugged his arm.

She accidentally tripped over He Lanchen's long leg, and most of her body fell into his arms.

He Lanchen was thrown onto the sofa by Wen Wan without any warning, her leg was stuck between his legs, and the other one was stepping on the soft carpet.

Wen Wan lowered her eyes and saw that the man lying on the sofa was no longer as intimidating as before. He was a handsome man with cold white skin, and his eyebrows were as deep as knives. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and his lip line was beautiful. The thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and the Adam's apple rolled sexily.

"Wen Wan, how long are you going to press on me?" He Lanchen's hot palms pressed against the soft flesh of her waist.

She was so frightened that she lay on his chest anxiously and held her breath, "Young Master He, the air conditioner really can't be turned on. If you are really too hot, can I open the window?"

"Hurry up and go." He Lanchen gritted his teeth and squeezed his voice out from between his teeth.

Wen Wan's hands were on both sides of the sofa, but her wrists were weak. Her soft lips kissed He Lanchen's fine chin. The man made a muffled sound and locked her tightly in his arms.

"Wen Wan, are you taking revenge on me for neglecting you these past two days?"

He Lanchen hugged Wen Wan, and his hot hands penetrated the hem of her clothes.

Wen Wan's whole body trembled, and her little hand hurriedly held down the restless big hand, "I didn't mean to do it."

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

He Lanchen found that he no longer felt hot when he held Wen Wan, which temporarily relieved the restlessness in his body.

Wen Wan's soft and fair face was pressed against the crook of his neck. In the past three years, the two of them had never been so intimate in private as they were tonight.

She was so greedy for this embrace, but unfortunately, after receiving the divorce certificate, he only belonged to Qiu Yiyi from now on.

Have they ever hugged each other?

"Master He, are you still hot?" Wen Wan asked in a soft voice.

He Lanchen hugged her and slowly closed his eyes, "It's okay now, just don't move."

Wen Wan put her hand on his chest, and he held her palm and clasped his fingers with hers.

This is probably the so-called beautiful picture of a pair of people for a lifetime, right?

It's a pity that this big hand will no longer be able to hold her through the morning after the rain. He will only hold Qiu Yiyi to Baishou all year round.

Wen Wan's eyes became moist unconsciously as she thought about it.

"Are you crying?" He Lanchen let go of her hand and pinched her chin with his slender fingers.

Wen Wan had to force her eyes to look at him, her watery eyes staring straight at the man in front of her.

"No, I yawned. These were physiological tears."

She hurriedly made amends for herself, not wanting He Lanchen in front of her to see her embarrassment.

His warm fingertips gently wiped away the tears at the end of her eyes, and then gently hugged her into his arms, "From now on, find a lover who will wipe your tears and know how you feel."

Don't be like me, unable to give you happiness.

Wen Wan turned her face away, and from an angle that He Lanchen couldn't see, her hot tears fell straight down.

"Young Master He, your body feels so hot, are you really okay?" She felt the man's body that was close to hers getting hotter and hotter.