He Lan who traveled through the past and married a man

Facing the red sunset, the black sports car roared back to the villa.

Feng Zihang got out of the car, walked out of the garage with his slightly aching arm.

Just when he was about to take out the key to open the door, he saw a person sitting curled up on the ground in front of the door.

"Why are you sitting outside the door?" Feng Zihang saw clearly that the person was He Lan, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

He didn't leave...

"Oh, I went out for a while and forgot when I came back. I don't have the key to open the door, so I have to sit at the door and wait for you." He Lan hurriedly got up and rubbed her eyes.

He had already left this morning, but he was still worried about Feng Zihang's arm, so he took a taxi to the bar, explained the situation to Wu Wenqiang, and then took a taxi back here.

It is said that the only "storage food" left in his pocket is almost dedicated to the driver.

If Feng Zihang was chasing him away, he would have to walk home with his legs.

"Didn't you say that you don't need to come?" Feng Zihang frowned.

Although it's summer now, can he stand sitting at the door wearing so little?

"But your injury hasn't healed yet." He Lan looked up at Feng Zihang when he said this, and found that he was frowning at him. "If you think I'm annoying, then I'll just leave."

Although he wanted to take care of him, he didn't want to be annoying.Especially the man who looks like Ye Yuxuan, he doesn't look like this anymore.

"Come in." Feng Zihang didn't say anything, but just opened the door with the key.

"Thank you" He Lan, who didn't expect to stay at first, came to the villa happily after hearing Feng Zihang's gentle words.

"You sit here for a while, I'll cook." Feng Zihang took off his coat and walked to the kitchen.

"Let me do it, the injury on your arm is still not healed." He Lan chased after him without thinking.

"You know how to cook?" Feng Zihang stopped, and looked back at He Lan who came to him.

In his profile, why didn't he see the existence of the ability to cook?

"Eh..." He Lan froze with embarrassment, and forgot that she couldn't cook in a moment of excitement.

"Then just sit there and wait." Feng Zihang turned around and suddenly smiled.Looking at He Lan's flushed face, I felt that I liked seeing his expression very much.

He Lan sat back on the sofa in embarrassment. She didn't expect that she wanted to cook for others, but found that she didn't have that skill.

It's really embarrassing...

Just as He Lan was sitting on the sofa in great annoyance, a burst of delicious food fragrance wafted over.

"It's ready, come here and bring it to the dining table." Feng Zihang's voice came from the kitchen.

He Lan hurriedly stood up and walked quickly into the kitchen.Looking at Feng Zihang who was busy there, he suddenly felt that such a scene was very familiar.

"Take these out first, the soup will be ready soon." Feng Zihang raised his finger and pointed to the plates of smoking dishes, and found that He Lan was staring at them in a daze. "What's wrong?"

"No, I'll take it out right now." He Lan lowered her head and hurriedly left the kitchen with the plate.

It was a risk, but luckily I was looking at the food at the time.Otherwise, if it was discovered that he was looking at that person, would he be despised?

After all, a man from a big man's family stared blankly at another man.In other words, anyone would feel disgusted, not to mention that he had already kissed him forcefully when he was drunk.

Feng Zihang glanced at He Lan's back, and thought about it.

Does he look like someone else?

He picked up the kitchen knife and looked at the face reflected on it.He thinks that he looks not bad, there should not be many who look like him.

"Uh...do you still want to do it?" As soon as He Lan entered the kitchen, he saw Feng Zihang holding a kitchen knife in his hand, thinking that he was going to continue chopping vegetables.

I have already made several dishes, why do I want to do it again?Rich people are really extravagant...

"I'm not going to do it, I'm just looking at the knife." Feng Zihang was taken aback by He Lan who suddenly walked in, and after coughing dryly, he put the knife on the cutting board.

Fortunately, I didn't see it, otherwise people wouldn't think I was a narcissist.

He Lan nodded, reached out to pick up two dishes, and walked out again.

I feel that the atmosphere is much better than before...

After Feng Zihang brought a large bowl of soup to the table, dinner began.

"Uncle Fu recently rested, so you can make do with the food I cook." During the meal, Feng Zihang watched He Lan eating there with her head sullen.He wanted to ease the atmosphere, so he popped out a sentence without going through his brain.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he kept staring at He Lan's lips while eating.The soft and sweet taste suddenly appeared in his mind, which made him restless while eating.

"No... your cooking is already delicious." He Lan blushed and smiled, but she didn't expect Feng Zihang to take the initiative to talk to him during the meal.

"Well, there is one more thing I want to ask you." Feng Zihang put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand after saying this.

"What's the matter?" He Lan was stunned by Feng Zihang's serious expression, she put the chopsticks on her lips and forgot to take them back.

"It's just..." Feng Zihang paused when he saw He Lan looking at his expression, his eyes couldn't leave his lips with chopsticks in them.

This is simply tempting him...

"What is it?"

"That's... you can go to work at my company tomorrow."

Forcibly turning away his eyes, it calmed down his restless heart.

"Oh, yes, but I..." He Lan nodded, and put the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Although he wanted to go very much, why would he go to the company if he had no special skills?

Is it serving tea and pouring water?

"As long as you go, there are no buts." Feng Zihang pulled the tie around his neck, and immediately felt that he could breathe freely.

It turned out that the tie was to blame, otherwise how could he be short of breath because of a man?

"Okay... okay." He Lan looked at Feng Zihang who was looking unhappy, and nodded hastily.

He found that the person in front of him was indeed not Ye Yuxuan, because that person was very gentle to him, and he had never treated him like this before.

"I'm full, eat slowly." Feng Zihang got up and left after speaking.He can't continue to sit here, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.

"Okay." He Lan nodded, and continued to eat in disappointment.

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After eating, He Lan washed the dishes and came to the living room.

There was no one in the living room, Feng Zihang went to the study, so he was alone in the huge house.

Looking at the surrounding decorations, it didn't seem to make him feel happy, but felt that it was so deserted and lonely inside.

He Lan came to the wine cabinet and looked at all kinds of wine inside.

"You can pour it yourself if you want to drink, I'm too busy to take care of you." At some point, Feng Zihang poked his head out.

"Um... okay." He Lan was terrified and nodded hastily.

Didn't you agree to take care of Feng Zihang?How did he come to take care of himself?

Feng Zihang nodded, and retreated into the study blankly.

Helan picked up a bottle of rum and poured a little into the glass.Seeing that there was nothing nearby that could be prepared, he picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

Since drinking half a bottle of vodka last night, he found that his wine tasted better.

After drinking a small glass of wine, I feel nothing.So he picked up the bottle and poured another glass, picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.

"This is rum, and it has a lot of stamina." At some point, Feng Zihang appeared behind He Lan.

"Uh..." He Lan was so frightened that she shivered again.

Damn...you're about to get sick from fright...can't you make some noise when you walk?

"You should add some ice to this kind of wine, and the alcohol will be less strong after mixing it." Feng Zihang took out a few pieces of ice from nowhere and put them into the glass.

He Lan: "..." If the old man knew where the ice cubes were kept, he wouldn't drink dry here.

Feng Zihang picked up the rum and poured it into the glass.

Crystal ice cubes, mixed in light brown rum, look extra refreshing.

"Drink"

Feng Zihang put down the rum and picked up a glass.He took out a blue bottle from the wine cabinet, but He Lan didn't recognize what it was.

He Lan, who was suspicious, drank the third cup and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Do you still drink?" Feng Zihang held a bottle of blue wine in his hand, shaking it in front of He Lan.

"...I won't drink anymore." He Lan put down the glass and put her hand on her forehead.Dizzy, the wine is coming up.

"Then go to sleep in your room. The pajamas are in the closet. Change by yourself." Looking at He Lan's cheeks that were gradually turning red, Feng Zihang suddenly became short of breath.

The scene in the toilet yesterday appeared in his mind, maybe he is looking forward to He Lan's drunk appearance now.

But after He Lan nodded, he turned around and walked towards the room.Although his steps were unsteady when he left, he managed to return to the room.

Maybe when I was drunk, I could forget about Ye Yuxuan and fall asleep peacefully without dreams.

Seeing the door being slowly closed, Feng Zihang's heart became inexplicably irritable again.

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