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Under such staring eyes, Lan Qiaoyi felt his brain stagnate for a moment. He looked at the handsome and gentle man in front of him. , I even seemed to hear the "bang, bang bang—" sound.

"Do you love me?"

The thin lips of the man in front of him moved slightly, even though the voice was not loud, Lan Qiaoyi could see the man's mouth shape very clearly.

"answer me."

He felt his hand hanging by his side trembling slightly, his dense black long eyelashes fluttering wildly, but his eyes were a little erratic.

It wasn't until this moment that the boy suddenly realized that the sound of the violent heartbeat at this moment came from himself.

"I……"

"Sir, here are the flowers you asked for."

The clerk who came out from the inner room held the bouquet of roses between the two of them.

Duan Yan lowered his eyes slightly, and with a movement of his emerald green eyeballs, he fixed his gaze on the bouquet of delicate roses.

Lan Qiaoyi also smelled the tangy fragrance, and following the clerk's movements, he picked up the flowers that filled his arms.

Even though there were only a handful of nine flowers, when Lan Qiaoyi really held them in his arms, he lowered his head slightly, only to realize that for a flower as warmly beautiful as a rose, even a small bouquet is quite impressive. The flower holder feels as if he is also in a whole flower garden.

Duan Yan's gaze closely followed the young man's movements, moving his gaze up from the bright red and delicate flowers, and in the next second, the young man's beautiful fair face came into his eyes.

"it's beautiful."

The man's voice was inexplicably darker, like a ray of wind, when it was about to touch the boy's white earlobe, it was soaked with scalding heat again, causing the soft white cheeks to twitch. It's powdery.

Lan Qiaoyi plucked up the courage to look up, and met the man's fiery eyes.

"Let's go."

This time, he took the bouquet of bright red roses exuding a fragrant fragrance from the boy's hand, and stretched out his hand to hold him.

The soft hand struggled a few times in the man's palm, and then was restrained by the tightening force.

"Qiao Qiao, you have to get used to it, otherwise how will you get your memory back?"

Adapt to... adapt to what?

Lan Qiaoyi tilted his head slowly, and saw the smooth side face of the man beside him. His eyes flicked across the thin lips parted and closed, and for a moment, his eyes flashed a little dazed.

Did they...

"Baby, don't look at me like that."

The man was wearing a black windbreaker. Because of his handsome face and tall figure, coupled with the innate intimidating aura of a carnivore around his body, he immediately attracted the attention of many people on the street.

It's just that Duan Yan turned a blind eye to such gazes. All his attention was devoted to the young man beside him.

"Before we..."

Is it so intimate too?

And what answered him was the man's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

And Lan Qiaoyi blushed again.

……

Even though on the surface it was to restore the boy's memory, that's why he went out with him, but in fact, Lan Qiaoyi was held by Duan Yan the whole time, and walked into places that were completely unfamiliar to him.

When the two were together, no matter what the original purpose was, Duan Yan was in a good mood.

It's just that he noticed that the young man who followed him seemed a little tired.

Even though 039 clearly stated that he is currently in a state of false pregnancy, but when reflected in this dungeon, it seems that there is no obvious difference from the real pre-pregnancy reaction.

Seeing the pale expression on that pretty face at this time, his eyes slid to the other's still flat belly again, Duan Yan finally stood at the door of a cafe, and then said:

"Is baby a little tired? Let's go in and have a rest, shall we?"

Although there was a gentle and considerate question on his lips, the man's strength in holding the boy did not decrease at all.

The two walked towards the cafe.

As soon as he entered the door, the slight heating came towards Lan Qiaoyi, making him feel a little warm. The young man turned his head and looked around slightly, and was surprised to find that the decoration of this cafe was quite suitable for him. taste.

As soon as you enter the door, accompanied by the melodious and gentle music, the exhaustion all over your body is swept away, and you feel the long-lost peace.

He was led by the man to the coffee table covered by the semicircular plant pergolas, and was led by the man to sit opposite him like a child.

"Is there anything JoJo would like to drink?"

Duan Yan reached out and picked up the menu on the table, with a pair of emerald green eyes drooping slightly, he lowered his head and looked carefully, his tone was calm and gentle:

"Pregnant women should not drink drinks containing caffeine, so let's order a cup of hot milk tea, shall we?"

As a "pregnant husband", Lan Qiaoyi naturally obeyed Duan Yan who was a doctor.

Soon, the man also decided on his own drink, and rang the table bell to call the clerk.

When the beautiful young man in a milky white turtleneck sweater rested his chin on one hand and looked up at the swaying crowd outside the window, he was in a daze when he suddenly felt a person approaching him, and his slender eyelashes trembled, and he heard A voice suddenly sounded:

"Excuse me, what would you like to order?"

This sound was like a tiny electric current, and the moment it sounded, it seemed to attack his limbs and bones through his ears, causing the young man sitting in the seat to tremble subconsciously.

Lan Qiaoyi unconsciously put down the hand supporting his chin, and when he raised his eyes, he met the boy's amber eyes.

Xiaogan...

His words stuck in his throat, before he could speak, he was interrupted by the man sitting across from him.

"Have a cup of hot milk tea, don't add anything, come again..." His bony fingers slid across half of the menu, and finally stopped on the picture with the word "signboard".

"Have another caramel macchiato."

Lan Qiaoyi's attention could not help being attracted by the man. Looking at the boy's slightly widened eyes, Duan Yan slightly softened his brows and eyes, and there was a hint of pampering in his eyes.

"Qiaoqiao, what's the matter? In your impression, I'm the kind of old-fashioned man who only drinks bitter coffee and doesn't even add sugar?"

As if it hit the nail on the head, the young man lowered his head in embarrassment when he hit on Lan Qiaoyi's mind.

Looking at the vaguely repulsive atmosphere formed between the two, Jiang Gan, who was standing aside, unconsciously squeezed the menu in his hand, even his fingers turned white, and asked again:

"Besides these, is there anything else?"

Duan Yan wanted to shake his head, but suddenly heard a voice from the opposite side:

"and also."

The boy's white hand passed in front of him.

Jiang Gan was also taken aback, his eyes closely followed the boy's movements, and finally landed on the faintly pink knuckles.

That finger finally tapped lightly on the menu in Jiang Gan's arms, and at the same time, a soft voice sounded:

"I'd like a mango millefeuille, is that okay?"

Those jet-black eyes looked at the boy standing aside at this time, but his tone was asking Duan Yan who was sitting across from him at this time.

The boy's voice was mixed with a trace of pure expectation.

The hearts of the two men who heard these words couldn't help but feel soft.

"sure--"

"of course can."

The two same words were uttered by two people with different tones. Now, if Duan Yan can no longer distinguish anything, it is because of his dullness.

The man looked thoughtfully at the waiter standing aside, staring at the young boy, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

It seems that after losing his memory, his baby turned into a sweet potato?

Jiang Gan's speed was very fast, and it didn't take long before two cups of drinks and a plate of Mango Melaleuca were placed on Lan Qiaoyi's table.

When he put down the plate, whether it was intentional or unintentional, the boy's slender fingers vaguely touched Lan Qiaoyi's fingertips that were unconsciously resting on the table.

Ok?

Relying on the blind spot where the man sitting opposite could not see, Jiang Gan quickly winked at Lan Qiaoyi when he bent down.

The boy's body trembled, his eyelids lifted slightly, and a pair of jet-black eyes looked at the boy standing beside him, his bright red lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man opposite him leaning slightly.

In front of Jiang Gan, the man picked up the fork on the plate containing mango mille-feuille, pressed a corner of the fragrant cake, and cut off a small piece.

Under Lan Qiaoyi's somewhat surprised eyes, he reinserted the small piece of cake that fell off the plate, followed it with his hand, and moved it towards the boy.

The bright red and full lips opened and closed slightly, and in the next second, the corners of the lips were embellished with soft cream.

"Is it tasty?"

The man's emerald green eyes were slightly curved, and the smile on his lips looked a little doting.

"Delicious."

For some reason, Jiang Gan still didn't leave. Lan Qiaoyi unconsciously felt a little nervous under the gaze of the two eyes.

"is it?"

The man's smile was a bit meaningful.

In the next second, he picked up the fork again and put a small piece of Melaleuca into his mouth, his emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, showing a lazy look of satisfaction in his expression When he looked sideways, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly felt a rush of lust.

As if doing it on purpose, he looked at the man's beautifully shaped thin lips covered in cream, trembled slightly, and asked unconsciously:

"What...how?"

I don't know if it's because of the heat from the cafe or something else, but the boy's face is flushed red now, looking like an overripe apple.

Duan Yan's eyes looked like a smile but not a smile, he glanced over Jiang Gan who was standing aside, and then said naturally:

"Everything Jojo likes is delicious."

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Jiang Gan: How angry!He even seduced my wife!