Chapter 551 (1/2)

Fang Xiaole was stunned. He stood up and stared at the gate.

In this house, only two people have keys, one is him and the other is Lin Yao.

Is it

Fang Xiaole jumped in his heart, walked quickly to the door, stopped and wanted to wait for someone outside to open the door.

However, the people outside seem a little clumsy. The keys are inserted into the keyhole, but they always slide around and can't get in.

Fang Xiaole couldn't wait. He stepped forward and opened the door.

”Oh.”

A soft and timid cry sounded, and a flushed girl looked up blankly.

The girl wore a pink hat on her head, carried three or four pockets containing vegetables and meat in her right hand, and a bottle of red wine. She held the key in her left hand and kept the posture of bending down and stabbing forward.

”You...”

Fang Xiaole looked at the girl in disbelief.

”Why are you here? Aren't you in the blue boat? ”

”I......” Lin Yao's face was red and a little panting. Maybe she was in a hurry just now.

Before she could speak, Fang Xiaole quickly carried the four or five heavy big pockets from her hand, and took her hand to have a look.

Because there were too many dishes in these bags and the weight was too heavy, several deep red marks were drawn on the white palm.

”Happy Birthday to you... HMM...”

Before the girl finished speaking, her body was tightly hugged and her soft lips were blocked.

Because the action was too violent, the hat on her head fell to the ground, and her long soft black hair spread out on her weak back and the arm of the man around her.

Time passed silently, the lights in the corridor went out, hiding the two integrated figures in the gentle night.

After more than an hour, the girl patted Fang Xiaole on the shoulder and he let her go. I'm sorry:

”Sorry, I didn't expect you to come. I'm... So happy.”

Fang Xiaole lovingly raised his hand and stroked the slightly messy bangs in front of her forehead. He completely imagined how hard Lin Yao had to come to celebrate his birthday.

As soon as the award ceremony was over, he hurried to Jiangrong by car from Lanzhou, and then ran alone with such a dish. He had to avoid other passers-by all the way,

Moreover, she got up before six in the morning. After flying to the blue boat, she was busy all day and attended the award ceremony in her best state at night.

Just think about it, Fang Xiaole can guess how tired she is today.

”Tired, come in.”

Lin Yao was hugged by him. Her face was red to the root of her ears and she put her small hands in his arms.

”Not tired, really not tired. It's so late. I have to cook... Ah?”

Lin Yao suddenly hangs in the air and is held up by Fang Xiaole.

”Close the door.”

Fang Xiaole hooked several large bags of vegetables with his fingers, held Lin Yao in his hands, turned her upper body to the door and whispered.

”Oh.”

The girl habitually agreed and closed the door.

Fang Xiaole held her, turned into the living room and gently put her on the sofa.

”Husband, I, I have to cook.”

Lin Yao wants to get up, but Fang Xiaole presses her shoulders down.

”Old man, husband, you, you, you...”

Lin Yao looked at him nervously, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

She and Fang Xiaole agreed that it would be like that after marriage, but now

Lin Yao subconsciously wants to refuse because of the rigid education and traditional ideas she has received since childhood, but looking at Fang Xiaole's eyes, she plans to put down her hand slowly.