Chapter 1491: She has a terminal illness called wanting to be in love. 7 Chapter 1491: She has a terminal illness called wanting to be in love. 7 “Qianqian, you bitch, you’re playing with me!”

or rather, it’s a terminal illness called ‘you’ll die if you don’t fall in love’. I can’t sleep at all. When I count to 1000, I get more and more excited! Long Yan said excitedly.

“Which girl do you like? Just tell me, I’ll pack it up for you right now and send it to your bed so you can have your fill of Love and Sleep soundly!”

“I forced a kiss on someone today!”

“Then let’s force our way in!” Yan Shuo said.

“Yan Shuo, what do you think first love feels like?”

“How should I know? It’s not like I’ve had a first love before, but don’t those literary and sour phrases all say that first love is like the taste of a green apple, a little sour, a little bitter, heart-wrenching, what’s the process of guessing the heart? Oh, the world’s most painful sweet love.”

Long Yan jumped off the bed and ran to the living room to open the refrigerator. There were no green apples in it. I don’t have green apples at home. I’ll go buy one and try it. I’m hanging up.

Yan Shuo looked at the phone and said, ” “Isn’t he a lunatic? I mentioned the taste of green apples, and he wanted to buy apples? If I say it smells like shit, what does he plan to do?”

Long Yan wrapped a white down jacket over his pajamas and picked up his car keys. Braving the wind and snow, he searched for several supermarkets that were closed. He visited almost half of the fruit shops and supermarkets in the city before he found a supermarket that was open 24 hours a day and sold green apples.

He bought 10 in one go. After paying, he took a bite, wiped it casually, and put it in his mouth.

He gritted his teeth.

It was sour, sweet, and a little bitter!

Anyway, it tasted good!

Long Yan carried a bag of green apples and rushed to the end of the street. He got into the car and started it.

She suddenly wanted to call Yan Qing!

Who cares? the moment the call was connected, he mulled it over for a long time before making his most normal voice. He even whistled as usual.”Brother Yan, what are you doing?”

“I’m cooking hot pot.”

Yan Qing pressed the speaker button and put his phone aside. He was busy in the kitchen with great interest.

He liked to cook when he was in a good or bad mood. Tonight, the Butler couldn’t guess whether he was in a good or bad mood.

Anyway, it was already eleven o ‘clock in the middle of the night. He went to the kitchen alone, rolled up half of his sleeves, and started to cook hot pot in the middle of the night.

The Butler watched from a distance. He had never seen anyone in this world perform the cooking process as if it was an elegant art, or rather, an indescribable feeling.

Every ingredient was like the gentlest lover in his hands, and he treated them with gentleness.

Every time he watched Sir cook, he felt that it was an ultimate enjoyment. That kind of calm and relaxed manner in his movements was especially sentimental.

Especially when he liked to play some warm songs every time he cooked. Tonight’s song,”Come the disaster,” was like The tune of the heart being gently moved. On a winter night covered in frost and snow, it made people’s hearts feel extremely warm.

“Do you want to eat?”

Oh? ” Long Yan touched his belly. it seems like I’ve digested all the food I had for dinner.

Yan Qing only said two words, his low voice was unusually gentle,”Come over?”

“Alright!”

Long Yan turned the car around and headed straight for the Yan family.

“It’s snowing, I’m worried about driving.”

I got caught by the traffic police tonight. Six points were deducted from me, and I was even lectured like a grandson.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s just a small matter, I just ran a few red lights.”