Tang Xinyan was breathless after the lingering and intense kiss.

Her arms slowly wrapped around his neck, and her body was pressed against each other. The hot temperature in his chest seemed to melt people.

After his lips and teeth were entangled, Du Yunhao still hugged her, staring at her with dark eyes affectionately and focused.

Tang Xinyan raised her chin slightly, looked at him with curved eyebrows and asked cutely: "Do you miss me?"

"Um."

Du Yunhao nodded, his eyes as deep as the bottomless sea, but there were hot flames rolling on the bottom of the sea.

He had never experienced such a feeling, and he loved someone so much that he could not fall asleep.

This feeling is strange, strong and throbbing.

He kept maintaining the same position, holding her, and concentrating her deeply, without saying a word for a long time.

Tang Xinyan was a little stiff when she was hugged by him. She blinked her bright eyes and said with a little aggrieved, "It's so cold, the glass is so cold."

After hearing this, Du Yunhao frowned slightly, then hugged her and turned around, and exchanged positions with each other. His straight back pressed against the slightly cool glass window, allowing Tang Xinyan to lean against his warm chest.

Tang Xinyan's side face was pressed against his strong chest, and she could clearly hear the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, which was so reassuring.

Embracing each other, she slightly closed her beautiful eyes and bent her lips, "Du Yunhao, how long will you hold me?"

I'm hungry."

After hearing this, Du Yunhao burst into laughter and let her go.

"I'll go cook."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Not long after, I brought her a glass of freshly squeezed juice and a few bags of snacks.

"If you're bored, there's a magazine under the coffee table."

He said.

Tang Xinyan nodded with a smile, but she didn't expect her male god to be so careful and considerate.

Du Yunhao returned to the kitchen, and occasionally the crackling sound of cooking came from the closed kitchen.

Tang Xinyan sat alone on the sofa in the living room, and pulled out a few magazines from under the coffee table, and flipped through the magazines while eating snacks.

Most of the books and magazines at Du Yunhao's home are related to architecture.

Tang Xinyan flipped through the world-famous architectural album and passed the time in a blink of an eye.

She was watching the introduction of London Bridge in the UK, and the ringtone of her cell phone suddenly rang.

Tang Xinyan did not take her eyes away from the magazine, but just reached into her bag, took out her phone, and habitually pressed the answer button.

She put her cell phone in her ear, and Tang Jiyang's voice came from the other side of the phone, which scared her.

"elder brother."

“Where is it?”

Tang Jiyang asked.

"Du Yunhao's family."

Tang Xinyan answered honestly.

“What are you doing?”

Tang Jiyang asked again.

"Eat."

Tang Xinyan replied.

“Do you need to eat at home?”

Tang Jiyang's tone became cold a few degrees.

"Which law stipulates that you can't eat at home?"

Tang Xinyan retorted.

"Eating at home is probably more than just eating."

Tang Jiyang said something meaningful.

After hearing this, Tang Xinyan inexplicably thought of the deep kiss she had just entangled with Du Yunhao, and her cheeks were slightly red: "...I promise if I can only eat."

"Why should I believe your promise?"

Tang Jiyang asked back.

"Believe it or not."

Tang Xinyan threw him a sentence, "Do you want me to show you the whole live broadcast?"

The atmosphere was a bit stiff on both sides of the phone.

After a brief silence, Tang Jiyang asked again, "Where are you finished eating?"

"I'll go home right after dinner, okay."

Tang Xinyan said with her forehead on her hands, feeling a little headache.

"OK."

Tang Jiyang said: "Send the address to my phone and I'll pick you up."

"Tang Jiyang, what do you think? I'm not a three-year-old child."

Tang Xinyan resisted dissatisfiedly.

"If you are a three-year-old, I don't have to worry about it."

Tang Jiyang replied.

Tang Xinyan hung up the phone helplessly, but she still honestly used her mobile phone to locate it, and then sent the location address to Tang Jiyang.

She put down her phone and continued to flip through the magazine. Not long after, Du Yunhao walked out of the kitchen and took off the apron tied around her waist, and said, "Shanshan, it's time to eat."

Tang Xinyan dropped the magazine, stood up with a smile, and followed him into the restaurant.

There are four dishes and one soup on the table, home-cooked dishes, which is not complicated.

“Try it.”

Du Yunhao handed her chopsticks.

Tang Xinyan took the chopsticks and picked up a bite of the dish. To be honest, the taste was quite average.

But her male god cooked in person, not to mention the taste was just the same, even if she penetrated the intestinal poison, Tang Xinyan would eat it.

Tang Xinyan picked up the food with chopsticks and ate with a smile.

Du Yunhao didn't move his chopsticks much, and his gentle gaze kept lingering at her, as if he could get full by watching her eat.

“I learned how to cook with my nanny at home.

At that time, I was about to study abroad, because I was afraid that I would not be used to Western food. Before going abroad, the nanny taught me a few home-cooked dishes.

To be honest, the nanny and aunt cooked food is quite average, so my apprentice is not much better.”

"I think it's pretty good."

Tang Xinyan replied with a smile.

Du Yunhao reached out and rubbed her head, his eyes as gentle as water, but there was a hint of sadness.

"I heard from my grandma that my mom is very good at cooking.

My dad especially likes the dishes she cooks.

Unfortunately, grasping a man's stomach may not necessarily capture his heart."

After hearing this, Tang Xinyan nodded in agreement.

"The heart is the heart, and the stomach is the stomach. Although the distance is not far, it is ultimately two organs.

My mother said that a man is a wife and not a nanny, so it doesn’t matter whether he can cook or not.”

"So, neither you nor your aunt can cook?"

Du Yunhao asked with a smile.

Tang Xinyan nodded and said seriously: "My mother's cooking is super unpalatable, and every time my dad is the only one who is willing to support her."

I think my dad definitely loves my mom.”

Du Yunhao stared at her with a gentle smile, thinking to himself: Her family must be warm and warm.

Tang Xinyan had enough food and drink, put down her chopsticks, wiped the corners of her mouth, then reached out and patted Du Yunhao on the shoulder, and promised very solemnly: "Don't worry, I promise that we will never cook to poison your stomach after marriage."

The words "We After We Wed" inexplicably made Du Yunhao full of expectations and joy.

He laughed and replied, "Okay."
To be continued...