Why is it Yan?

How dare she!

Is it cold?

Oh my God, what should I do?!

To be honest, even though Ximen Lang was passive, Kazuhiko made such an intimate move under Leng's eyes, he was still panicking.

But he immediately felt something was wrong.

Why is it so soft? Where is her armor? I remember she was wearing armor just now.

Ximen Lang looked down and couldn't look away.

So big! No, so white! No, it should be big and white!

Ximenlang made a judgment immediately, which must be difficult to master!

Being stared at so closely by Ximen Lang, Yan's face turned a little rosy. However, she did not move away. This low-cut dress was originally prepared for him.

God knows how much effort she put into buying this dress to avoid Ah Zhui and Zhi Xin.

Fortunately for little Moi, Ah Zhui has sharp eyes. It is not an easy task to hide it from her.

But judging from Ximen Lang's reaction, it was all worth it.

Unlike Leng, Leng's figure is very slender and well-proportioned, and his whole person seems to be divided by golden ratios.

It is perfect in every aspect.

But what about Yan? Compared with Leng, she is not only slightly taller than Leng. At the same time, her figure is also much plumper than Leng.

It was just right. At this moment, Ximen Lang's entire back was wrapped in a softness, which was particularly comfortable.

However, his remaining sense told him that what they were doing was extremely dangerous, and Leng might discover them at any time.

Ximenlang forced himself to look away with great perseverance and said to Yan seriously.

"We can't do this..."

Yan was not moved at all, and even blew a breath into Ximen Lang's neck, which made Ximen Lang's legs weak.

Yan looked at Ximen Lang like this and joked.

"Go on. In fact, if you don't have weak legs, you may be more convincing. Come on, please restrain yourself and say it again."

This annoying little goblin!

Ximen Lang was caught in a dilemma for a while.

He couldn't bear to push Yan away.

Don't push it away, the cold is outside...

Yan looked at Ximen Lang's tangled look, raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out a finger and hooked Ximen Lang's chin.

"Kid, you haven't answered my question yet."

"???"

"Who has a better figure, me or Leng?"

Hearing Yan's question, Ximen Lang became even more confused.

This is really hard to choose.

Seeing that Ximen Lang was having a hard time making a choice, Yan stopped teasing him. Because she also had a premonition that the cold was coming. This was her intuition.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. We have a long time, you can slowly realize it later, don't be in a hurry."

After saying that, Yan gently pushed Ximen Lang away and put the armor on his body again.

He walked to the side and started attacking Ximen Lang. What he did was so focused.

Ximen Lang felt disappointed for a while.

Sure enough, as soon as they separated, Leng killed them.

Bang.

The kitchen door was pushed open by Leng forcefully, like a sudden attack.

It's a pity that Ximen Lang and Yan's performances are more serious than the others.

Ximen Lang was busy cooking, while Yan Ze was busy preparing ingredients for Ximen Lang. There was no close contact between the two of them, and there was even a short distance between them.

Seeing Leng pushing open the door and entering, the two of them turned around at the same time and looked at the expressionless Leng, their eyes were very candid.

But it was precisely because of their honesty that Leng felt that these two people must have some ulterior secret.

Besides, have you ever seen a cat that doesn’t steal fish?

"Honey, you're here. Look, the food will be ready soon. You told me to come, so you don't have to do anything."

Leng ignored Ximen Lang and pointed to the kitchen door and asked.

"Don't be careless with me! Let me ask you, why did you close the door just now?!"

"Ah, is it closed?"

This Ximen Lang really didn't notice it just now. His attention had been focused on Yan just now.

"I closed the door. Aren't I afraid that the cooking fumes would hit you? I closed the door just now. Is there something wrong?"

He looks like he is doing the best for you, making it impossible for anyone to find anything wrong with him.

Seeing Yan's sincerity, Leng Ye really didn't catch the current situation, so he had no choice but to drop the topic and turn his attention to Yan.

"If you didn't go to the living room, why did you come to the kitchen?"

"Oh, that's right, she wants to help..."

Leng glared fiercely.

"I'm asking her, do you want you to speak?!"

Ximenlang immediately closed his mouth.

Yan chuckled lightly, frowned at the cold look, spread his hands, and said innocently.

"Aren't I a little tired from watching Ximen Lang's busy schedule? I just came here to help and learn cooking skills by the way. Is there any problem?"

He held Leng's arm affectionately and continued.

"Besides, if I learn cooking skills, I can help you with your worries in the future, right?"

Leng put aside Yan's extended paw in disgust.

"You don't need to worry about it."

Yan said helplessly.

"Look, this just means you don't know good people's hearts, doesn't it?"

Then the conversation changed.

"Okay, since you don't need me to help you share your worries, then I won't be annoying here anymore. I'm leaving. Isn't it okay if I leave?"

After saying that, he ran away with a bang.

Seeing that Yanzhen was gone, Leng Ye was wondering, why is this little prodigal so easy to talk to now?

Seeing Ximen Lang still watching Yan leave, the air-conditioning didn't hit him everywhere.

"Still watching!"

Ximen Lang immediately withdrew his gaze.

"Honey, you misunderstood. She really learned cooking from me, and we didn't do anything inappropriate."

Cool down and don't follow her rules.

"Did you misunderstand me? I will judge for myself. Shut up."

"oh."

Leng frowned and looked around the kitchen, murmuring.

"Could it be that I really misunderstood?"

Ximenlang was relieved.

"Isn't that a misunderstanding? There's really nothing wrong with us. You're overthinking it."

She gave him a cold look and took a closer look at the quality of Ximen Lang's stir-fried vegetables.

This was extremely close. He was standing far away just now and was still covered by the oil smoke, so Leng didn't pay attention.

But as he got closer, Leng could smell a scent, and it was obvious that the scent was not from him!

Ximen Lang was busy looking at the vegetables in the pot when he saw Leng coming over and flipping through them now and then.

"Don't make trouble, wife, I'm busy right now."
To be continued...