Gu Mengmeng completely fell into Yan Han's love. She felt that she couldn't extricate herself. She felt it really.

At the same time, she completely gave her heart to Yan Han. Gu Mengmeng believed that he would not let her down or get herself hurt.

In the eyes of everyone, Yan Han may be a god who cannot compete with him, but in his own world, he is a person who can give him warmth.

Leaning in Yan Han's arms, Gu Mengmeng couldn't get out of the dizziness for a long time. She put her hands around his waist and asked softly again.

"Yan Han, will I be immersed in your arms forever?"

After gently kissing Gu Mengmeng's forehead, Yan Han unconsciously pinched her face with his hand.

"Silly Mengmeng, when did I lie to you? You will be surrounded by warm happiness every day from now on, and leave everything to me to worry about."

Yan Han originally thought that Gu Mengmeng should be looking at him very affectionately, but suddenly he jumped out of his arms and ran straight to the first floor.

He ran all the way with his flushed face, and a very embarrassing word came out of his mouth.

"My soup, my soup!"

This tone can simply be described as compassion, or compassion soup.

Steam had already filled the kitchen. Gu Mengmeng hurriedly stepped forward to turn off the fire and opened the lid of the pot. She suddenly became depressed, and it happened that Yan Han saw this scene.

What he was worried about was not how the pot of soup was, but whether Gu Mengmeng had been burned. He quickly walked over to Gu Mengmeng, carefully inspected her hands, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you didn't get burned, otherwise I would have to go back to the hospital where I just left today."

"But this pot of soup."

This is the delicacy that she has chosen to prepare a large table for Yan Han, but it has ended just as it started. Gu Mengmeng wants Yan Han to eat the taste of her own cooking, and wants him to be home as soon as he opens the door.

the taste of.

In fact, Gu Mengmeng had always had an idea in her mind, and it wasn't until she met Yan Han that she wanted to realize it step by step.

In Gu Mengmeng's view, home is composed of many feelings.

When two people are at home, they need to bicker from time to time, filling the whole space with laughter and slapstick.

Also, no matter when you open the refrigerator, it will be full of food, and you can prepare a table of delicious food for him anytime and anywhere.

Then when Yan Han gets off work, he will smell the aroma of the food the moment he opens the door. He also puts a few pots of blooming flowers at home so that he can smell the fragrance in his spare time.

The most important thing is that the little bits and pieces accumulated over time have made the two people more in tune.

Thinking of this, today was just the beginning, but she had ended up like this. Gu Mengmeng felt more and more useless. Why did she want what Yan Han felt the most, but was ruined by herself?

Gu Mengmeng's frustration could be seen in his eyes, which was a little different from before. Yan Han wiped the water stains on the table and comforted her in a low voice.

"Don't be unhappy. There are so many days ahead. And today is the day I propose to you. How can you be so depressed?"

With a smile that was even uglier than crying, Gu Mengmeng really arranged her home into an ideal look.
Chapter completed!