The husband and wife of a wealthy school

"Zhao Yan, last time, didn't you say that you had the opportunity to take you to my house to see the lavender on the painting? My house is nearby. Are you going now?"

Zhao Yan was also very surprised to meet Yan Cheng at the same place for the second time today.The street lights were dim, and he couldn't see Yan Cheng's expression clearly in the car, so he took a few steps forward.

"Now? Is it too late?"

He noticed that Yan Cheng's face was slightly red, and he could smell a faint smell of alcohol when he got close.

Yan Cheng raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said in a natural tone: "The law doesn't stipulate that you can't go to view paintings at nine o'clock in the evening."

Zhao Yan: "You've been drinking."

"Today is my dad's birthday, I drank some red wine, the alcohol content is not high."

Zhao Yan: "I mean, going so late, will it disturb your rest?"

Yan Cheng: "No, I won't go to bed so early."

"Then...you don't have an exam tomorrow? Don't you need to read books?"

Yan Cheng: "There is an exam, I don't care whether I read it or not, if you want to read it, you can go to my house to watch it, and I will watch it with you."

Yan Cheng glanced at the cloth bag on Zhao Yan's back, which seemed to contain a lot of things, and said in an affirmative tone, "You should bring your books."

Zhao Yan was still a little hesitant. This opportunity was created intentionally by himself last time, but when the opportunity came, he felt uneasy, and he didn't know why.

It's not that he's afraid of passing through, because he feels that even if he follows, Yan Cheng won't be able to find out that he is his "aunt".Even if there is an accident, people will not think of small probability events.

Subconsciously, he somewhat extravagantly hoped that Yan Cheng would like him just because of him, without other emotions, such as moving, such as pity.

Originally, he used money to do things, and there was nothing that others should be grateful for.

Therefore, he still doesn't want Yan Cheng to know that his "aunt" is himself.

In fact, he doesn't know much about feelings, and he can't understand why many things happen. He just crosses the river by feeling the stones and follows his heart.

Seeing that Zhao R&D stayed for too long, Yan Cheng smiled: "Zhao Yan, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm a little hungry, I'm afraid you won't have anything to treat me to." Zhao Yan also smiled.

Thinking about what to do with so much and nothing, when the opportunity comes, of course we must seize it, Zhao Yan thought to himself.

Yan Cheng's smile grew wider: "I can order takeaway for us when we go. To be honest, I didn't finish my dinner, so I drank some wine."

Looking at Wang Lin, he really couldn't eat it.

Zhao Yan thought, there is no need to order takeaway, let's go up to eat dumplings, without saying anything.

Zhao Yan sat in the co-pilot, Yan Cheng closed the window, the black BMW started, accelerated, and drove into the prosperous city facing the wind and snow.

Zhao Yan: "Going so late, will it disturb my uncle and aunt's rest?"

"No, I live alone."

The car drives into the underground garage, and the elevator in the garage goes directly to the top floor.

Zhao Yan followed behind Yan Cheng. When Yan Cheng opened the door, he heard the familiar sound of paws slapping the door. In a place Yan Cheng couldn't see, he smiled slightly, and the dimples on his cheeks were slightly vertical. passed away.He thought of Bao'er's head, and Mao's head was crushed by him in the afternoon.

The door opened, Yan Cheng knelt down and stretched out his arms to Bao'er, "Bao'er, come here."

Bao'er jumped into Yan Cheng's arms all at once, and Yan Cheng went into the house to change his shoes while stroking his fur.

Zhao Yan closed the door behind him, and stood behind Yan Cheng to change his shoes: "This is the fur you raised, is it called Bao'er?"

As soon as the word "Bao'er" landed, Yan Cheng turned his lower body slightly, Bao'er jumped into Zhao Yan's arms without warning, Zhao Yan subconsciously caught it, and met Bao'er's cute big eyes.

Then, both of them were stunned.

Yan Cheng's big eyes widened a little, and Zhao Yan could see his long and curled eyelashes more clearly, and those brush-like eyelashes flickered twice.

His Bao'er has never been so proactive towards a stranger. Liu Guohua came here for the first time, stroking his hair and seeing that it didn't respond, thought it was very good, so he wanted to hug it, but was scratched firmly.

The blood marks on the back of his hand left an indelible and deep memory for Liu Guohua.

Under Yan Cheng's nose, Zhao Yan raised his hand to stroke Bao'er's hair without embarrassment, "This cat is really good, and it's not afraid of strangers."

"It's not afraid of life, but it never gives hugs to anyone other than me, and I don't know what happened today."

Zhao Yan: "This may have something to do with physical fitness. Since I was a child, I have been more attracted to small animals. For example, many people in our village raise dogs. They think that raising dogs can take care of their homes. However, other people's dogs are basically not bite me."

He remembered Liu Li's non-failing physique, so he learned it and put it to good use.

Yan Cheng watched Bao'er squinting his eyes comfortably in Zhao Yan's arms, raised his eyebrows, and said in a suspicious tone: "Really?"

Zhao Yan: "Really."

When the two walked into the living room, Yan Cheng saw the obvious change in his home at a glance, the curtain hanging on the patio door.

"Your house is really clean." Zhao Yan followed Yan Cheng's gaze and saw the door curtain he had hung up. "This curtain is very beautiful."

Yan Cheng: "Do you think it looks good?"

"You don't think it's good-looking?! It's obviously pretty good-looking."

"Actually, I also think it's very pretty. There should be a curtain here." He just took a few seconds to express his surprise at the sudden addition of things in his home.

Zhao Yan: "Yes, there is a curtain on the door that does not affect the entrance and exit. It is beautiful and can block dust. It is the best."

Yan Cheng nodded twice, "It's true."

Zhao Yan pointed to the huge painting on the entire wall in the living room, and said, "This is the painting you're talking about, right? It's really beautiful, even more beautiful than the ones taken in photos."

This painting is so eye-catching, as long as you enter the living room, you will never lose sight of it, and your eyes will be attracted unconsciously for the first time.

As Zhao Yan spoke, he approached the wall and watched it from a close distance.

"Picasso once said that no matter how real a painting is, it is far from a high-resolution photo. Expressing subjective emotions is the more revolutionary task of art. In other words, the reason why this painting attracts you is not because Real, but because it captures the beauty you want to see in your eyes, and then magnifies and displays this beauty."

Yan Cheng stood behind Zhao Yan, slowed down his speech, and explained to him sentence by sentence.

"When you say that, I think it's true." Zhao Yan turned his head and glanced at Yan Cheng, "Your grandma must love you very much, because she managed to capture the most beautiful part of you, and then magnified this beauty to show it. gone."

Yan Cheng smiled: "I can tell, you are praising me for being good-looking. It's understandable. People who have seen this painting say so. But, this is not my most beautiful place."

Zhao Yan turned around and looked at Yan Cheng carefully from top to bottom. He was wearing a gray sweater and black trousers, with a white shirt collar turned out of the sweater.

Showing a proud smile, the whole face feels particularly tense, and it is easy to make strangers have a stunning visual experience. What is amazing is not only the appearance, but also the temperament.

In Zhao Yan's eyes, the warm white lighting in the living room comes with a beauty filter for no reason.

Zhao Yan: "Then where is your most beautiful place?"

Yan Cheng made a gesture of serious consideration, and then seemed to have suddenly realized, pretending to be particularly thoughtful, and said nonsense: "In the eyes of someone in the future."

After speaking, both of them laughed.

Yan Cheng checked his watch, it was almost ten o'clock.He walked to the bar, ready to order takeaway, picked up the takeaway menu on the bar and asked Zhao Yan, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhao Yan followed him to the kitchen, pointed to the door of the refrigerator and said, "Why is there something stuck on the door of your refrigerator?"

Yan Cheng heard the words and looked over, he really didn't know what it was, so he walked over and peeled off the note.

It said: I made dumplings and kept them frozen in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, you can cook them and eat them.Signed, hourly workers.

Yan Cheng looked up at Zhao Yan: "Do you like dumplings?"

Zhao Yan nodded: "It's okay."

"Then let's make dumplings."

Yan Cheng took out the frozen dumplings that were packed in a fresh-keeping bag from the refrigerator.

He looked at the dumpling and frowned: "Why does it look like it's raw, and it doesn't look very good, don't you think it's disgusting?"

Zhao Yan: "Dumplings are delicious when they are cooked fresh, and if they look bad, it doesn't mean they are not tasty. Of course I don't dislike them."

Yan Cheng put the dumplings in his hand on the cooking table, bent down to look for a pot in the cabinet, and asked while searching: "Then can you cook dumplings? I haven't cooked them before."

Zhao Yan thought to himself, if he hadn't come up tonight, the fate of these dumplings might be in jeopardy.

"I can cook, it's very simple, I can teach you, and then you can cook by yourself in the future."

Yan Cheng replied "Yes".

Then the young master of the National People's Congress pulled out a large steamer from the cabinet, put it on the gas, and was about to pour water, ready to boil the dumplings.

Zhao Yan was really shocked, it turned out that the young master of the National People's Congress is so inhumane!He was really curious about how the sauerkraut fish that had been in the refrigerator before was heated.

Zhao Yan: "Yan Cheng, this is a steamer, not a pot for cooking dumplings."

Yan Cheng stopped what he was doing and looked at Zhao Yan: "Can't this cook dumplings?"

"Theoretically, it can be cooked, but this is not a pot for cooking dumplings."

Yan Cheng: "Is there a difference?"

Zhao Yan: "Yes."

Yan Cheng: "But my family only has this pot, and there is no pot for cooking dumplings."

But I cooked dumplings in your dumpling pot a few hours ago, Zhao Yan said: "If you look for it again, maybe you didn't find it."

Yan Cheng bent down and lowered his head, and searched again in the cabinet on the bottom left, "There are really no other pots, so why don't you just use this one, as long as it can cook in theory."

"Why don't you find it in the cabinet on the right." After he used it, he washed it and put it there.

"It's usually placed on the left..., hey, there's really a pot." Yan Cheng opened the cabinet door on the right and saw the pot inside. He took out the pot and asked Zhao Yan, "Is this the pot for cooking dumplings?"

Zhao Yan: "Yes, this is it."

Put the pot on the gas, pour water and bring to a boil.

Zhao Yan taught Yan Cheng by hand, using the method Uncle Guo taught him to cook, and said while operating: "Like this, put the dumplings in boiling water. Don't put too much at one time. According to the size of the pot and the amount of water in the pot now , put up to twenty dumplings in one pot, put them in, and stir them with a spoon to prevent the dumplings from sticking together."

After talking for a long time, without hearing a response, Zhao Yan turned his head to look at Yan Cheng in the steaming water vapor, "Are you listening?"

Yan Cheng: "I'm listening."

Zhao Yan continued: "After the dumpling water is boiled again, add a little cold water, like me, and continue to cook until the color of the dumpling skin fades from the color of raw flour, and it is almost cooked. You can take one out. Taste it. Generally, meat stuffing needs to be cooked for a long time. According to my experience, it is almost cooked after four times of boiling. That’s it, you see, it’s very simple.”

Yan Cheng: "Do you often cook dumplings? It seems that you are very skilled."

Zhao Yan took out the dumplings and put them in a bowl.

"My hometown is in the Northwest, and my diet is mainly pasta. I make dumplings every year and during festivals. I helped my mother make dumplings when I was in junior high school. Children from poor families are already in charge."

Yan Cheng pointed to the various kinds of dumplings that came out of the bowl, and asked, "Are the dumplings you made look good? Will they be like this?"

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, looking at the effect of the cooked dumplings, "Well... Although I have been making dumplings since junior high school, the dumplings I made are really not very good-looking."

Yan Cheng smiled.

Zhao Yan continued: "Appearance really doesn't affect the taste, if you don't believe me, try this dumpling."

"I guess you must look more like your mother, at least your lips are like your mother." Yan Cheng picked up a dumpling, put it to his mouth and blew it, and bit off half of it in one bite.

Zhao Yan: "Why?"

"Because very few men have such small cherry mouths. It doesn't mean that men in Northwest China are all rough."

Zhao Yan: "Then I think your eyes must look like your mother's."

Yan Cheng: "Why?"

"Because few men have such charming eyes when they smile."

Yan Cheng was pleased by these words, he laughed, his brows and eyes were crooked, and he was full of charm.

Zhao Yan looked away and looked down at the dumplings in the bowl: "Is it delicious?"

Yan Cheng: "It's delicious, it's countless times more delicious than what it looks like."

Zhao Yan was very happy that the dumplings he made got such high praise, "Really?"

Yan Cheng's tone was affirmative: "Really."

Zhao Yan poured some vinegar into a small bowl, added some soy sauce and sesame oil to the vinegar, brought it over and put it on the bar, and the two sat side by side at the bar to eat dumplings.

Zhao Yan: "Dipping the dumplings in vinegar will taste better, try it."

Yan Cheng dipped some vinegar in the small bowl, tasted it, nodded and said, "It's true."

Just now when the dumplings were cooked, Bao'er had already smelled the fragrance and ran over from the living room, circling around the two of them's feet, and now she was napping under the stool Yan Cheng was sitting on.

Dinner was too early, around five o'clock, now after ten o'clock, Zhao Yan is really hungry.

He was eating with his head down. Suddenly, Yan Cheng stretched out an arm, and before he realized it, he quickly wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

An invisible electric current spread from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yan was so startled that he almost bit his own tongue, his neck turned slightly red, he raised his head and opened his round eyes to look at Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng showed him the vinegar water on his thumb, and said, "There is vinegar water at the corner of your mouth, it almost dripped onto your clothes."

Zhao Yan looked down at his clothes, then continued to eat. "Then thank you."

After dinner, it's almost eleven o'clock, it's getting late.After seeing the painting, Zhao Yan was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, yesterday's photo has been developed, and the effect is very good, I'll show you." Yan Cheng said, and walked to the study.

Yan Cheng took out the photo, and the two sat on the sofa to look at it.

The photos were placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa, Yan Cheng picked up one of them and showed it to Zhao Yan, "I think this one is the best, what do you think?"

Looking at the photo, Zhao Yan found it was very good, quite good, but...why didn't he see this picture on the photo wall in the study in the afternoon.

In the photo, he smiled with shallow dimples, revealing his white and neat teeth, just when a big red plum blossom fell below the corner of his left eye, like a coquettish tear mole.

Zhao Yan: "You are the one who captured the pictures well."

Zhao Yan's eyes fell on the photo, and he somehow felt that Yan Cheng's gaze on him became very hot.He knew that his eyes had no temperature, did he feel any heat on his face?

But he just felt that this kind of gaze should be called "fiery gaze", even though he didn't look directly into Yan Cheng's eyes.

I don't know if this is the effect of hormones.

Without turning his head, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and caught Yan Cheng's gaze on his lips.

Zhao Yan turned his head and looked directly into Yan Cheng's eyes generously, this time it was no longer a feeling, he saw that there was no concealment in Yan Cheng's eyes, naked.

He knew that Yan Cheng wanted to kiss him.

Zhao Yan's neck had already turned peach pink without his knowing it, and it slowly spread to his face.

Yan Cheng: "I guess you like me, right?"

Zhao Yan: "I guess you want to kiss me, right?"

Yan Cheng: "That's right, can I?"

Zhao Yan looked away, he felt very hot, and his heart beat out of rhythm in his chest.

Yan Cheng reached out with one hand, lifted his chin, rubbed his thumb on his rosy and plump lips, and the tingling feeling spread all the way to the cerebral cortex.

Zhao Yan pulled down the hand hooked on his chin, leaned forward and kissed it actively.