Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Double? Who cares? As long as I can hug you, it doesn't matter.

I don't know how long it's been, there's a knock on the door, which wakes them up.

Chu orchid tide slightly Leng Leng, let go of hand, song Xiaoqing heart some lost, but think of him a discharge, they engaged, heart like a drink of honey sweet, quickly kiss his face, then shamefully stand up to the door, didn't see Chu orchid tide a Leng, frowned, raised his hand in her kiss place wipe, fundus flash a trace of disgust.

He is an emotional person with a habit of cleanliness. When he treats her as Xiaolan, he can kiss her, but when he knows she is not, he can't accept her.

If song Xiaoqing knew, he would be sad again.

But she didn't see this scene. She opened the door and saw a delivery man standing outside. She said with a smile, "Hello, I'm from Jinhua hotel. This is your delivery order."

Song Xiaoqing can't help but be stunned when hearing the speech and said, "sorry, we didn't order a meal."

"Is that Mr. Chu lanchao who lives in it?" The man asked.

"Yes."

"There's nothing wrong with that." The man took out a list and said, "No. 1608 ward, VIP inpatient department of CIREN hospital, Mr. Chu lanchao, is right."

"Well, who ordered the meal?" Song Xiaoqing felt very strange.

"Since there's nothing wrong, I'll go first. Please take your time." Then the man turned and left.

Song Xiaoqing felt puzzled and came back with a lunch box and asked, "Lan Chao, did you order a meal just now?"

Chu Lan Chao shook his head: "No."

"That's really strange. Who ordered you a meal?" As song Xiaoqing took out the lunch box, she thought, "is it because my aunt is afraid that you are hungry, so she ordered for you?"

"Maybe!" Chu lanchao also felt a little hungry and stood up and walked towards the dining table.

"Wow, it's all your favorite food." Song Xiaoqing looked at the food on the table and said with a smile, "it seems that my aunt still cares about you as much as before."

Chu lanchao took a look at the dishes on the table. If they were all his favorite foods, he couldn't help but have a big appetite. At this time, his mobile phone suddenly rang. When he picked it up, it was Chang Huan's text message. He couldn't help but be stunned. What did she send him a text message? It can't be anything, can it?

Just thinking, the hand has opened the information skillfully, he can't help but be stunned.

"Did you get the order? Do you like it? I ordered it for you. Eat more. "

Eyes unconsciously moved to the table food, meat, vegetables, all he likes.

She ordered it for him.

What does she want to do?

"What's the matter? Whose message is it? " Song Xiaoqing arranged the dishes and chopsticks for him. Seeing that he didn't look right, he asked.

"Nothing. Eat. " He put the mobile phone away, took the chopsticks she handed over, and put a piece of chicken in his mouth. I don't know why, but suddenly he felt that it was a bit unpleasant.

In the past, Chu lanchao calculated to let Chang Huan call him, send short messages, and then form a habit, but even so, the result is very little. Chang Huan always sends text messages to ask him whether to go home for dinner and what he wants to eat, or when he doesn't go home very late, he will ask a very boring topic. Occasionally, after Chu lanchao asks, he talks about children, but most of them are concise and comprehensive. For this reason, he complains for a long time.