PUBG Online Romance of the Century

Chapter 95:

Yi Chen pulled out the broken-mouth snacks just bought from the bag, opened the packaging bag, and stuffed the chocolate into Yu Yan's mouth.

Yu Yan tasted a bite of sweetness and was vague in speech: "What's wrong?"

"Do you still want to eat?" Yi Chen asked him.

"Yes I do."

"Then be quiet, don't talk." Yi Chen finished and paused. "Write it down in my heart and give it back later."

"..." Yu Yan bit the chocolate in his mouth.

The two returned home, the car stopped, and Yu Yan quickly got out of the car with a large shopping bag.

Yi Chen closed the door and watched his back running away, smiling: "What are you running?"

Isn't it crazy talking in the car.

Yu Yan did not return his head: "I'll wash vegetables!"

Yu Yan ran home, grabbed the things in the bag, and put them on the shelf of the living room.

He was worried that Yi Chen accidentally turned over when he took something ... wouldn't it be embarrassing.

After putting things in place, he breathed a sigh of relief, holding his bag and preparing to start dinner. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Yi Chen followed.

Yu Yan was **** on Baidu's recipe: "How did you come in?"

"Do it together." Yi Chen raised his shirt cuffs a bit, "Which one to do first?"

After the two had cleared up, the first dish went out.

Yu Yan picked up his mobile phone, and with a distressed look, he couldn't help but go to Yi Chen.

"Yi Chen." He didn't say a lot. "... Here we want to put 3 grams of spices, how much is 3 grams?"

Yi Chen glanced at the recipe. All the items above were accurate to grams. They looked detailed but not practical.

He evened out the seasonings, took the mobile phone, and changed a recipe. This time, instead of piles of numbers, he explained it with a spoon.

"Don't look at this recipe in the future. You call the person who wrote the recipe, he may not be able to weigh out 3 grams."

Yu Yan was a bit frustrated at first.

Although compelled to do so, he has recently discovered on all sides that he has too little knowledge.

The person next to him paved the steps gently. Yu Yan said no, but nodded.

He had just picked up the shovel and turned the dish over, and his hands were empty.

"Hold the mouse in your hand," Yi Chen said, "I'm here, you wash the vegetables."

Although the taste of this dinner could not keep up with the restaurants outside, both of them ate deliciously.

After dinner, Yu Yan took out the cake: "When will Yi Ran be back? Should we wait for him?"

"No, just leave him a refrigerator."

Yi Chen doesn't know how many years have never seen such a birthday cake.

He watched Yu Yan take out a candle from the bag and asked, "... Isn't there a digital candle?"

"There are no candles with the number 8." Yu Yan said very gently.

Yi Chen: "..."

It's dense, of course, it doesn't look good.

Yu Yan lit the candle and turned off the light, and then asked, "Sing a birthday song?"

Yi Chen suddenly asked him, "How did you celebrate your birthday?"

Yu Yan froze and said, "I ... order a big meal for myself."

He's better off saying that he has been stretched a few years ago, but he can't care what birthday is not birthday. Had it not been for China Mobile sending him blessing text messages every year, he would have almost forgotten.

Yi Chen narrowed his eyes: "I won't sing."

"That wish?"

Yi Chen closed her eyes and closed her eyes, thinking nothing.

When the candle was blown out and the light was on, Yu Yan took out a black box from behind him.

"Happy birthday." He blinked under his eyes, and a little tiger's teeth smiled.

Yi Chen raised an eyebrow, took the box, and opened it.

It is a wrist watch, with silver and black staggered, exquisite and elegant style, and it can be seen that the workmanship is fine and the price is expensive.

The brand on the box Yi Chen knows that there are many seven-figure styles, that is, the lowest price, and five-figure styles. This one looks like a mid-range style in the brand.

Men have a special love for watches and shoes, as is Yi Chen. He never felt that a watch would please him more than this one.

He didn't hurry to take it out and asked, "Why did you buy such an expensive thing, didn't you mean to support your family?"

"Supporting you means supporting the family." Yu Yan looked at him eagerly, urging him, "Don't you take a look?"

Yi Chen held the box and was slightly lost when he heard it.

The phrase "raising him" is too novel, just like the phrase that would protect him in the live broadcast room.

Why is he so fond of listening?

He untied the seven-digit watch, dropped it on the table, and carefully put the new watch on.

Yi Chen's hand bones are clear, and each finger is very slender, even if he wears a hundred yuan watch, it is good-looking.

Yu Yan stared at Yi Chen's hand for a long time.

This shows that Ming wasn't wearing it on his own hands, but he felt contented and full of joy, which made him happier than himself.

Yu Yan asked, "Do you like it? I don't know how to pick these ..."

"Like," Yi Chen said, "I like it very much."

"That's good." He glanced at the watch on the table. "Do you want to put this one away?"

Yi Chen put the watch on the shelf next to it: "It doesn't matter if you raise it higher."

Yu Yan also spent a few hours soaking in a luxury watch brand store, and he knew it would not be cheap when he looked at the watch: "Otherwise, put it first ..."

Before I finished speaking, I felt the corners of my mouth became cold.

He didn't react at first, until he smelled the cake, he said, "How do you--"

So naive.

Yi Chen smeared some cream with his index finger and wiped it on the corner of his mouth.

Yi Chen wanted to take his attention away from the watch, and he said, "Are you still not cutting the cake?"

Yu Yan said, "... Cut. You cut it. The first knife of the cake must be cut by Shouxing."

Yi Chen nodded, just about to pick up the plastic knife from the cake shop, and suddenly remembered something.

He raised his hand and stretched his index finger to Yu Yan's mouth.

Yu Yan looked at him blankly: "Huh?"

"Lick it clean, or it will stain the knife."

"..." Yu Yan's eyes widened. "Just wipe the paper--"

Before he finished speaking, Yi Chen stretched his fingertips while he opened his mouth.

"..."

What else could he do?

He came in, he couldn't rush out, and he couldn't bear to bite.

Yi Chen was just trying to tease him, and was about to pull it out, and felt something touched on his fingertips.

Then tangled it up and ticked off all the cream.

Yu Yanfei quickly resolved the cream on his fingers, and then put aside his face, the ear tips were all red: "Okay, you cut."

When the first knife went down, Yu Yangang was about to pick up a plastic plate to serve the cake, and heard Yi Chen asking, "Is the cake delicious?"

Yu Yan nodded: "It's delicious, it's a bit sweet, eat less."

"Very sweet?"

"Ok."

Yi Chen bowed his head: "I'll try it."

"Okay, I'll take a plate ..."

Before Yu Yan had finished speaking, the person next to him suddenly bent down his neck and kissed the cream stain on the corner of his mouth.

No one wants to eat cake.

Yu Yan couldn't hold the plate when he was kissed. He was so hot that he threw the plate on the table and subconsciously pinched Yi Chen's white lining.

I didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but was finally interrupted by Yi Chen.

He said in a dumb voice: "After a day at the company, I'll take a bath first."

Yu Yan only knew and nodded: "Okay ..."

"Wash together?"

Yu Yan hesitated, and the scene couldn't stand him just thinking about it: "Ah? Forget it, forget it, I'll wait until you finish washing ..."

Yu Yan packed the cake. As soon as he was about to put it in the refrigerator, he heard the sound of the bedroom door being opened.

He looked sideways, and saw Yi Chen leaning against the door, wearing a gray bathrobe, no tie around his waist, and a glimpse of the well-balanced and beautiful muscle lines inside.

He even recognized the little underwear / underpants! !!

Yi Chen raised an eyebrow and asked him, "Really not together?"

Who can stand it?

For the first time, Yu Yan felt that the episodes of nosebleeds in the TV series were not exaggerated at all. He suspected that if he watched for a few more minutes, he would also have nosebleed.

Yu Yan's face was completely completely red. When he gritted his teeth, his voice was not like his own, and his heart kept shaking: "Then, otherwise ... I'll get a towel, I ..."

Yi Chen feels as if he has just completed his three-month holiday.

Relax, comfortable and cozy.

Seeing the other person's flustered look, his voice was all smiled, and he slowly put the bathrobes together: "Don't be nervous, I am teasing you. We will wash separately."

Yu Yan motioned: "... Ah."

"The bathroom in my bedroom is too narrow," Yi Chen said, "I'm afraid you're not comfortable."

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Yu Yan came this time without bringing his milk shower gel.

He stood in the bathroom, only feeling a special regret. He should grab the bath in front of Yi Chen, and now the bathroom is full of cologne, and he feels even ashamed even when undressing.

After taking a bath, Yu Yan had just stepped out of the bathroom and saw Yi Chen sitting on the side of the bed, waiting for him just like he was at home.

"Yanyan." Yi Chen held a book in his hand and saw him come out, calling him, "Done washing? Come here."

Yu Yandao: "I will go up again later, I ... my hair is still wet."

"That's why I asked you to come over." Yi Chen took the hair dryer out of the nightstand. "I'll blow dry it for you."

"No, I'll do it in a while ..."

Yi Chen's tone was very natural: "I don't want to wait for a while."

Yi Chen does not know how to blow her hair. Although her posture is awkward, she will not burn him because of her carefulness.

The two were sitting on the edge of the bed at this time, and Yu Yan was sitting in front of them, holding the book that Yi Chen had just been reading, and he was afraid to move.

Blowing and blowing, Yu Yan felt the back of his neck gently kissed.

He felt numbness in his spine and bowed his waist unconsciously: "Yi Chen?"

"Well." The boy's hair gradually softened in his hands. Yi Chen turned off the hair dryer and kissed him again, this time on the tip of his ear. "Your neck looks good."

White and straight.

Yu Yan: "How can I ... I have been sitting in front of the computer for a long time, and the sitting posture is ugly."

"No, you are sitting upright and looking good."

Yi Chen was stating the facts, "It's just too thin."

Yu Yangang was going to excuse himself, and suddenly he became stiff and couldn't say anything.

Yi Chen's hand reached into the hem of his pajamas.

When Yu Yan took a bath, he filled his brain with many possibilities. He did not expect that he would be in such a posture in the end.

Yi Chen hugged him firmly in his arms with his arms from the back. He couldn't see Yi Chen's expression, but could only hear the voice of the other party or feel his movements.

"Here, thinner than me."

"So too."

Yu Yan subconsciously raised his hand and held Yi Chen's hand, but the other person suddenly rolled his palms, and the **** were wrapped around each other.

Yu Yan couldn't take it anymore.

He opened his mouth, and his voice seemed to beg for mercy, but he said, "Yi Chen ... Can we come straight? Can't you speak in my ear?"

Yi Chen was also uncomfortable.

He stepped back without a trace, in case his physical reaction scared him.

"Don't worry ... I help you."

Yu Yan heard the voice of the voice, first a moment, his eyes immediately recovered a little clear: "... help me? What about yourself?"

"I'll fix it later."

"Don't." Yu Yan grabbed his hand. "Let's get together ... aren't we ready?"

Yi Chen was silent for a long time, and his tone was intolerable: "You should be tired after taking a day's flight today. Wait for a rest--"

For the first time, Yu Yan felt the age gap between himself and Yi Chen.

He intensified his hands, firmly holding the back of his opponent's hand, panicking and choosing: "I have been in an airplane for less than two hours! Not tired at all! Or you worked a day, no, no energy Alright? Then I can work harder by myself ... "

"..."

After speaking, Yu Yan felt embarrassed.

Yi Chen heard the flames.

... how does he "work harder"?

The bedroom fell silent, Yu Yan stiffened her head, and said, "But if you are ... tired, then we can do it next time."

Yi Chen squeezed his waist: "... I'm afraid I'm not doing well and it will hurt you. Why do you always recruit me?"

Yu Yan is innocent: "But I'm not afraid of pain."

"..."

Yu Yan said, and felt that he was anxious and did not get a response. He was a little embarrassed: "I just want to be with you."

"Forget it, then next time, I ... I'll go to the toilet and do it myself."

When he finished speaking, he wanted to stand up. Who knew that the arm around his waist suddenly tightened, and before he responded, he was half-embraced by the people behind him and taken to the center of the bed.

The two finally met their eyes.

"I'll try to be as light as possible." Yi Chen's throat knot rolled, her voice was extremely dumb, because she had been suppressed, and her eyes became scarlet.

He bowed his head and kissed Yu Yan.

"But if it's heavy ... you bear it."

...

Yu Yan didn't feel the pain.

Because he hadn't reached the topic yet, he had no energy left.

His scalp was numb, his cheeks blushed, and with remorse, he tried to communicate with another party: "Yi Chen ... shall we take a break?"

"No." Yi Chen took a bite of his earlobe. "If you feel comfortable, take a break. It doesn't make sense."

Yu Yan's head turned quickly: "No ... I bought it from the supermarket and put it outside. I didn't bring it in ..."

The nightstand was opened.

Yi Chen took out a few items from the bottom.

"No," he unpacked, succinctly. "I have more powerful ones here."

Yu Yan: "..."