Chapter 30 What dessert can be as sweet as you

Liang Yun woke up again and saw Chen Yang sitting at the head of the bed, dressed in bright clothes, holding the book, and reading quietly.

On the other hand, I was naked and nestled in the quilt, like a small fish that was slippery and could not be lost.

She hid her face in the pillow with embarrassment: I was so embarrassed to be fucked by him every time!

Chen Yang noticed her little movements, put down the book, smiled slightly, reached out, stroked the top of her head, and woke up?

Liang Yun said dumbly and continued to pretend to be dead without moving.

Chen Yang pulled her over, hugged her, and wanted to let go, get up quickly and change her clothes and take you out for dinner.

Liang Yun was greedy for the warmth in his arms, hugged him tightly with his backhand and hugged me for a while.

Chen Yang's facial expression flashed with a hint of darkness, but he didn't say anything. He let her hold herself, and his hand was still gently patting her back.

Liang Yun could completely retire from his age and become a little girl. If he didn't object, she would enjoy this kind of love at will.

Liang Yun retreated from her room and moved her suitcase to Chen Yang.

She chose a beige knitted sweater skirt with Martin boots on the square, and she took off her usual elite OL style, showing her youthful and lively campus style.

Chen Yang watched her apply lip glaze in front of the makeup mirror, and the colorful brush head pressed on her plump lips, slightly sinking along the path of application, and rebounded vigorously at the moment when the brush was lifted, bulging like fruit pudding.

This time they went to a Western restaurant.

Chen Yang gently embraced Liang Yun's shoulders. When she walked into the restaurant, she had a moment of dizziness: it seemed that the two of them were no different from ordinary couples who were dating.

The round European tables and chairs and small and exquisite bars are all painted pure white, and the gorgeous crystal lamps cast a faint light, and each angle reflects a dreamlike colorful light.

On each table is a simple porcelain vase, where the pink roses bloom softly, and are very harmoniously matched with the surrounding elegant environment.

The soft saxophone filled the entire restaurant, like an invisible smoke spreading, slowly occupying Liang Yun's heart.

The filet mignon and creamy mushroom soup were good.Chen Yang's words slightly pulled Liang Yun's thoughts back.

When the dishes came, Chen Yang naturally took the plate in front of Liang Yun, cut the steak inside into small pieces, and then put it back in front of her.

Liang Yun drank the soup in a small sip, watched him do all this quietly, and accepted it comfortably.

When she was with Chen Yang, she felt like she had become a different person.In the past, if the male partner takes care of everything, she would frown.

But in front of him, she had a completely different state of mind. Perhaps because he had seen the most unconcealed original state, how could she care about the tired social nature?

When did you book a seat?Liang Yun glanced at the restaurant environment and immediately knew that this place should only accept reservations and not individual customers.

Ordered before.Chen Yang took a sip of Cabernet Sauvignon and looked at Liang Yun with his eyes down.

She was very focused when eating, bulging her mouth, like a hamster. When she tasted the taste she liked, her eyes would suddenly magnify and shiny.

I dreamed of you.Liang Yun suddenly said, and glanced at Chen Yang secretly.

Oh, right?I don't dream of letting me rest?Chen Yang smiled, beating you and fucking you are all physical work.

He lowered his voice, and only the two of them could hear the temptation.

No...No.Liang Yun's face suddenly turned red.

This person is really, in public, saying such obscene and seductive words seriously.

Then what did you dream about me?Chen Yang put down his knife and fork and looked at Liang Yun with interest.

I dream of going to have dinner with you, going for a walk, and going to a movie... Liang Yun twisted the tablecloth with her fingers, and suddenly she became squeezing like a little girl who had just fallen in love.

Chen Yang's eyes gradually became darker. He picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, cleared his throat, and after he got home, he thought about each scene and wrote it down, and we realized it one by one.

Liang Yun looked up and smiled. Are you already having dinner with you now?

She smiled happily, so happy that Chen Yang's lips slightly tense.

So easy to satisfy?

Have anyone seen this with a naive smile?

Today's what doesn't count.Next time, you choose a place you like.Chen Yang's expression was serious, even a little serious.

Oh, OK.Liang Yun blinked.

Chen Yang didn't eat anything anymore, but just looked at her opposite and took a sip of wine occasionally.

When the waiter came over and introduced them to today's dessert, he did not ask Liang Yun for advice and refused directly.

Chen Yang almost clamped Liang Yun under his armpit and carried her into the room like a piece of luggage.

What dessert can be as sweet as you?

He whispered in her ear when he pulled out his tie and pressed Liang Yun against the door.

Liang Yun: Master, if I were a dessert, what would you like most?Vanilla pudding?Fenanxue?Macaron?

Chen Yang: Korean rice cake.

Liang Yun: Huh?Why?

Chen Yang turned on the computer and put a video of making North Korean rice cakes for her.

Voice-over (XX People's Radio Standard Baritone): Korean rice cake is also called beating cake. The traditional method is to put steamed rice in a wooden trough or stone trough and beat it repeatedly with a wooden hammer until each grain of rice is broken.