"Are you okay?!"

Wei Yan looked at the wound in Leng Yeting's hand, hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Leng Yeting's hand, and after seeing the blood beads on it, his whole body felt slightly numb.

Leng Yeting quickly reacted and handed his hand under the faucet and rushed. His tone was so indifferent that he was not the one who was injured: "Little wound, it's okay."

"Okay, okay, don't do it first, I'll cut it."

Wei Yan took the knife away from him, then quickly took out the disinfection cotton swab and bandage, and carefully disinfected and bandaged him.

Leng Yeting let her move, stood aside, lowering her eyes, and was slightly distracted.

Wei Yan looked at him and felt something unusual. He couldn't help but say, "Leng Yeting, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Yeting looked up at her.

His eyes flashed slightly, and then he said, "It's okay."

Looking at the worry on Wei Yan's face, Leng Yeting stepped forward and chuckled at her: "If you have cut it, I'll cook it."

Wei Yan took a closer look at him.

His emotions gathered in an instant, and Wei Yan could not see anything.

She had to wash the chopping board and then cut the vegetables, "Okay, I'll help Chef Leng. Today I'm your vegetable cutting worker~"

The two cooperated and prepared dinner quickly.

After dinner, Fu Chuan played with Diandian for a while before going back.

Wei Yan was originally worried that there would be a conflict between Fu Chuan and Leng Yeting, but seeing the two chatted freely, she knew that she was thinking too much.

With the personalities and identities of Fu Chuan and Leng Yeting, since you have figured it out, you will naturally not be embarrassed.

Wei Yan was also very tired. After telling Diandian the bedtime story, she couldn't help but fall asleep with her.

After sleeping in a daze until he woke up in the middle of the night, Wei Yan subconsciously pulled the corner of Diandian, and then looked at Leng Yeting, only to find that Leng Yeting was not there.

She touched the cell phone at the head of the bed and looked at it. It was already 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Wei Yan frowned and groped to get up and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of smoke was faintly smelled.

Most of the lights in the house are turned off, leaving only a small light on the balcony.

The man under the light relaxedly leaned on the chair and looked quietly in the distance.

A little scarlet on his fingertips flashed in the night, and then the scarlet drifted.

Leng Yeting held the cigarette with his fingers and sent it to his lips to take a suck, then gently exhaled the smoke rings, and his angular face became blurred in the smoke.

His figure looked over from Wei Yan's direction and inexplicably felt a little lonely and depressed that he shouldn't have seen in him.

Hearing the movement, he looked up, and was a little surprised at first, and then he quickly calmed down.

In the dark night, he quietly looked at her, then knocked out the cigarette and waved to her: "Come here."

Wei Yan walked towards the balcony, and the smell of smoke became stronger.

She just glanced at it and found that there were more than a dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray next to Leng Yeting.

Wei Yan deliberately said in a teasing tone: "Mr. Leng, you can't smoke in front of Diandian during the day. You can secretly smoke enough at night while we are asleep?"

Leng Yeting snatched her waist, and Wei Yan followed the force from his hand and fell directly into his arms and sat on his lap.

Leng Yeting chuckled: "There is no way, my wife is too strict."

Wei Yan raised his hand and gently touched his cheek: "Then do you like it or not, I care about you?"

Leng Yeting looked up slightly at her: "I like it."

Wei Yan took the remaining cigarettes he hadn't smoked and threw them aside: "Confiscate."

Leng Yeting circled her hands, his voice was hoarse, and his face was unconsciously doting, and he chuckled.
Chapter completed!