Those who like to cook are good people

Chapter 51 Anyway, After Drinking the Porridge I Cooked, She Is Mine

He kissed me?He kissed me!Wu Ci jumped away, but seeing the hurt expression on Yan Heng's face, he approached him again and said, "You were just..."

Yan Heng said frankly: "I like you, very, very much."

"Do you like it more than durian?" Wu Ci wanted to hit himself after saying this, and he was talking about something ghostly in his head.

Yan Heng nodded and said: "I still like it." The hand hanging by his side trembled slightly, and he kept thinking in his head that Wu Ci likes me like this.Why did you say it now, did you get scared when you kissed him just now?

Although he was sure of his own thoughts, he was still worried that the um in front of him would say no, so Yan Heng added: "I only have you, Wu Ci."

Shameless.Yan Heng scolded himself in his heart.

Yan Heng looked at himself, and could see himself in his pupils from a close distance.As if my heart was filled with cotton candy, I felt like I was going to fly into the sky lightly.

"Then you and Meng Xuan are..."

"It was a misunderstanding that day, I just asked her about you, only you, Wu Ci."

It turned out that he didn't feel disgusted by himself, it turned out that he liked himself too.It turned out that the person he liked that he had envied for so long was himself.It turned out that it was just my own random thinking before.When have you been happier than now?

Wu Ci laughed, but tears welled up.He threw himself into Yan Heng's arms and hugged him, and said in a choked voice, "Thank you for liking me, and I like you too."

Yan Heng supported the stove behind him, and his voice was a bit reluctant: "Cici, get up first, my waist was scorched by the pot."

Wu Ci hurriedly let go of him to wipe away his tears, and asked anxiously: "Is it important, I didn't pay attention for a while."

At this time, Yan Heng lightly pecked his face again and said, "It doesn't matter." Seeing that Wu Ci became dumbfounded again, he smiled and said, "Go and sit on the sofa first, and I'll bring the porridge over."

"Oh." Wu Ci covered the cheek he had just kissed and went to sit on the sofa, looking at the figure of Yan Hengsheng porridge in the kitchen, why didn't the more he looked at it, the more he didn't want to move his eyes away?

But will Yan Heng's family agree?Although his parents are divorced, they will not agree to this matter easily.Wu Ci began to think about these messy things again, and when Yan Heng came out with the porridge, he had already figured out that he and Yan Hengtian were on different sides, and he received his wedding invitation one day.

Seeing his dull eyes, Yan Heng reached out and stuffed the spoon into his hand, and said, "What are you thinking? Eat first."

"Your parents won't agree." Wu Ci raised his head and said this.

Yan Heng felt that if he could beat him up hard, he would definitely do it now.Stretching out his hand and pulling Wu Ci's face, he said, "What the hell are you thinking, you turned your back on him when you just said you liked him?"

"It hurts, it hurts—" Wu Ci rescued his face, and muttered, "I'm just telling the truth."

Yan Heng took the spoon in his hand, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew it cold, fed it to his mouth, and said, "Don't think so much, every time you think so much, just find me a moth."

Wu Ci ate a spoonful of porridge shyly, and wanted to talk, but heard Yan Heng say at this moment: "Besides, I told them all, what are you thinking?"