If love can be booked

Chapter 110: Sprained Ankle Incident - 3

"You...you're back?" She stood in the kitchen, her hands covered in flour, her cheeks red from the steam. When she heard his voice, she looked up, her eyes flashing with surprise and shyness.

"Why don't you let Mrs. Wu prepare?" He looked at her busy figure, feeling helpless. Last time she accidentally burned her hand while cooking, she was not allowed to enter the kitchen again. However, she seemed to have turned a deaf ear to his words. Is this woman so irritable now?

He walked into the kitchen and took over the work from her.

"How is your foot? Does it still hurt?" he asked with concern, his eyes full of worry.

She shook her head slightly, with a gentle smile on her face: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"I just want to cook a meal for you." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Shen Wanning felt that this sentence sounded so wrong... It was a bit like acting coquettishly. Was she acting coquettishly to him?

Shen Wanning's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment, not daring to look him in the eye. Lu Jinchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips.

"Uh... I asked Mrs. Wu to go home. Her grandson was sick, and I went to see her..." Shen Wanning explained stutteringly, trying to hide her shyness. Lu Jinchuan looked at her quietly, with a hint of tenderness and doting in his eyes.

"You...are you angry?" Shen Wanning asked cautiously, feeling a little uneasy. He didn't say anything? How should she understand? She didn't know if Lu Jinchuan was unhappy because she let Mrs. Wu go without permission.

"No, why would I be angry with you?" Lu Jinchuan said softly, with a hint of smile in his tone. He was originally planning to let her go back to see him, but she had always refused to go back, and even if she came back, he had never really convinced her...

"Thank you, Wan Ning." Lu Jinchuan suddenly said, his voice low and magnetic. Thank you for everything you have done for her...

"Thank me? Why?" Shen Wanning stopped what she was doing, turned around, and looked at him in confusion. How many thanks did she receive today?

"About Mrs. Wu..." Lu Jinchuan said slowly, with a hint of emotion in his eyes. She is also a hard-working mother...

"Oh... I asked the driver Xiao Liu to take her there, and she said thank you, so I told her to thank you." Because we live under the same roof, under the same blue sky, we all have love...

"Okay... let me see what Wan Ning has prepared today?" He put his arms around her from behind, smelling the fragrance of her hair, and just being together brought them peaceful happiness.

"Jinchuan... I'm dirty and I smell like oil smoke. Don't hug me." Shen Wanning wanted to push him away, but he hugged her tighter, as if he was absorbing the warmth from her body.

"No, it smells very good." The happiness of cuddling each other... just this moment is enough.

"You're so talkative." He always made her feel happy. Happiness? Is happiness right beside her?

Spinach in garlic, celery and dried tofu, broccoli with shrimp, beef stew with potatoes, cabbage and tofu soup, all you see are vegetarian dishes, no meat?

"Wan Ning, don't tell me that Mrs. Wu only bought these vegetables?" Lu Jinchuan frowned and sniffed the fragrance in her hair.

Wan Ning was slightly startled, and looked at him a little aggrieved: "Uh..."

"There's fish in the refrigerator, but I'm not very good at cooking it." She seemed to be a little disgusted with the fish, thinking it had a fishy smell.

"Okay then, go take a shower upstairs and leave the rest to me." As he said this, he untied the apron around his waist and pushed her upstairs.

"Okay." There was a happy smile on his face, and his happiness index was full.

The scenery of one person, the road of two people... The years are quiet and good, waiting for you... waiting for you... waiting for you...

The time was quiet and beautiful, and we met at the corner. From then on, I would no longer spend my leisure time quietly, and you would no longer let the past burn the pain in your heart.

"Jinchuan, how is it? How is my cooking?" Shen Wanning looked at Lu Jinchuan expectantly, feeling a little nervous. In fact, she was not good at cooking, but today she suddenly had the urge to cook a meal for him.

"Well, not bad... Wan Ning cooks for me personally, I will definitely not waste it." Lu Jinchuan replied with a smile, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. To him, as long as the food she cooked, no matter how it tasted, it was the best.

"I hope you don't have diarrhea..." Shen Wan Ning muttered softly, feeling a little worried. She knew that Jin Chuan's stomach was not very good, and he usually had a fixed place to eat, either at home or at the "Flower Season for You" theme restaurant.

"Definitely not..." Lu Jinchuan comforted softly, with a happy smile on his face. How could she innocently have diarrhea for the lunch she prepared? Even if there was any discomfort, it would be a sweet burden. After saying that, he picked up a bite of the dish and put it in his mouth, savoring it carefully.

"What do you think? Is it not to your liking?" Shen Wanning stared at his expression nervously, waiting for his evaluation.

After chewing for a few times, Lu Jinchuan showed a satisfied expression: "I think it's good... I will be able to finish my apprenticeship soon."

"As long as you like it...(*^__^*) Hehe." Shen Wanning smiled happily. This was the best compliment to her. At that time, she often cooked, and he just took it for granted, without any extra words, not even thank you. Now, hearing his praise, her heart is filled with sweetness.

In the afternoon, Lu Jinchuan was working on his computer, while Shen Wanning was watching a meaningless idol drama in the living room... Both of them were immersed in their own worlds, but they had a tacit understanding. They didn't speak, but smiled at each other occasionally, and then continued to do their own things. This quiet time, no one disturbed... I don't want to disturb the years that flowed quietly.

Ding ding ding...a crisp cell phone ringtone broke the silence in the room.

"Hello, Yaolin..." It was three o'clock in the afternoon, so it should be midnight in the US time, right?

"Jinchuan..." I just want to ask if you are doing well without me by your side...

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" She rarely called him on her own initiative. Ever since she said she wanted to let go, she never looked back. Sometimes, even when he called her, she refused to answer.

"It's okay... I just had a dream. I dreamed that you were sick, and I wanted to hear your voice to see if you were okay?" She dreamed that he was sick and kept muttering something, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Silly... I'm fine, just sleep peacefully." It was just because of a dream...

"I'm at home. Someone accidentally sprained his ankle." After finishing his work, he sat quietly on the sofa and watched the show with her. She laughed and cried from time to time, and seemed to be completely immersed in the plot, not feeling that the plot was distressing at all.

"Don't worry about me, take good care of yourself..." She always fails to take good care of herself. Uncle Zhu said that she seems to have a loyal flower protector by her side...

"Yeah, I know..." Someone? The someone he was talking about must be her, right?

"Go to bed early."

"Well...bye..." Zhu Yaolin put down her phone, she looked out the window, a bitter smile on her face. She knew clearly that there was no her in his world, but why did he insist? The night sky of the United States is dotted with stars, which one belongs to the future? Whose future? Jinchuan or Michael? What is he busy with? It's already one o'clock in the morning...

His phone rang for a long time, and I thought no one was answering it. But the moment he hung up, his nasal voice rang in my ears. It turned out that I was expecting him to listen...

"Linlin..." He whispered her name softly. Turning on the bedside lamp, it was already one in the morning. Was she still awake?

"Michael..." Forgot what she was going to say when she called him? She was not such an impulsive person. When did calling him become her habit? She listened quietly to the voice coming from the microphone without saying anything.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" he asked with concern. I remember her schedule was 10 o'clock...

"I..." She hesitated, not knowing how to start. In fact, she just had a dream, in which they were together. When she woke up, she found that her pillow was soaked with tears.

"Miss me?" Michael asked teasingly. He seemed to be able to easily see through her innermost thoughts. Are all Chinese girls so thoughtful?

"No way," she retorted, but she was secretly wondering: Are Western men's minds always so crude? Or is he the only one who understands her mind so well?

"It was just... a dream..." she said softly. She hadn't dreamed of him for a long time. However, just now, that familiar figure broke into her dream again, and everything seemed to have returned to the past, still so clear and real, as if he had never left. How could she not miss him?

"Oh..." Michael responded. Is he in her dream? Only he can make her feel heavy-hearted...

"Linlin, let me tell you a joke?" How to make you happy...

"Okay." She agreed, a smile on her face. Sometimes, she was just in a bad mood, and he always found a way to make her happy again.

"There is a man who likes to tell stories... His thoughts...

He was speaking seriously on this end of the phone, and she was listening attentively on the other end. They were looking at the same sky and the same moon, but the night was silent after all, with only his and her voices echoing in the air.

On the other side of the earth, there is a beautiful country called China. Their originally peaceful time was disturbed by her phone call.

What kind of feelings does he have for her? I thought fool was her exclusive title, but it turns out she is just one of them. Jinchuan, how can I believe you? Believing in you is my happiness...Because of you, life is different for me, without tears.

"Wan Ning, what's wrong?" She was staring at her favorite idol drama?

"Have I become a burden to you?" Shen Wanning lowered her head, a trace of loneliness and self-blame flashing in her eyes. She felt that she could not support and help him in his career like Zhu Yaolin did. Instead, she always brought him all kinds of troubles, forcing him to put down his work and take care of himself. For example, now, she made him stay at home to accompany her and unable to deal with work matters.

"Silly girl, what are you talking about?" He stroked her hair gently and whispered, "How can you be a burden to me?" He knew her inner uneasiness, but he didn't want her to think so. For him, if this was a burden, it must be a sweet burden.

"I don't have the same responsibility as Zhu Yaolin..." Shen Wanning raised her head slightly, revealing a hint of inferiority in her eyes. Zhu Yaolin is an independent and capable woman who can help him in all aspects, but what she can do is very limited. Once, Zhu Yaolin was also the object of pursuit by many men in the company, but at that time, there was only him in her world. Perhaps, she has always hated her?

"I always cause you trouble..." She sighed, feeling full of guilt.

"Shen Wanning, are you jealous?" He suddenly laughed, with the corners of his mouth raised, with a hint of teasing.

"So what?" Shen Wanning's eyes widened, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she did not hide her emotions at all. Why couldn't she be jealous?

"Uh... I'm glad that you'd be jealous because of me." He was stunned for a moment, then a bright smile broke out on his face.

"But what? Isn't it a bit too much for you to be jealous of a friend far away in America?" She was completely unconcerned about being jealous of Zhu Yaolin, as she was the reason for her leaving.

"She left because of you, have you forgotten?" That time, because of her leaving, a kiss, she ran in the heavy rain, had a high fever for two days, and was heartbroken...

"Do you regret it?" Want to know if he wants to keep her at all?

"If I hadn't met you, if I hadn't fallen in love with you, this is what I would regret." As long as she is in my life, I am not afraid of losing anything, let alone just being friends?

Wan Ning, do you feel insecure around me? You have been in my heart for so long, so long that I have forgotten how to forget? I can only hide. If we two who said we would never separate can stay together until we grow old...

The sun poured into the room through the windows, casting a warm glow on them.

He gently raised his hand and stroked her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying his tenderness. His lips gently touched hers, as soft as a feather. She trembled slightly, feeling his warmth. His kisses fell bit by bit. Her body gradually became soft, as if melting in his arms.

"Wan Ning, since you are worried about me, why don't we get married?" What is the reason that makes her unwilling to enter the palace of marriage?

There was no promise, but she responded to him more passionately, accepting the pleasure he gave her. The man she loved always put her first. Their kiss became more and more passionate, as if they wanted to merge each other into their bodies. His hands began to wander restlessly on her back, gently caressing her skin, and her body trembled slightly, murmuring.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, their breaths intertwined. Their kiss became more passionate, as if they wanted to merge each other into their bodies. Their hearts beat against each other, and she didn't know how many times he had wanted her, but she begged him to spare her in the end. He must be blaming her for not giving him the promise he wanted, right?