C49 Do You Remember

Speaking of cooking, it was a pain in Qiao Xinyou's heart. Gao Yang knew how to cook, and Xinyan knew how to cook. If Xinyan's legs were not inconvenient now, she would not have let her cook even if she died.

"It's alright." Qiao Xinyou said.

It was not that she was modest, nor that she was deliberately raising herself up. It was a fact. Five years ago, her cooking was still a mess. Salt and sugar were often indistinguishable. The dishes were often fried, or even half of her life.

She had always felt sorry for Xinyan. Later, she often bought food on the spot, and Gao Yang taught her for a while.

Her culinary skills finally improved a little. Of course, it was just a little bit. The dishes could also be cooked. She also knew how to divide the salt and sugar. The dishes that she made could also barely be eaten.

However, she really did not have any talent in cooking. After so long, her dishes were still the same. So, as long as Gao Yang went to her house, the one who cooked would definitely be Gao Yang, and she would be the assistant at the side.

"You can cook at my house tomorrow night." Yan Yilang said.

He had never eaten Qiao Xinyou's food before. Gao Yang must have eaten it before.

"Ah?" Qiao Xinyou was stunned. "CEO, this is not appropriate." She really wanted to cut her own tongue. It was alright to say anything, but she could just say that it would not work.

"I will pay for the groceries. You only need to cook. You can save money for dinner. If I am satisfied with the food, I will still pay you. Why not?"

Yan Yilang's suggestion made Qiao Xinyou's heart move. It could save money and also make money. It was good, but the problem was that she really didn't know how to cook.

"Okay. Sure." Qiao Xinyou bit the bullet and agreed. Tonight when she went back to watch more videos, a last-minute effort should have some effect.

When dancing, both of them wore afternoon sportswear. Yan Yilang did not say that it was inappropriate, so Qiao Xinyou naturally would not mention it. Anyway, flat shoes were more comfortable than high heels.

After dancing for a while, Yan Yilang realized that Qiao Xinyou was clearly absent-minded. Could it be that she was still thinking about the bar's work? He suddenly hugged Qiao Xinyou's waist tightly and pressed his lips against Qiao Xinyou's ear.

The hot breath in her mouth went straight into Qiao Xinyou's ear and burned very badly. "Qiao Xinyou, if you still don't concentrate, don't think about going back tonight."

When this sentence came out, Qiao Xinyou immediately became interested and did not think about cooking anymore. She promised, "I will concentrate."

She followed her footsteps.

The music played.

Some people were wrapped around their waist, while others had their shoulders answered.

Some had smiles on their faces, while others had deep affection in their eyes.

The past five years seemed to have been crushed just like that, becoming an insignificant dot stuck in the axis of time.

As long as they didn't mention it or see it, they could act as if nothing had happened.

"Long live."

Yan Yilang suddenly called her name. His deep voice sounded like the temptation of midnight.

Qiao Xinyou's heart did not listen to him and missed another beat. She realized that during this period of time, she was always confused by Yan Yilang's unintentional gentleness.

This was not good. She could not live in the illusion.

Qiao Xinyou told herself that Yan Yilang hated you.

"Yes. CEO. " She replied.

" Do you remember? We played a killing game here. "

"I remember. At that time, your acting was too good, and I, as a police officer, never recognized you. When I was a killer, I was always caught by a police officer like you. " Qiao Xinyou smiled comfortably.

"You really don't know how to act. The most similar act was..." Yan Yilang did not continue.

The most similar time was five years ago when she framed Yan Yilang and kidnapped him.

A certain sensitive point was touched, and the originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly dispersed.

Qiao Xinyou did not know if Yan Yilang deliberately brought up this topic, but now she felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She only sent Yan Yilang to prison because of revenge, but why did she feel so uncomfortable?

She lowered her head, dancing to her heart's content.

Yan Yilang pressed his hand on the back of her head and held Qiao Xinyou in his arms.

Her chin hit his shoulder.

Qiao Xinyou, I want to bully you. I can only vent my anger after I have bullied enough.

"After the game is over, everyone has left. Only the two of us are left." After a long time, Yan Yilang said again, "Do you remember what happened?"

Qiao Xinyou originally wanted to say that she remembered, but after that slight emotional fluctuation just now, she did not say anything and just followed Yan Yilang's footsteps to dance. She did not think much about it.

Seeing that Qiao Xinyou did not speak, Yan Yilang said, "Mute?"

"No mutes." You're the mute. I just don't want to talk to you. I just don't want you to disturb my heart.

"That day, I kissed you." Yan Yilang said.

Qiao Xinyou suddenly stopped dancing. She froze like a robot. "I don't remember."

How could she not remember?

That day, everyone left.

Qiao Xinyou chased after Yan Yilang and asked him how he could tell that she was a "killer." Yan Yilang kept hiding and did not say anything. Qiao Xinyou pretended to be angry and grabbed Yan Yilang's neck, shouting, Killer wants to kill you, policeman.

The two of them fell on the carpet.

Qiao Xinyou's hand was still pinching Yan Yilang's neck.

In less than a second, her posture reversed.

Yan Yilang pushed Qiao Xinyou's hand away and pressed her down. He pushed aside her messy hair and said, Little killer, how did you escape from the police's palm?

Qiao Xinyou grinned happily at Yan Yilang's exaggerated acting.

Then, her smile froze.

Because Yan Yilang lowered his head and kissed her. Yan Yilang held her face with one hand and brushed her hair away with the other.

Qiao Xinyou's eyes widened. She thought of the ancient times when women would definitely shout and molested, but she was still quite willing to be molested by Yan Yilang.

Yan Yilang kissed for a while and saw that Qiao Xinyou still had her eyes wide open. He reached out and covered Qiao Xinyou's eyes.

Silly girl, is his kiss so unattractive?

Indeed, in the darkness, Qiao Xinyou fully felt Yan Yilang's kissing technique.

At this moment, Qiao Xinyou stepped on this familiar carpet and felt as if she had been separated from her for a lifetime. After she said that she did not remember, she clearly felt Yan Yilang's anger.

Yan Yilang let go of her waist and directly sat on the sofa. "I'm tired from jumping. I want to rest for a while. You continue."

"I..."

I'm tired too. I've been jumping for so long, but she knew that Yan Yilang wouldn't pay attention to her even if she said that. At this moment, Yan Yilang's low pressure had spread to the entire living room.

Qiao Xinyou followed the music and raised her arm. She pretended that there was someone dancing with her and slowly connected the dots. Occasionally, she would look at Yan Yilang and see his feet caressing the carpet.

It was as if the carpet had a grudge with him.

Qiao Xinyou began to feel her heart ache for the carpet.

Actually, the real heartache was not the carpet.

In that kind of situation, she could only answer that she did not remember. If she remembered, how would she face Yan Yilang?