Chapter 85 The old man meets his grandson's wife

Wen Yan felt Qi Yu'an's hand stop at her cheek, and he seemed to be still thinking about whether he should touch it or not.

It's strange, but even though her eyes were closed, Wen Yan seemed to be able to see Qi Yu'an's every move, and she could even imagine his tangled expression in her mind.

Qi Yu'an still couldn't resist the temptation, and his fingers touched Wen Yan's skin lightly, very lightly. He shrank subconsciously, and then found that Wen Yan was still not awake, and his courage grew.

Four fingers stroked Wen Yan's chin, and his thumb gently touched Wen Yan's face. He couldn't even control himself and stroked it back and forth several times.

His force was too gentle and Wen Yan felt a little itchy, not only on her face but also in her heart.

If she hadn't been awake all the time, Wen Yan felt that she would not have been woken up by his actions.

He didn't know whether he should wake up now. If he kept pretending to be asleep, he didn't know how long Qi Yu'an would stay before leaving.

If I wake up now, this scene will make me feel awkward again.

Before he could hesitate for too long, Wen Yan felt a gentle kiss on his forehead.

His heart tightened, not because he was afraid that Qi Yu'an would do something to him, but because such a simple kiss had never happened between them before.

Qi Yu'an's kiss is very domineering and purposeful, and it is easy to make people indulge.

Although this couldn't even be called a "kiss", it made Wen Yan feel Qi Yu'an's care for her.

Wen Yan felt a little sad.

Qi Yu'an stood up at this time. Wen Yan didn't know what he wanted to do, so she looked at him with half-closed eyes.

Qi Yu'an walked out of the room quietly, just like when he came.

Wen Yan opened his eyes, looked at the closed door for a while, and suddenly reached out and touched his forehead.

the next day.

When Wen Yan went downstairs, Qi Yu'an had been waiting downstairs for a long time.

"Good morning." Qi Yu'an was originally sitting on the sofa, looking daydreamy, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Hearing the slight movement coming from the stairs, he immediately turned around and said good morning to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan: "Morning."

Qi Yu'an stood up and walked towards Wen Yan: "I made breakfast, do you want to eat some?"

Wen Yan was puzzled: "Did you do it yourself?"

Qi Yu'an said embarrassedly: "I cooked some millet porridge and some side dishes made by Wang's wife herself."

Wen Yan nodded: "Then drink a bowl."

Qi Yu'an immediately went into the kitchen happily, making a lot of noise. Just when Wen Yan was hesitating whether to go and help, Qi Yu'an came out with two bowls of porridge and some side dishes.

To be honest, Qi Yu'an's porridge is thick and soft. He also adds pears and red dates to it, which makes the porridge sweet but not greasy.

Wen Yan thinks it is good to drink it alone without any side dishes.

"The porridge tastes great." Wen Yan praised sincerely.

Qi Yu'an's eyes lit up, and he took credit for it: "Mrs. Wang said that slow cooking over low heat is better than boiling over high heat. You can add some apples and red dates, but you don't like apples, so I changed it to pears, which can moisten the lungs."

Qi Yu'an said a lot, but Wen Yan didn't get bored. She drank slowly and watched with a smile.

He truly felt that Qi Yu'an was different now. In the past, Qi Yu'an never went into the kitchen because he thought it would be better to sign a few contracts with that time.

Wen Yan: "When did you learn to cook porridge?"

Qi Yu'an was a little embarrassed: "After you left me, I reflected seriously and found that you did a lot for me, and I relied on you to take care of everything. Later, I thought, if one day you are willing to come back, I will also take good care of you."

Wen Yan: "And then you learned how to cook porridge?"

Qi Yu'an said seriously: "I also learned how to cook."

Wen Yan held back her laughter: "So you're going to cook for me at noon today?"

Qi Yu'an actually asked back expectantly: "Is it okay?"

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment. He was just teasing him and didn't mean to ask him to go to the kitchen to cook.

"No, I have to go back." Wen Yan met Qi Yu'an's expectant eyes and ruthlessly refused.

Qi Yu'an didn't hesitate for a second: "I'll go with you."

Wen Yan was about to refuse, as he and Shen Qi had an appointment to meet for work.

Just at this moment, the doorbell of the villa rang, and Wen Yan signaled Qi Yu'an to hurry up and open the door.

The door in the yard can be remotely controlled. Qi Yu'an saw that it was the grandfather's driver outside, and he thought that the grandfather must have known what had happened.

"It's the old man." Qi Yu'an opened the door to let the old man's car in, and explained the situation to Wen Yan: "He should be here to see me."

Wen Yan now felt a little regretful for staying last night. He wanted to start over with Qi Yu'an, but that didn't mean he had to meet his family now.

Wen Yan put down the bowl: "Then I'll go first."

When Qi Yu'an saw Wen Yan stand up, he panicked: "But you haven't finished eating yet."

Wen Yan explained: "I'm full and I have something else to do. I'm leaving now."

Qi Yu'an could feel that Wen Yan seemed unhappy, but he didn't know why, so he could only try to go along with him: "Then wait a moment, I'll take you there."

Wen Yan then realized that he did not drive here, but this did not affect his refusal.

Before the two of them had finished arguing, the old man had already arrived at the door on crutches and was looking at them.

Seeing that Qi Yu'an was about to send his grandson's wife away if he continued talking, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed her, glaring at his useless grandson.

The old man excitedly took Wen Yan's hand and smiled kindly.

Wen Yan was pulled away by the old man, looking confused. No, old people nowadays are too enthusiastic.

Wen Yan gave Qi Yu'an a look for help, but Qi Yu'an lowered his head and pretended not to see it.

Wen Yan was pulled to the sofa by the old man and sat next to him. The first thing she said was, "Grandson's wife."

Wen Yan's eyes widened. No, what's going on? Did the old man recognize the wrong person?

Alzheimer's?

A million uncertainties flashed across my mind in an instant.

"No, you've got the wrong person. I'm not your grandson's wife." Wen Yan quickly denied: "I'm just Qi Yu'an's, um, friend."

The old man looked even more puzzled than he was: "Aren't you Wen Yan?"

Gentle words: ······

She tried to explain again: "I am Wen Yan, but I am not your granddaughter-in-law."

The old man only heard the first sentence: "Ah, you are Wen Yan, my granddaughter-in-law."

As he was talking, he actually took out a red envelope from his pocket. It wasn't very thick, probably a card or something like that. Without saying anything, he stuffed it into Wen Yan's hand: "Take it."

Wen Yan quickly refused. He didn't know how things turned out like this, so he could only call Qi Yu'an over.

Now, someone couldn't just stand there and pretend to be dead, so he walked over.

"Grandpa, please stop making trouble. Wen Yan still has things to do."

Wen Yan stood up quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Goodbye, old man."

The old man also noticed that the two of them still haven't reconciled, which is really worrying!