Chapter 261 Young Master Lu Yiran can cook?
Shen Changfeng did not answer Chenchen's question, but just winked at him and gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up.
The little guy immediately understood, covered his mouth and laughed secretly, his eyes curved into crescents.
"You lie on the bed first, I'm going to take a shower." Shen Changfeng rubbed Chenchen's fluffy hair.
"good……"
Chenchen responded with a long tone, and climbed onto the bed slowly like a little koala, not forgetting to put the teddy bear in a sitting position against the pillow.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Shen Changfeng walked out from the steaming hot air wrapped in a bath towel.
Drops of water slid down his muscular abdominal muscles, and his bronze skin glowed with a healthy luster under the warm yellow light.
He casually wiped his crew cut with a towel and his eyes fell on the bed. Chenchen had curled up in a small ball holding the teddy bear, his eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows on his pink cheeks, trembling slightly with his even breathing.
"You little heartless boy, you just said you wanted to listen to a story, but you fell asleep so quickly."
Shen Changfeng laughed and cursed in a low voice, but his tone was so gentle that it could melt water.
He quickly dried his hair and turned off the desk lamp quietly.
As a former special forces soldier, he could accurately avoid the furniture in the room even in the dark, walk to the other side of the bed, and lie down steadily in the quilt.
A dreamless night.
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At five in the morning, Shen Changfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and his biological clock, which had been developed over a long period of time, made him wake up on time.
The unfamiliar ceiling made him dazed for a moment, and then he remembered that this was Lu Yiran's apartment.
He turned his head to look at his side and saw Chenchen sleeping soundly with the quilt in his arms, his little mouth slightly pouting, like a satisfied little animal.
Shen Changfeng got up quietly, afraid of waking the little one. He stepped barefoot on the soft carpet and decided to go to the bathroom outside to wash up.
The moment he pushed open the door, the bright light made him squint. The living room was brightly lit, and the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window was just beginning to turn pale.
He was a little confused. Did he forget to turn off the lights? He was really burning money.
"Good morning, brother-in-law."
The deep voice made Shen Changfeng tense his muscles instantly.
Following the sound, Lu Yiran was sitting on a leather sofa, with a laptop in front of him emitting a cold light and a half-cup of cold coffee beside him.
There was a faint blue hue under the man's eyes, his suit jacket was casually draped over the back of the chair, and the cuffs of his home clothes were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.
Shen Changfeng couldn't help it, raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Yiran and asked:
"You didn't sleep all night?"
Lu Yiran closed his computer and unnoticeably stretched his stiff shoulders as he stood up.
"I slept for a while, and thought you might get up early, so I prepared breakfast."
He pointed in the direction of the restaurant. The table was filled with a wide variety of breakfasts, from crystal clear dumplings to golden and crispy fried dough sticks, still steaming.
Shen Changfeng's gaze lingered on Lu Yiran's slender fingers for a moment. His hands were so clean that there wasn't even a trace of oil. And this young master Lu Yiran could cook?
He sneered inwardly. If this breakfast was made by Lu Yiran himself, he would write the three words "Shen Changfeng" backwards.
The soldier's keen intuition told him that the lights in the living room were on all night, but he didn't hear any movement. This man must have practiced martial arts or was lying with his eyes open.
"I'm going to wash up."
Shen Changfeng was too lazy to expose her and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
The cold water washed over his face. He stared at himself in the mirror and thought that Lu Yiran was really devoted in acting out this sad drama.
Unfortunately, no matter how sumptuous the breakfast is, it cannot make up for the suffering my sister has endured in the past five years.
When he returned to the restaurant, Lu Yiran was already sitting upright. Seeing Shen Changfeng coming out, Lu Yiran hurriedly said, "Brother-in-law, come and eat. It will get cold soon."
The corners of Shen Changfeng's mouth twitched. Calling Lu Yiran "brother-in-law" became more and more familiar to him. He had asked him to call his name before, so why did this man seem to not understand what he was saying?
But Shen Changfeng didn't say anything. After all, he would be leaving soon, and the two might never meet again. There was no need to bother about one or two words of address. He could call him that if he wanted.
The two men ate breakfast in silence, and the sound of chopsticks colliding was particularly clear in the empty restaurant.
Shen Changfeng quickly finished his meal, and when he stood up, he glanced at Lu Yiran and said calmly:
"Chenchen is still sleeping. When he wakes up, tell him I'm back."
After Shen Changfeng finished speaking, he walked towards the entrance without looking back. Seeing this, Lu Yiran quickly stood up and followed him: "I'll take you there."
Lu Yiran sent Shen Changfeng to the door. Watching Shen Changfeng enter the elevator, Lu Yiran breathed a sigh of relief, finally sending this brother-in-law away.
He rubbed his temples and tiptoed into the guest room.
He gently opened the door of the guest room and saw Chenchen sleeping soundly on the bed. His sleeping face looked like an angel, and his chubby little hands were still in the posture of holding a teddy bear.
He tiptoed into the room, walked to the other side of the bed, and lay down directly. Looking at Chenchen's chubby little face, Lu Yiran's mouth corners unconsciously curled up.
Does this mean that he has slept with Chenchen?
Lu Yiran was thinking proudly, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and prepared to take a photo as a souvenir.
It was at this time that he remembered that there were no photos of Chenchen in his mobile phone. He would take a few more photos later and show off in front of those people. They were not married yet, but his child was already this big, and he was much bigger than them.
Just as he adjusted the angle to take the photo, Chenchen suddenly turned over and kicked Lu Yiran in the stomach with his short legs.
“Hmm…”
Lu Yiran groaned, and the phone in his hand almost hit his face.
Before he could recover, Chenchen wrapped around him like an octopus and stepped on his face with one foot accurately.
Lu Yiran: ...
Is Chenchen's sleeping posture so bad? How could Shen Changfeng endure it all night?
Lu Yiran moved Chenchen's troublesome little feet away from his face with a look of disgust. As a result, Chenchen hummed twice in dissatisfaction in his dream, and slapped his forehead with his other hand.
Lu Yiran seriously suspected that Chenchen did it on purpose. He tentatively called out twice: "Chenchen."
The only response he got was Chenchen's even breathing...
Lu Yiran was really helpless. He couldn't get angry with the unconscious Chenchen, could he? He resigned himself to his fate and took Chenchen's hand from his face and put it under the quilt.
Lu Yiran stared at Chenchen for a long time. Seeing that he was not moving, he breathed a sigh of relief and then lay back in his seat.
Lu Yiran hardly slept the whole night, and now that he was quiet, he felt a little sleepy. He slowly closed his eyes. Just when Lu Yiran was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt a chill on his body, and the sleepiness he had just felt awakened a little.
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