Xing Cui took the vegetable basket and went across the street to find Li Qing'e to go shopping for vegetables together, and by the way, to inquire about the truth of Wu Yong's incident.
As soon as Xing Cui left, only Tang Huan and Meng Zeyan were left in the room.
Meng Zeyan took his coat back to the house and hung it up, and Tang Huan followed him.
Comrade Gang Xingcui said they needed his help.
Following him, Tang Huan repeated what the two of them had just said.
As he spoke, Meng Zeyan hung up his military uniform and turned around to see Tang Huan standing behind him.
The distance between them was so close that he could hold her in his arms with just one hand.
After finishing his explanation, Tang Huan looked up and asked him, "What do you think?"
"That's an idea." Meng Zeyan bent down slightly and got closer to her face. "You praised me a lot just now."
He suddenly lowered his body, and the distance between them quickly shortened. If he lowered another ten centimeters, their noses would touch.
She had been looking up at him, but when he bent down, their eyes met. Tang Huan's words were incoherent. "No, not very, a lot."
He seemed very reluctant and lowered his head slightly, "Xiao Huan has never praised me."
The distance was even closer, as if she could touch his lips by just standing on tiptoe.
As if he could feel the breath of his breath, Tang Huan was speechless and subconsciously wanted to retreat...
Her wrist was grabbed by someone, and a hand with rough calluses encircled her wrist. "Xiao Huan, if you praise me, I'll help you, okay?"
He praised people a lot, but when it came to the critical moment, Tang Huan's brain seemed to have frozen and he didn't think at all.
"Why isn't Xiao Huan talking? Can't you give me some praise?" As if he had to get a compliment, Meng Zeyan began to lower his head again.
This time she could really smell his breath clearly, as well as the faint smell of soap on his body. It was not just soap, but also a fragrance that she could not describe.
This time there was no need to stand on tiptoe; Tang Huan could just tilt his head slightly so that his nose could touch his.
His lips are light in color and thin in shape...
Being so close, how could Meng Zeyan not know where she was looking? He asked softly, "Is it beautiful?"
Coming back to his senses, Tang Huan tilted his head slightly, touching his nose with his, and whispered, "It looks good."
Meng Zeyan's appearance is outstanding both now and in later generations.
Their noses touched, and Meng Zeyan tightened his grip around her wrist slightly.
In just two seconds, Tang Huan withdrew her nose. She had seen this in a TV drama, a way for lovers to express intimacy.
She still looked up, without a trace of evil in her eyes.
Looking at her, if he hadn't felt it clearly with the tip of his nose, Meng Zeyan would have suspected it was an illusion.
She nuzzled his nose!
Meng Zeyan's voice was a little low. He said, "Xiao Huan, you broke the rules."
“???” Tang Huan was puzzled, with a look of doubt in his eyes. Didn’t she praise him?
She said it looked very nice.
In her puzzled eyes, Meng Zeyan touched her eyelashes with his other hand and said, "I will first find someone to find out whether Wu Yong's story is true or not, and then tell his wife."
Her eyelashes are so long that they flutter when she blinks.
"Yeah." His fingers made his eyes a little itchy. Tang Huan raised his hand, grabbed his fingers and pulled them down, smiling and praising: "Brother Zeyan is such a good person~"
This compliment wasn't even one-tenth as good as the one Meng Zeyan heard in the living room. Her voice wasn't like this when she was praising her mother. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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