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Chapter fifty-seven

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    Chapter fifty-seven:

    It's only natural that you can't get up the next day.

    When Wei An opened her eyes, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight shone into the room through the gap in the curtains, reflecting a spot of light on the ceiling.

    Stretch a big lazy waist.  Today is a beautiful Sunday.

    "Are you awake?" Yu Fan's voice sounded.  At this time, he was standing at the door of the bedroom in a clean suit, looking at Wei'an who was still lying in bed with a smile in his eyes, "Then get up and eat."

    "You made breakfast?" Wei An sat up in disbelief.

    "It's sold outside." Yu Fan was a little embarrassed.

    There was a burst of warmth in her heart, and Wei An was suddenly speechless. She had never enjoyed such treatment, such a feeling of being cared for.  His nose couldn't help but feel a little sour, and he subconsciously bit his lips, but he didn't say a word after all.  It turned out that it was such a feeling to be taken care of by others, but I was at a loss for being so moved.

    After breakfast, Wei An plunged into the study, not knowing what she was doing.  Yu Fan passed by her desk twice but she didn't notice, he had never seen that kind of focused frowning.

    It was the first time to see Wei'an working at such a close distance. I used to think that she was calm in handling things and had a strong ability to deal with problems, but I never knew that she would put so much effort into doing a good job.  Perhaps, this is also the reason why she was able to rise steadily all the way to become the general manager of the branch.

    Make her a cup of coffee.  Yu Fan stood behind her, looking at the open windows on her computer, various reports, analysis, and explaining the ppt, really feeling very tired.

    "When is your company on holiday?" Yu Fan asked Wei'an, leaning on the back of his chair.

    "Uh" Wei An's mind was all on the work in front of her, so she was a little slow to deal with other things: "It should be the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month."

    "Do you want to go home?" Yu Fan put his hand on her shoulder.

    "Go home?" Wei An stopped what she was doing, turned around and looked at Yu Fan, frowning slightly: "You want to go home?"

    Did she not listen to him at all?  Yu Fan was a little annoyed, and shook his head: "I was asking if you want to go home."

    "I won't return." Wei'an said two words calmly, then turned around and returned to the work in front of her.

    Seeing that she didn't pay attention to him at all, Yu Fan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, so he had no choice but to come out of the study and find something to do by himself.

    But what to do?

    After wandering around the small room for a few times, Yu Fan suddenly had a good idea, went back to the bedroom, changed his clothes, took the keys and wallet and went out.

    When he came back with big bags and small bags, Wei An was still working, and she didn't even notice that he had gone out.

    Really frustrated.

    Putting everything in the bag into the refrigerator one by one, Yu Fan began to think again, what should I cook for the afternoon?

    It was already afternoon when Wei An finished her work, and she was already hungry, but she just felt a little nauseous.  When he walked back to the living room, he found that only the kitchen light was on, and he didn't know what Yufan was doing.

    "Yufan?" Wei'an poked her head into the kitchen, and saw that Comrade Yufan was cutting a whole chicken with a clumsy posture with a kitchen knife.  Suddenly feeling a circle of crows circling in the sky, Wei An frowned and took two steps forward, "What are you doing?"

    what?  So obvious you can't see it!

    Yu Fan rolled his eyes, but felt a little embarrassed, straightened his body and said solemnly: "The spicy chicken you made last time was delicious, so I want to try it for you."

    So that's the case.  Wei An raised the corner of her mouth to show a smug smile, pointed at the whole chicken on the cutting board with a finger, and held back her laugh:

    "Spicy chicken is made from chicken breasts. Why do you buy a whole chicken?" Although he said this, his heart was surrounded by an emotion called moving. This feeling is wonderful.

    Well, since Yu Fan wants to be a chef, Wei An can't stop her, but after looking at the whole chicken, she finally decided to give up the spicy chicken and cook soup instead.

    It was already 9 o'clock in the evening when this soup was served.  Yu Fan sat at the dining table, looking nervously at Wei An who was putting a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

    "Is it good to drink?" The nervous mood can be exactly the same as when he explained the drawings for the first time.

    "Well" Wei An frowned, and turned to look at Yu Fan, "It's very hot. But the taste is quite good, you should try it too."

    The warmth in her heart became stronger and stronger, but Wei An suddenly couldn't adapt to it. There seemed to be a breath in her chest that was blocked, and she couldn't spit it out or hold her eyes, which forced tears to swirl in her eyes.

      Wei An's sudden emotion startled Yu Fan, and quickly held her face, concerned and nervous:

    "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Wei'an, who lowered her head deeply, shook her head slowly, trying to force back the tears that were about to burst into her eyes.

    "It's okay." Taking a deep breath, he raised his eyes to look at Yu Fan in front of him.  This man gave her a lot that she wanted but didn't get, he tolerated her and pampered her.  But Wei An wasn't sure what would happen in the future if she let him pamper her.

    "Yu Fan, please don't be so nice to me." Wei An said in a low voice, looking at Yu Fan with seriousness in his eyes.  "Because I don't know, you are too kind to me, if we separate in the future, I will not be able to adapt."

    Suddenly, it was as if his heart had been hit by a heavy hammer. There were no scars, but a dull pain remained.  Yu Fan frowned tightly, holding Wei An's face tightly in his hands.  He didn't understand why Wei An said such words, but such words really hurt him.

    "Why did we separate?" Yu Fan's voice was low and hoarse, "I have no reason to separate from you."

    "What if one day you don't like me?" Wei An struggled to pull a smile, but found that the smile was more nerve-wracking than crying, "What if one day you fell in love with someone else?"

    That smile deeply hurt Yu Fan's eyes, he looked at Wei An in front of him, and suddenly became dumb.  He didn't know what Wei'an had experienced before, but she was so overly self-protective and refused to get it because she was afraid of losing it, which really made him feel distressed.  She has never shown her weakness in front of him. In his impression, she has always been calm and calm, but at this time, because he cooked a pot of soup for her, she held back  Tears and begs him not to be so nice to her.

    Yu Fan has no way to describe his mood, he just feels that his heart is being held in the hands of others, wantonly kneading, he just wants to give her stability, protect her, let her stop being afraid, let her enjoy being loved like other girls.  The feeling of love.

    "I will not fall in love with anyone else. Wei An, as I said, I will treat you unconditionally in this life." Yu Fan looked into the eyes of the person in front of him, and what he said was an oath.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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