The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me-Chapter 2080 - 2602: A Happy Occasion

"That’s true, anyway, congratulations to Lieutenant Fan."

As he said it, all Fan Er heard was a chorus of congratulations.

Congratulations my ass, these people were obviously here to watch his joke.

If he hadn’t married that woman, would he be in this situation today?

Damn it, if he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have touched her.

Last time Qin An called Fan Er, why didn’t Fan Er go? Naturally, it was because he was scared.

Having suffered once was enough, and he had to suffer a second time? He wasn’t stupid.

He decided that from now on, he’d stay away from women, these creatures.

Fan Rou naturally didn’t know about Fan Er’s thoughts.

After leaving the hospital, she headed straight to Lan Shao’s place.

When she left, it was Qin An who picked her up. Without a car, she had to squeeze onto a bus.

Why? Because taking a taxi was too expensive, of course. The hospital and Lan Shao’s place were on opposite sides of town, and a taxi would cost a hundred bucks.

How could Fan Rou bear to spend that?

After two bus transfers, Fan Rou finally arrived.

She opened Lan Shao’s door with familiarity. Lan Shao was busy making lunch in the kitchen and didn’t hear her come in.

Fan Rou walked up behind him and hugged him.

Lan Shao’s hand shook, and the knife nearly sliced his finger.

"Be careful," Fan Rou exclaimed.

Lan Shao put down the knife, wrapped Fan Rou’s hands in his big hands, turned around, and without a word, leaned down to give Fan Rou a long kiss.

He kissed eagerly, and Fan Rou couldn’t resist, only able to accept his kiss.

It was a full ten minutes before Lan Shao let her go.

"You haven’t seen me for so long, how could you be so heartless?" Lan Shao’s tone was full of grievance.

Fan Rou leaned on his chest: "It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t."

Lan Shao said gloomily, "How much longer will this go on?"

"Soon, soon," Fan Rou said with a smile.

Lan Shao lifted her chin: "Why do you look so happy?"

"That must be your eyesight playing tricks on you." She was just delighted by his concern.

Lan Shao didn’t press the topic, instead resting his chin on her head and asking, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"No, wasn’t I rushing over to see you?" Fan Rou buried her head in his embrace.

"I’m making it now, sit in the living room for a bit, it will be ready soon." Lan Shao released her.

Following his words, Fan Rou let him go, but instead of sitting in the living room, she watched Lan Shao from the side.

Lan Shao wasn’t bad looking himself, different from Jun Mochan’s warmth like jade, Huo Yi’s cool breeze and bright moon, and Song Ze’s ethereal aloofness.

He was like a gentle breeze, warm and soothing, with a calmness that made people feel comfortable.

His features were handsome, and in his every move, there was a unique aura.

Wearing an apron, he was different from his presence on the podium, and Fan Rou couldn’t find words to describe that charm for a while.

But people say that men who cook are the most handsome, and that’s not a lie.

At this moment, Lan Shao was the most handsome in her eyes.

"Why are you standing there? Go sit over there." Lan Shao urged her.

Her watching made him a bit self-conscious.

"Acting shy in front of me, rest assured, even if your movements aren’t elegant, I won’t look down on you."

"I’m just worried you can’t handle the smoke and fire." Lan Shao lit the burner.

"Who can’t handle it? Don’t underestimate people." The way he talked, it was as if she didn’t know how to cook.

Lan Shao tossed an apron to her: "Since you don’t want to sit, then come help me cook."