Chapter 1485: 1515 There is a terminal illness, I want to fall in love 2 (1/2)

Chapter 1485 1515 There is a terminal illness, called want to fall in love 2

The gentleman Yan Qing opened the car door for her, and after watching her car leave, he took a deep look at the car a few meters away, his thoughts were complicated, and he didn't know the purpose of this kid's coming today.

In the past, whenever he had something, Long Yan would call the first time, but this time the **** wife broke out. For 68 hours, he didn't have a phone call, and he didn't come over, so Yan Qing felt a little bit emotional. Irritable.

He suspected that Long Yan didn't want to interact with him again because he guessed that he was gay.

Seeing his car appear in front of me like this, I felt uncomfortable, as if he was relieved and heavier.

He stood with his hand in his hand and didn't walk towards the car;

Long Yan sat in the car, but did not get out of the car and walked towards him.

The two confronted each other for a long time...

Until a heavy snow of goose feathers floated in the sky and fell on Yan Qing's shoulders, he was wearing a black wool coat, and a thin layer of snowflakes was printed on his shoulders under the street lamp.

Long Yan suddenly started the car, quickly backed up, reversed, and walked away under Yan's frowned brow.

Nothing, it feels like Yan Qing standing in the wind and snow is so handsome that his heart is boiling with blood. When he looks at it, he can't help but rush out of the car and ran over to kiss him hard. For the first time he thought The urge to kiss a man, this urge made him feel a little shameful and a little shy.

Therefore, he ran away.

Yan Qing's bright heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

Looking up at the goose feather university, a bitter-like arc flashed from the corner of his mouth. Snow fell on his eyelashes, flashing a scratch on the bottom of his eyes. He put his hands in his coat pockets and quietly looked at the goose feather snow in the dark night. .

”Sir, it's snowing, won't you enter the house?

The butler clinging to a black umbrella walked over, the wind and snow above his head, but Yan Qing's heart, could not feel the warmth and chill, just like this world.