Faced with Rong Qian's words "Your family runs a restaurant", Yan Lang thought about it and found that his mother's side was indeed related to catering, so he said that, so he nodded.

The two of them walked away from the imperial kitchen, walked a while, went to a nearby cinema, and watched a funny love movie that happened in the afternoon.

Rong Qian is a person with a delicate relationship and has a strong empathy. She was a movie that lasted for more than two hours and was a little embarrassed because Yan Lang bought a couple seat, but when the movie started, she almost forgot that she had a boyfriend around her, and followed the plot and moved forward, laughing or crying.

In comparison, Yan Lang was not attentive to watch it. He used the faint light in the screening hall to support the chair armrests with one hand and tilted his head to look at Rong Qian seriously. The more he looked, the more he felt that his little bun was really beautiful and wanted to kiss him.

Someone on the couple's seat next to him was so close. Yan Lang changed his seat and looked at Rong Qian again. He still didn't do anything, so he asked Rong Qian to continue watching the movies attentively.

"Alang, you said if you suddenly spend 1 billion in one month like the male protagonist, how would you spend it?"

Rong Qian wiped her tears, and couldn't help but feel emotional. She asked Yan Lang a little dull.

Walking past the crowded cinema door, Yan Lang poured Rong Qian a cup of hot water and thought carefully, "Will you go to Wall Street?"

One billion soft sister coins can be exchanged for US coins, sold at low prices and bought at high prices, and can disappear without a trace in the financial circle after a few round trips.

Rong Qian didn't understand these things very well, so she asked casually, "It feels so exciting. If I were to spend it, I would definitely not know how to spend it."

Yan Lang glanced at Rong Qian and said casually, "Then you can think hard or learn how to spend money now."

Rong Qian thought Yan Lang was joking, and covered her mouth, brows and eyes, raised her head and looked at him and smiled.

She smiled so cutely.

Yan Langxu held Rong Qian behind him, blocking the crowded people's hands and five fingers gathered together, cleared his throat, and looked around, but quietly pressed his arms down on Rong Qian's shoulders, and finally landed gently on Rong Qian's shoulders, and his palm was also placed on Rong Qian's other arm, and immediately held Rong Qian in his arms.

Rong Qian, who was still smiling, was stunned on the spot. She felt the carefulness of the hand, and saw Yan Lang pretending to look for the direction of his progress without any reason but his ears turned red. Rong Qian bit the corner of her lips and slowly relaxed her tight body, and blushed and silently accepted Yan Lang's close behavior.

Yan Lang felt Rong Qian's relaxation, looked back at her with the corner of his mouth, with uncovered joy and satisfaction in his eyes.

"Are you tired? Can we go shopping?"

The sounds were obviously gentler to several degrees.

Rong Qian was so weak that her legs were weak that she whispered "um" and then bit the corner of her lips slightly nodded, not daring to look up at him.

He said he was shopping, but Yan Lang was still worried that Rong Qian would feel pain in his feet for too long. In addition, Rong Qian had menstruation today, so she might feel a little uncomfortable, so Yan Lang just took Rong Qian to the nearby park, and then found a bench with her back to the sun and sat down.

It's around six o'clock now, but it's October, and the day is shorter. At around six o'clock, the sun in the sky has turned into orange-red red with salted duck eggs and egg yolks. It shines on people with a little warmth and is not dazzling.

The two sat down without saying anything. After a while, Yan Lang raised his hand, pressed Rong Qian's head and leaned in his arms. He turned slightly, lowered his head and put a cherished kiss on the top of her head.

"Qianqian, we will be able to walk if we get white hair in the future, so we will have to be together, okay?"

Rong Qian listened to Yan Lang's steady heartbeat, and quietly red her eyes emotionally, and said "um" obediently.

No matter whether it is a good match or not, no matter what difficulties will be in the future, Rong Qian really doesn't want to think about anything at this moment, just want to obey her wishes and want to agree to Yan Lang's invitation to go to the old age.

When the sun disappeared into the sky and only a gorgeous ribbon was left in the horizon, the two people sitting on the bench stood up.

Yan Lang naturally held Rong Qian's hand in the palm of his hand, with his fingers interlocking, holding the handbag and thermos in one hand, with a camera hanging around his neck, and holding his lover in the other hand, feeling that his heart's happiness was overflowing.

Rong Qian found that since Yan Lang asked what he said to be together, he became more and more natural when he treated her with some close actions.

Before, my ears turned shyly, but now I occasionally leaned over and touched her head and forehead with my lips.

Through the crowded night market, Yan Lang held his shoulders and squeezed into the sidewalk halfway. Rong Qian blinked and thought to herself, are they directly entering the old couple mode?

During the time of distraction, Rong Qian was taken by Yan Lang to walk through the sidewalk that seemed particularly crowded because there were too many snack stalls. When passing by a bus stop, Yan Lang led her to stop.

"Let's wait for a while, and we'll go home right away?"

Yan Lang touched Rong Qian's hand and felt a little cold. He let go of his hands and put down all the sleeves of Rong Qian's coat, and directly cage her fingers.

The coat that Rong Qian was wearing was Yan Lang. For Yan Lang, the clothes that just fitted just right, grew a lot when they were worn on Rong Qian. They had rolled up their sleeves before, and now they just put them down to block the wind and temporarily replaced gloves to warm their hands.

Today's date, from the time I went out to now, Rong Qian was listening to Yan Lang's arrangements. At this time, she was no exception. She just nodded obediently and then stood quietly beside Yan Lang. Others looked at each other from time to time, and did not want to pay too much attention. At most, she just sighed and said, "A fairy grass grew on cow dung."

If the fairy grass is willing to take root by her side and stop forever, Rong Qian feels that she can be very happy to be cow dung.

After waiting for a while, a car slowly stopped in front of them. Yan Lang took Rong Qian off the road, but only passed by the car. Yan Lang wanted to take Rong Qian onto a black car behind.

But when passing by the car in front, the door was hurriedly pushed open from inside.

Yan Lang just now held Rong Qian and left enough space for the other party's vehicle to open the door when he passed by, so he would not be scared by the other party's actions of opening the door.

Rong Qian glanced curiously, but Yan Lang didn't even glance at him. The girl in a dress who got off the car called Yan Lang, "Senior Yan?"

Hearing the other party calling him, Yan Lang frowned and looked sideways, and found that it was the inexplicable stranger schoolmate seen in the amusement park. Yan Lang kept taking Rong Qian to continue walking, and in just a few steps, he reached the car behind.

The driver got out of the car quickly when he stopped, and walked around the front of the car to outside the rear door. At this time, he quickly opened the door for Yan Lang and Rong Qian.

Yan Lang raised his hand, and the driver did not get close. He just opened the car door and called Yan Lang "Young Master", and then returned to the driver's seat.

Yan Lang raised his hand and put the frame on the car door, asking Rong Qian to get in, and then he took the opportunity to sit in, ignoring the person who called him before throughout the whole process.

"Is that person calling you just now?"

Rong Qian tilted her head curiously and looked at the girl standing at the front door through the front window of the passenger seat through the passenger seat.

Yan Lang lowered his head and put down his handbag and the warm water cup. He heard this and shook his head and said calmly, "I guess he admitted his mistake."

Rong Qian was a little disbelief. After all, the other party was calling "Senior Yan". The surname was right. The other party stood so close, and it was impossible for him to admit the wrong person because he couldn't see his face clearly.

However, seeing that Yan Lang didn't want to pay attention to the other person's appearance, Rong Qian didn't ask much. He saw Yan Lang looking at the camera in a blink of an eye, and Rong Qian also looked at him excitedly.

Zhang Xueli bit her lower lip tightly, looking at Senior Yan who seemed to not know her, and she didn't stop for even a moment.

He clearly looked at her and seemed to recognize her, but his eyes seemed to see something worthless on the road.

No, if the cat and dog are a little pitiful, cute and interesting, it might even cause Senior Yan's direct eyes to pause for a second.

"Miss, are you going to get off here?"

The driver looked at the green jacket that was frequently looking at this intersection in front, and then saw his lady standing there with a bad face, staring at the black car behind which had restarted and drove into traffic. He was a little puzzled, but he had to ask.

Zhang Xueli turned back to the car with tears in her eyes, suddenly remembered something, and quickly pressed the window outside, stretched her head to stare at the license plate of the car for a moment.

After writing it down for the time being, he was afraid that he would forget it, so Zhang Xueli hurriedly found her phone and saved her license plate number.

The driver was unclear, but seeing Zhang Xueli withdrew her head and turned to play with her phone, it seemed that there was nothing else to do, so she had to go back to the road.

"Do you know whose car was parked behind us just now?"

Zhang Xueli asked casually. The driver thought about it and shook his head to say that he didn't know. Zhang Xueli didn't say anything anymore and continued to press and press on his phone.

There was a car to pick it up, and the driver also called Yan Lang the "Young Master". Although this feeling was very fresh, Rong Qian, who had written several domineering CEO articles, didn't think too much about it. It was not uncommon for a rich man with some money to hire a driver.

The two of them squeezed and looked at the photos, determined how many to wash out, and the rest were posted online and collected in the space album, as their good memories.

The two of them didn't eat dinner together. Yan Lang thought that it was cold at night and Rong Qian was not suitable for blowing the cold wind outside, so he ordered the imperial kitchen to deliver food.

After entering the community, Yan Lang got off the car downstairs of Rong Qian and asked the driver to go back. He held Rong Qian with one hand and turned to the corner behind the floor next to the unit door where the wind could not blow, and then took out a small box from his pocket.

"Can I help you put the first gift I gave you?"

The box was brought by the driver just now. Yan Lang was planning to take Rong Qian to the jewelry store to choose, but later he thought about Rong Qian's personality. If she asked her to choose, she might feel embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Therefore, Yan Lang took the time to find someone to ask for the latest and classic jewelry while watching the movie. After choosing, people were asked to prepare, and the driver came to pick him up.

It's only 7 o'clock now, and the street lights are still bright white. The corner is a little dim, but it's enough for Rong Qian to see clearly what Yan Lang took out after opening the small box.

It was a platinum necklace, and the pendant was a four-leaf clover inlaid with translucent light green stones. It should be artificially synthesized, and the water color looked very clear and transparent.

The four-leaf clover style pendant is very small, although it doesn’t look very expensive, but Rong Qian likes it very much.

Apart from its beauty, even if it is a red rope, as long as it is given by Yan Lang, Rong Qian will like it.

Rong Qian raised her eyes and looked at Yan Lang. She was so hot that she was rounded by the focus in the other person's eyes that she also showed a moist luster.

Rong Qian raised her hand and lifted her long hair that was scattered behind her back to her body. She said "um" like a kitten with a red face, then turned around and turned her back to Yan Lang.

Yan Lang breathed silently, temporarily put the handbag and thermos in his hand on the clean grass next to him, and then raised his hand and tried to carefully suspend the necklace to Rong Qian's neck, and one hand passed through Rong Qian's long hair, and carefully fastened the necklace's small buckle.

"alright."

Yan Lang took a step back, paused, and stepped back the half step back.

Rong Qian turned around, covered her face and looked up at Yan Lang, smiled and pulled her hair back behind her back, covering her face with one hand and touching the cold necklace, "Is it good-looking?"

Yan Lang's gaze inevitably touched Rong Qian's fair skin as Rong Qian touched the pendant, and then the collarbone that could not be seen in the specific shape was the collarbone.

Even though he did not have a protruding delicate collarbone, he still had a mysterious attraction to Yan Lang, which almost made Yan Lang unable to take his eyes off his eyes.

"nice."

The author has something to say: Second update~

By the way, should the subtitle of my small world be regarded as "The cold leader falls in love with me"?

"My invisible rich third-generation boyfriend"?
Chapter completed!