Chapter 1564 Sour Taste

Qingcheng added, "The Zhou family has only one daughter, and they hold her in their hands. If she falls in love with you and insists on you being their son-in-law, that's a problem."

"Heh." Lanchen smiled contemptuously, "Can you still force someone to be your son-in-law these days?"

"Who knows."

The car drove back home, and Qingcheng pushed her into the living room.

Shen Yihuan tied an apron and looked at Qingcheng and Lanchen, "You're back."

"I've brought her back, and I'll trouble you to take care of her in the future." Qingcheng would not stay as a spectator, and they could spend the rest of the time on their own.

"It's my duty." She was repaying a favor.

Qingcheng smiled, "I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Aren't you staying for dinner?"

"No."

Qingcheng patted Lanchen on the shoulder and ran away.

Lanchen pushed his wheelchair to the sofa by himself, and then used the force to sit on it.

Shen Yihuan didn't talk to him and went to the kitchen again.

After a while, she brought the dishes to the table, served the soup, and then walked to Lan Chen, "Let's eat."

"Yeah."

One was sitting, the other was standing, and they were looking at each other.

Lan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Won't you help me?"

Shen Yihuan didn't know why he had to sit on the sofa. Wasn't it inconvenient to sit in a wheelchair?

Besides, he could just sit on the sofa by himself just now, but he couldn't sit back now?

Shen Yihuan didn't dare to argue with him, so she could only help him up. He seemed to have no bones, and his whole body was limp.

Shen Yihuan was less than 90 pounds, and he was 140 people, and now he was unwilling to give a little strength, how could he help?

She had to use strength and had to get close to him.

He was sitting, she was standing, and the distance between the two was very awkward.

Shen Yihuan blushed, she really wanted to throw this person away.

But this person was shameless, didn't know ugliness, and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Can you use more strength?" Shen Yihuan really didn't want to be hit by him again.

Wasn't he embarrassed at all?

Lan Chen said seriously, "My legs are weak."

"Put more strength in your waist and hands." Shen Yihuan's face turned red with anxiety.

Lan Chen frowned and looked at Shen Yihuan.

Shen Yihuan glared at him.

He was so strong before, but today he is like a weak shrimp.

"No strength."

"..."

Shen Yihuan wanted to hit someone.

She gritted her teeth and her face turned red, "Stay away from me!"

"How far? You will be more tired if you are far away." Lan Chen lifted his eyelids and glanced at the place where they were closest to each other.

Shen Yihuan blushed and regretted it.

What kind of favor is this? He is just shameless.

I didn't realize this trait of his before. He is a complete hooligan.

Shen Yihuan took a deep breath. Can she leave?

Lan Chen was afraid that he would get angry and run away, so he said, "Try again. Maybe it's because he didn't eat or have oil and water, so he's not energetic."

He was just lying with his eyes open.

Has Zhou Aiguo given him less oil and water recently? She made soup for him in various ways, all kinds of ordinary and extraordinary, and gave them to him to drink, and still said there was no oil and water. He didn't even blush when he said such things.

Shen Yihuan didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, and put his hands under his armpits.

This time, Lan Chen was helpful.

He sat on the wheelchair all of a sudden.

Shen Yihuan breathed a sigh of relief and pushed him to the restaurant.

She poured a bowl of pig's trotter soup and put it in front of him, "It's not as expensive as Miss Zhou's ingredients, so you'll have to make do with it."

Lan Chen picked up the soup spoon, the soup was milky white and very fragrant.

He curled his lips, "Why does this sound a bit smelly?"

"What smell?"

"Sour."