Chapter 118: New World

Lying contentedly in Wang Yan's arms, Wei Lan drew circles on Wang Yan's full muscles with her fingers: "Are you still leaving?"

Love came too fast like a tornado; she felt a bit unreal and was afraid that the wind would disperse.

Playing with the big treasure in his hand, Wang Yan said: "Not leaving."

Wei Lan smiled, squeezed into Wang Yan's arms, and felt the real warmth.

Wang Yan felt quite good; this was a feeling different from that in the film and television world.

In his eyes, everything in the film and television world is true: big villas, luxury cars, all kinds of beautiful women, the status and status of being at the top of the food chain, controlling others' fate, and deciding life and death. But he knows that it is the film and television world, shaped by screenwriters, directors, and original authors. He inevitably has a player mentality and doesn't take it too seriously.

The real world is different; this is where he grew up, with parents and friends. Here he is just one of the common people, a small person. The various beautiful women in the film and television world have far less sense of belonging than in the real world. If there are no accidents, Wei Lan is the true long-term partner and a member of the family.

At this moment, this apartment rented by Wei Lan, which is only about forty square meters, looks extra warm to him.

As for whether there were obstacles, the two of them knew it well. Asking is awkward, and saying it is also awkward.

After lingering for a long time, Wang Yan patted Wei Lan's little butt: "You rest first, it's almost evening, I'll go out to buy some vegetables and let you taste my craftsmanship."

He was on the morning flight and arrived in Lin'an in the afternoon; he opened the shell without saying a word when he arrived. He only had breakfast in the morning, so he was a bit hungry, not to mention that the energy required to support his body's operation far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Wei Lan struggled to get up: "I'll accompany you."

"No need, I won't run; there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, not missing this day."

Wang Yan pressed her down, got up, put on his clothes, gave a small kiss, took the key, and went out to buy vegetables.

Hearing the "clatter" of the door closing, Wei Lan, regardless of her weak body, rolled happily on the bed, revealing large swaths of spring light.

Modern society is just this good; as long as you have a mobile phone and are not in a mountain ditch, you can basically find anything anywhere.

The place where Wei Lan lived was quite convenient. Following the navigation, Wang Yan bought some vegetables, seasonings, and some daily necessities in a nearby supermarket without walking for long.

I took a look when I left just now; Wei Lan's seasonings were not very complete. There are only two situations for this: either she is quite superb, or it's just so-so. Wei Lan obviously belongs to the latter.

High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods. This sentence is absolutely correct; cooking should not be fancy, because that loses the original taste of the ingredients.

It's just that Wang Yan's level is limited. Although in "Chicken Feathers Flying to the Sky", he would also go to Huaxing Tower to learn from those master chefs when he was bored, but after all, he didn't specialize, his progress was limited, and he wasn't awesome to that extent.

Carrying big and small bags of things, Wang Yan strolled back, thinking about what business to do in his mind.

The money from selling the house before was all in hand, and after paying off the hunger and calculating the stock profit, he had about 200,000 in his hand. This money is not small, but it is absolutely not enough to buy a house, buy a car, and live well in a first-tier city like Lin'an.

There was no clue for a while, Wang Yan shook his head, let's do it first. As long as he doesn't buy a house, in terms of the current state, he can live quite well. After getting along for a period of time, see if Wei Lan is consistent in words and deeds, and it's not too late for the dust to settle.

When he got home, Wei Lan had already put on her clothes, was lying on the bed with her feet swaying, and fiddling with the tablet.

Seeing Wang Yan come back, Wei Lan ran over to take the things in his hand: "What did you buy? So much?" As she said, she put the bag on the small table and rummaged through it.

"Some seasonings, as well as daily necessities like towels, toothbrushes, slippers, etc."

Hearing this, Wei Lan happened to find a box of men's underwear in the bag, and her little face couldn't help but blush. Although they had already been in deep contact, after all, it was the first time the two were so intimate, and she was still very shy.

"Right, I just remembered, you didn't even take a suitcase when you came." Casually putting the box aside, Wei Lan calmed down; she was too excited before and didn't pay attention to these details: "You only have this set, and you have no clothes to wear. Let's go shopping tomorrow; I'll buy you a few sets of clothes."

Wang Yan nodded: "Okay."

He was traveling light himself and had nothing at all. This time he came to live a life, so he very confidently handled the previous things, leaving only a valuable notebook in the space.

"I'll help you pick vegetables together."

"No need, I can do it myself." After speaking, noticing Wei Lan's mood, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled; girls, after all, still want little sweetness in life, and cooking a sumptuous dinner together is obviously one. Then he smiled: "Or you can organize the toiletries, tidy up the wardrobe, and find a place for my things, how about it?"

Wei Lan looked at Wang Yan sweetly with big eyes: "Okay..."

This apartment is just an ordinary small apartment; the kitchen is at the entrance, the bathroom is at the back, and the double bed of 1.8 meters by 2 meters is inside, and the surplus space is relatively small.

Wang Yan washed the rice and steamed it, picked the vegetables, and clanged the big spoon.

Wei Lan was in the bathroom, placing her cosmetics neatly according to her usage habits, and putting away the toiletries Wang Yan bought back.

As for Wang Yan's toiletries, one towel, one bath towel, one set of tooth-brushing tools, one piece of soap, one bottle of shampoo, that's it.

Wei Lan looked at such simple supplies, wondering if she should arrange some skincare products for Wang Yan. But then she thought of the smooth and tender skin that made her jealous, and gave up the idea of wasting money.

Putting the toothbrushing tools Wang Yan bought and her own toothbrushing tools neatly together, Wei Lan turned her head to look at Wang Yan's busy back, turned her head to raise the corners of her mouth at the toothbrushing tools, and went out to tidy up the wardrobe.

The room is not big, Wang Yan chatted with Wei Lan, who was tidying up clothes, while stir-frying. For him, there is no such thing as no topic; after all, he, Mr. Wang, has learned a lot, and these many books are not the ones where the pre-Qin philosophers occupy half a car, but the modern books that are hundreds of thousands of words long.

Although his spirit is strong, he is not photographic, he doesn't remember that much, and he doesn't export classics and allusions. But the books he has read are integrated into his blood and soul, all of which are accumulations. He studied engineering and did research last time, and he can naturally talk about the professional knowledge of natural science.

Anyway, he basically knows whatever he says, and he can talk for a while.

Tidying up clothes is a big job. Wei Lan rummaged through boxes and cabinets, took out all her clothes, and combed them once. Really speaking, Wei Lan is still okay, not as exaggerated as those girls on TV or video. But everyone loves beauty, not to mention that she is a woman. She can earn money herself, so she buys if she likes it; buying left and right, she has quite a lot. By the time she was busy, Wang Yan's meal was also ready.

"Taste how it tastes."

Wang Yan handed the rice he had served to Wei Lan.

Reaching out to take the rice, picking up chopsticks to pick up a bite, chewing slowly and swallowing to feel it, her eyes lit up and she gave a thumbs up: "Delicious, not worse than the taste of a big hotel. I really didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good, then wouldn't I have a private chef?"

Seeing her exaggerated and weird behavior, Wang Yan smiled: "Then I'll cook every day in the future, change the patterns, and I will definitely serve the empress well."

"Hmm... then it's settled." Wei Lan nodded seriously, then couldn't hold back, chuckled: "In the future, you are responsible for cooking, and I am responsible for the aftermath."

Wang Yan nodded solemnly: "Hmm... the old saying goes, men and women match, work is not tiring, that's how it is."

This sentence has no punchline, but Wei Lan laughed when she heard it.

"Okay, okay, I'm full from laughing. I've been hungry for a long time, hurry up and eat." As he spoke, Wang Yan picked up a chopstick of vegetables for her.

The two ate and laughed.

Wang Yan said: "How much is the rent for this house?"

"Three thousand and a bit." Casually saying a sentence, Wei Lan reacted and asked suspiciously: "Why do you ask this?"

She was afraid that Wang Yan would do AA with her, which would be a bit...

"Thinking of changing a house, this space is a bit small."

This is not Wang Yan being pretentious; if it were really him alone, with the current conditions, he would also find a small apartment to live in himself. It's just that now there are two people, the conditions are enough, and it's not impossible to live better and help the landlord pay off the loan; just be comfortable.

"I think it's okay... we don't have any big things to put..."

"Hmm, you're right." Wang Yan nodded, then changed the subject: "But listen to me on this matter, I will take a look around here in the next two days and see if there is a suitable one."

Wei Lan smiled and nodded without saying anything; she liked this feeling.

After eating, Wei Lan also recovered quite a bit, plus Wang Yan didn't toss hard, and the state was good.

The two tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, walked together intimately, and went out for a stroll to digest.

This is not very far from Xihu, otherwise Wei Lan couldn't have met Wang Yan. The two strolled slowly until after nine o'clock, came back, washed up, tidied up, and slept in each other's arms.

The next day, Wang Yan got up on time, didn't disturb Wei Lan, got up quietly, put on his clothes, and went out to stroll around Xihu for a while. He didn't run or punch, because he only had this set of clothes on him, and it was always inconvenient to sweat.

After strolling enough, Wang Yan bought breakfast and returned to the apartment.

Wei Lan was washing up, and she breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw Wang Yan come back.

She had imagined it to the point of being buried yesterday, but when she got up today, the person was gone. If she didn't know that Wang Yan had the habit of exercising early, Wei Lan would have cried to death.

Wang Yan raised the breakfast in his hand: "Bought breakfast, let's eat in a while."

Wei Lan smiled sweetly, and some toothpaste foam flew out of her mouth: "Okay..." Feeling the toothpaste foam flying out, Wei Lan turned back embarrassedly and brushed her teeth quietly.

It's a bit uncomfortable to be together, and it's embarrassing to shit and pee, but it's fine after getting used to it. Wang Yan smiled, walked to the side, sat down, and ate breakfast.

Wei Lan finished breakfast, and it was almost time to set off, and she kissed Wang Yan goodbye: "I'll send you a message in the evening, and then we'll go shopping directly, and eat a bite by the way."

Wang Yan naturally wouldn't refuse and nodded in agreement.

After she left, Wang Yan washed up, took out his notebook, and flipped through the rental information.

Nothing else, it was directly the website where he worked before. Although there are good houses that can be contacted directly with the landlord on the same-city website without middlemen, it is too slow to find, and there are more fake houses posted by intermediaries. Listening to intermediaries making up nonsense and trying every means to take you to see the house is not worth the effort, it is better to find it directly.

At this point, the intermediary company is basically at work. Wang Yan randomly found a rental house nearby and made a call to the intermediary above.

Wang Yan was as straightforward as ever, without using the intermediary's script to test, just three requirements: top floor, two bedrooms, rent of 4,000 to 6,000, and made an appointment to see the house directly.

The process went smoothly. After seeing a few sets, Wang Yan decided on a house on the 12th floor. It was not far from the apartment, the decoration was quite new, 5,000 a month, deposit one pay three.

After handling these, Wang Yan went back to the apartment to nap. As for buying things, that's not his concern. After all, there is a woman now, just do whatever Wei Lan says.

In the middle, he reported the news of dating to his parents. Zhang Xia was very satisfied looking at the photo Wang Yan sent over; this girl is quite good. Zhang Xia knew her son's temper, was not at ease with Wang Yan, and nagged for a long time.

Facing his mother's nagging, Wang Yan listened with a smile, nodding from time to time. Having seen too many joys and sorrows, having seen too many life and death, he cherishes what he can have.

When Wei Lan sent him a message in the evening, Wang Yan set off to meet her. The two had dinner first, and then strolled around.

Wang Yan's figure is a clothes hanger; basically, everything he wears fits well, which leads to Wei Lan wanting to buy everything she sees.

"Okay, I can't wear so many, let's go see women's clothing."

Already bought two sets of casual and two sets of sportswear, and Wei Lan still wanted to pull him to buy. This is looking for it, and it was all Wei Lan's money, not a cent from him.

Wei Lan said unfulfilled: "Okay, let's talk about it next time."

Wang Yan followed Wei Lan and strolled for a long time and bought two floral long skirts, which declared the end of the trip and could go home.

"Or, let's go see the newly rented house on the way back? It's just on the way." In the car, Wang Yan asked.

"Okay, I'll just see how to arrange it." Wei Lan agreed without thinking.

Arriving at the newly rented house, Wei Lan walked back and forth inside, planning what to add here and what to add there. She was not just planning, but with very strong execution, she took out her phone directly and sat there and started rummaging.

Wang Yan couldn't laugh or cry and persuaded her to take a few photos and study them when she returned to the apartment.

Returning to the apartment, the two washed up in turn.

Wang Yan didn't need to be anxious, Wei Lan came up by herself...

The next day, Wang Yan exercised early as usual, bought breakfast, and returned to wake up Wei Lan, who was tossed miserably.

After she went to work, Wang Yan took out his notebook and watched a movie.

Yes, the system's living father's task arrived as expected. It arrived when he was shopping yesterday, but he was contacting feelings with Wei Lan...

"New World" Ding Qing: Alive.

This is a South Korean movie, mainly about the story of an undercover becoming a big brother...

As for Ding Qing, Wang Yan took a look. It is jokingly called the Elevator God of War on the Internet. In such a small space as an elevator, one person fights six elite gangsters with knives, and can counter-kill. This strength is indeed okay.

Those two moves are not effective in front of his Mr. Wang. He can send this Elevator God of War away with one kick. According to the identity defined by the movie, he is Chinese, from Chuzhou. Talent, must be used.

This has to be said about the uglification of China by Western countries, mainly South Korea, his godfather. It's really fucking...

After watching the movie, Wang Yan checked the information of the South Korean sticks, drank a sip of water, stood up, stretched, and exercised his muscles.

Pulling out the system panel, choose to go.

A blue light flashed, and Wang Yan disappeared in the room... ===== CHAPTER 119 =====