Quan Shao's Secret Favorite: 36 Strategies for Attacking Marriage

"Help me, Ruan Jian."

Tong Zhaohua's voice came from the kitchen again.

Ruan Jian was slightly taken aback when he heard Tong Chaohua's words.

"Ah, okay, right now!" Ruan Jian quickly stuffed the envelope into his pocket indiscriminately.Hide all your thoughts.

Who is this envelope from?
For some reason, Ruan Jian didn't want to tell Tong Chaohua about it for the first time, as if something terrible would happen if he said it.It is said that women have intuition, but he thinks his intuition is more accurate.

Lu Lin got married...

I don't know what Tong Chaohua thinks about Lu Lin.

If you can treat Lu Lin like that when you are not married, if you really can't stand Tong Chaohua and...

But if you keep hiding it, it's not an option.

Does Tong Zhaohua care about this matter? Judging from what she said to him before, it seems that she doesn't care about it at all, but judging from her reaction, she seems to care a lot!
Do you want to tell Tong Zhaohua about this afterwards?

But isn't that a lie?Will she hate him because of this?If Tong Zhaohua knew that he hadn't told her about it.

Even if you want to hide the matter of Lu Lin's marriage, you can't hide it.

When Lu Lin gets married, Tong Chaohua still feels uncomfortable...

For a moment, Ruan Jiandu was so entangled that he was dying.

Ruan Jian looked at Tong Chaohua's hot soup in front of him, and felt that he lost his appetite for the first time.

"What's the matter with you, isn't it to your liking?" Tong Chaohua looked at Ruan Jian's absent-minded expression and asked nervously.If this guy dares to say that it doesn't taste good, she must fight him desperately.

Fortunately, Ruan Jian looked at Tong Chaohua, as if he saw what she was thinking in her heart, and quickly made amends.

"No, no! It's super delicious."

Ruan Jian said hurriedly, as if wanting to prove something, he quickly scooped a large spoonful of white soup from the bowl on the side and put it directly into his mouth.Just kidding, after finally getting Tong Zhaohua to cook soup for herself, if she said something bad, she probably wouldn't be so lucky in the future.

"Ahhh, it's hot, it's so hot." Tears came out of the corners of Ruan Jian's eyes, and it didn't matter whether he swallowed it or not.Seeing Tong Chaohua's funny eyes, Ruan Jian felt that it was worth it even if it was too hot.

Watching Ruan Jian drink the soup directly, dancing and dancing regardless of whether the soup is hot or not, Tong Zhaohua couldn't help but have black lines on his face.

"Wow, it's so delicious. Zhaohua, your craftsmanship is really amazing. I don't know how much better it tastes than those in those shops. The presentation is also very good."

Ruan Jian knew the key to saving his life, and praised Tong Chaohua over and over again.

Tong Chaohua knew what Ruan Jian was like, that is, she would listen to Ruan Jian's beautiful words, and she didn't want to hear those words from others.

Ruan Jian wiped away tears again and said with a smile: "Oh, Zhaohua, eat quickly, eat quickly, I saw that you didn't eat much at that French restaurant. Eat more and don't be hungry I've lost weight. You don't have to design for me at night, eat more and work better at night."

Ruan Jian knows that inspiration is best in the middle of the night when doing this job.

Tong Zhaohua often does this without sleeping late at night, the key is that this woman is also strange, it must be this woman.

If you stay up late, you will have some kind of dark circles under your eyes, but in the past three years, Tong Zhaohua still looks the same, and he doesn't have the dark circles under his eyes at all.If you tell this to other women, maybe they will be jealous to death.

Tong Zhaohua gave a faint "hmm".

"This, this cucumber is also super delicious." Ruan Jian said loudly, then picked up a piece of cucumber with chopsticks and put it into Tong Chaohua's bowl.

Seeing Ruan Jian's exaggerated actions, Tong Chaohua couldn't help but slightly frowned.Why does she feel that there must be a demon if something goes wrong?

What's the matter?
No, why did Ruan Jian keep praising her?

Could it be that he did something wrong?

Tong Chaohua glanced at Ruan Jian suspiciously.

"Ruan Jian, what's going on with you, why do you feel weird."

"Is there?" Ruan Jian was stunned, and then quickly took a sip of the soup: "It's nothing, it's just that it's too delicious, oh, it's really delicious." What Ruan Jian didn't know was that he said this At that time, the eyes were always floating, floating around, there was clearly something wrong with that look!

After so many years, although Tong Chaohua didn't really know Ruan Jian, he was very familiar with Ruan Jian, so there must be something wrong with this expression.

And it's still about her.

Tong Zhaohua put down his chopsticks directly.

"Ruan Jian, you're completely different now. If it's really hard to eat, you can tell me directly. There's no need to torture or pretend. Does the relationship between us need to be maintained by lies? If It’s not delicious, tell me, I’m making it again. Or you just don’t care about this soup, what else are you hiding from me, Ruan Jian, shouldn’t friends be honest with each other?”

Tong Zhaohua's eyes became serious.

Ruan Jian was a little afraid to meet those bright eyes.

"No, it's not Zhaohua." Ruan Jian quickly swallowed the soup in his mouth, and then said a little at a loss: "I didn't lie to you, it's really delicious. It's very delicious."

But this flimsy excuse made him all the more suspicious.

Tong Chaohua sighed softly, then stared at Ruan Jian, and said slowly: "So, it's not that the food is unpalatable? It's just that there's something wrong?"

"That..." "No." Ruan Jian said immediately without any hesitation.

"What's that for?"

"what?"

"I said." Tong Chaohua looked at Ruan Jian sharply, and Ruan Jian moved back slightly, and it was this subtle movement that Tong Chaohua caught. "What is that for?"

"If it's not because the food is unpalatable, what is the reason?"

"Ruan Jian, do you know how strange you are?"

Tong Chaohua stared straight at Ruan Jian, and Ruan Jian's eyes became averted.

To be honest, when Ruan Jian reached this position, he usually has the ability to speak nonsense with his eyes open, but... Facing Tong Chaohua's questioning, he felt very guilty for some reason.

He didn't dare to look into Tong Zhaohua's eyes at all.

"Because... oh, there's no reason!" Ruan Jian hurriedly turned his head away, Tong Chaohua's gaze seemed to see through him, and the cold sweat kept dripping down his back.

"Ok."

Tong Chaohua sighed pretending to be sad: "That's because the food is not tasty, Ruan Jian, it's hard for you, I eat it almost every day, I won't do it again in the future."

"No, Zhaohua—"

"Hey." Tong Zhaohua sighed again, interrupted Ruan Jian's words, and then looked at the table full of dishes: "Ruan Jian, I'm sorry, I wasted the ingredients on this table."

"Zhaohua! What are you doing?"

Tong Chaohua was slightly taken aback by the way he held the plate, and then looked back at Ruan Jian: "Dump it out, it's so unpalatable, why don't you throw it away!"

"you!"

Ruan Jian felt that his old blood was about to be irritated: "I haven't had time to eat it yet!"

Tong Zhaohua pursed his lips slightly, and then revealed a helpless smile: "Let's order takeaway later, oh—" Tong Zhaohua glanced at the clock hanging on the wall:

"I'm afraid there is no takeaway to order at this time, Ruan Jian, it seems that you can only wait until tomorrow with an empty stomach."

"Ahhh." Ruan Jian yelled twice, and then directly stacked the plates on the casserole. Before Tong Zhaohua could react, Ruan Jian picked up all the dishes, and then rushed into his own bedroom, locking the plate behind his back. closed the door.

"Hehe" Tong Zhaohua was taken aback for a moment, then sighed.

Sure enough, Ruan Jian, who has such a cheerful personality, has a secret that he can't tell?
"Huh? What is this?" Tong Chaohua went to the kitchen to get a rag, and when he was about to wipe off the grease on the table, he suddenly saw a red ball of paper under Ruan Jian's stool.

Tong Zhaohua glanced at the ball of paper and picked it up casually.

This look.

Snapped--

Everything in Tong Zhaohua's hands fell to the ground.

The room was dark with blood.

A few outdated rock band and anime posters with missing corners and pages were pasted on the somewhat yellowed wall.

Toy blocks were scattered on the floor.

Ning Moyan was lying on the moldy bed, looking at the clock on the table, it was almost two o'clock in the morning, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He kept turning over and adjusting his sleeping position.

Finally, still unable to bear it, Ning Moyan turned over and turned on the desk lamp.

The desk lamp has been around for a long time, and the circuit is not very good.

It flickered a few times before it fully lit up.

Lighting up several baseball bats with crimson marks on the ends beside the table, the whole room looked weird and scary, but Ning Mo Yanque didn't care about it at all.

He straightened up and opened the drawer.

The drawer was messy, there were a lot of pins and some wrenches and screwdrivers, and on top of these things was a cardboard box.

Ning Moyan couldn't help grinning a few times, then took it out, lay on the bed, and admired the box by the occasional flickering lights.

Inside lay an invitation card from Shen Beichen.

The original owner would definitely not be able to go. Thinking of this, Ning Moyan couldn't help turning his head to glance at the messy baseball bats on the other side of the table.

In this way, this greeting card only needs a little modification, and it is his.

She is going to get married...

How can you get married!
A gleam of madness appeared in Ning Moyan's eyes.

What qualifications does Lu Lin have?
What qualifications do you have to marry Shen Beichen?
Ning Moyan's face became a little distorted. Anyone who knows Ning Moyan at this time will know that as long as he shows such an expression, it means...

There must be something crazy going on.

Crazy, more than 01:30 o'clock...