Seduction! Mr. Fu, who is abstinent, is moved.

"Did I choose the wrong career? I should also go to the entertainment industry. Then I will be the one to act with you."

Qiao Yu'an laughed out loud, with a face full of arrogance, "Tch, do you have what I have? When I debuted, I didn't rely on my family or myself much!"

"So now, don't you want to continue to shine on your stage?"

Regardless of Jiang Yanjing's character, Qiao Yu'an had to admit that chatting with him was really comfortable. She leaned on his shoulder and said slowly, "Maybe it's because I've grown up. I no longer have such a strong desire to be on the screen, and being an actor is really hard. Eating grass every day is really unbearable. Compared with before, I want to do dubbing more now. Although I am behind the scenes, the pressure is much less , it suits me very well now.”

The pursuit of fame and fortune in the entertainment industry was a bit too much for her to bear.

"Just do whatever you want."

No matter what career she pursues, he will never object.

Birds should be flying freely.

After being kept in a cage and domesticated, people will lose the meaning of liking it...

As they chatted, the topics went in all directions. Qiao Yuan talked about the places she wanted to go, the love she longed for as a girl, and the home in her dreamland.

"When I make a lot of money in the future, I will buy a very big house, filled with roses that can cover the entire wall, and a French style, with a lawn, a swing, and... I have puppies, and I also want a piece of land that can be used to grow vegetables. Of course, the best location is in the city center, so it is more convenient to go out."

"You really dare to think about living a paradise life in the city center," Jiang Yanjing really smiled. The housing prices in the city center of Shengjing cost hundreds of thousands per square meter. Ordinary families are reluctant to waste one square meter. But she did. Okay, it’s unrealistic to still think about growing vegetables. His eyes were full of jokes, "According to the current salary in the dubbing industry, if you work diligently for a hundred years, you will be able to fulfill your wish by the time you die." , buried there.”

Qiao Yuan is well-known in the foreign dubbing circle, but the response in China is mediocre. Not to mention the 18th tier, but also beyond the third tier. Naturally, the remuneration cannot be very high. Without help from home, this kind of idealism Her life was indeed far away from her, but when Jiang Yanjing said it so bluntly, she felt unhappy, very unhappy!

"Don't talk too much. I have my own rhythm. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

Jiang Yanjing couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, okay, I don't understand. I'll cook for you."

If they continue talking like this, they may not be able to have dinner until twelve o'clock.

"Can you cook?" Qiao Yuan's eyes showed surprise.

Jiang Yanjing raised his eyebrows, "Just wait and eat."

After saying that, he turned and entered the kitchen.

Qiao Yuan was stunned, looking forward to what delicious food he would make...

But now, she cares more about her job.

She found that she had invested too much in this relationship, and wanted to slowly shift her attention away from Jiang Yanjing, use a legitimate reason to slowly downplay the relationship, and then not care.

Love your partner first and love yourself first. If you want to separate from him, you must first ensure that you won't be sad and look back, right?

Qiao Yu'an originally thought that Jiang Yanjing's cooking would take a long time, and she had already made plans to fill her belly with snacks first. Unexpectedly, less than ten minutes later, Jiang Yanjing called her over to eat.

Qiao Yuan was dumbfounded, "So fast? You can't cook instant noodles, right?"

"You'll know if you come over and take a look."

Jiang Yanjing took off his apron and washed his hands.

Qiao Yu'an walked over with a skeptical attitude, and when she saw the food on the table, she was petrified on the spot.

Because what he makes...is worse than instant noodles! ! !

"Brother, did you cook noodles?"

You must know that in Shengjing, people usually take out noodles as a last resort when they run out of food at home.

This clear soup is watery and doesn't look appetizing at all. It's better to eat instant noodles.

Qiao Yu'an looked speechless, and suddenly regretted letting him cook.

"What's wrong with the noodles?" Jiang Yanjing said disapprovingly, "This is much healthier than takeout."

"Isn't it true? There is no oil or water at all. How can it be unhealthy?"

"Try it, my craftsmanship is very good, but the sales are relatively dull."

Qiao Yu'an pulled out his chair and sat down, hesitantly, and after taking a sip, his face suddenly became filled with black lines.

Where did he get the confidence to say this?

She only tasted salt in it, and nothing else.

But if people do it, it’s not a waste.

Qiao Yu'an took her chopsticks and started eating. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that the taste was a bit familiar...

Jiang Yanjing's eyes darkened as he saw her eating and taking medicine as hard to swallow, feeling helpless and funny at the same time. In the past, her mouth was not so picky, and she even drank the soup dry. She's so clean, but now she's starting to dislike her, but she deserves to be more delicate.

When he thinks about those days, he still feels like he is in a dream. The dark night, the dilapidated tube building, the noodles with watery soup, the white skirt, the night full of blood and violence...

His throat suddenly felt itchy and he wanted to smoke a cigarette, but in front of Qiao Yu'an, he held it back. Jiang Yanjing pushed up his glasses and said to her, "Forget it, don't eat it, I'll make it for you again. "

"No need," Qiao Yu'an stuffed a piece of green vegetables and looked at him angrily, "I've already done it, it's a pity to waste it."

Jiang Yanjing's bright black pupils were as bright as stars. Underneath the calm and gentle light was another layer of turmoil. A smile spread across his lips, "I feel wronged, baby."

Qiao Yu'an looked at him, dazed for a moment. A strange sense of familiarity came over her. Her cheeks slowly became hot, and she quickly buried her head in the bowl. The tips of her ears were red.

"Don't yell."

Who is her baby?

shameless.

Jiang Yanjing smiled and said nothing.

He also read this title online.

His girlfriend surfs the Internet so frequently, so he has to hurry up and keep up. There is no generational gap with her.

Qiao Yu'an was used to being an uncle. After finishing the meal, he threw away his hands and went upstairs.

Jiang Yanjing was also used to it. Seeing that she was not around, he lit a cigarette, held the bowl to his lips and started washing. The faucet was running with water. He used his skillful techniques to quickly clean everything up.

Qiao Yuxin pretended to have something to do. After taking a bath, she lay on the bed and fell asleep, falling into insomnia for the first time.

Thinking about the future, thinking about how to break up with him, thinking about how to escape intact...