Desperate melon

The next morning, He Nian didn't get up late again, just in time for breakfast.

Yan Yi cooked porridge today, and there were neatly arranged side dishes on the table. He Nian was not that nervous, and under Yan Yi's tangled gaze, he broke the formation of side dishes.

Yan Yi had been drinking porridge all the time, because he was reluctant to destroy the neat beauty, and now he was poked by He Nian's chopsticks, so he was ready to eat.

After He Nian finished a bowl, he continued to serve it consciously. In the end, Yan Yi watched helplessly as the little star ate three bowls of porridge early in the morning, without belching a single one!

You must know that in the past, in the fourth year of He, he only dared to drink half a bowl of porridge cautiously in the morning.

"You...don't need to control your weight?" Yan Yi asked.

He Nian pulled up the T-shirt, revealing his bulging belly and the obvious rib lines on it: "I'm so skinny, what should I do if I don't eat more and lose weight?"

Yan Yi: "Okay, then today..."

"I'm full." At the same time, He Nian stood up: "What's wrong today?"

Yan Yi met his eyes, his brain froze for a moment, and finally shook his head: "No."

He Nian is cuter than before, Yan Yi thought, his eyes that are not deliberately seductive are very clear.

"Oh." He Nian walked back to the room. He didn't have any role this morning. He just got up early to have breakfast: "I'm going back to sleep, bye."

He Nian did what he said, and when he said he wanted to sleep, he really went back to bed and slept all morning. In the afternoon, he woke up from hunger.

Yan Yi didn't go home at noon, and no one cooked for him. He Nian opened the refrigerator and looked at a pile of ingredients, but he couldn't do anything.

He didn't have that part in his mind at all, the memory of He Nian's cooking in the past.

But... the memory of ordering takeaway is still there.

He Nian opened the mobile app, searched for it, but still wanted to eat Mala Tang.So it didn't take long for a pile of Mala Tang to be placed on the dining table in front of him.

Yan Yi did not allow him to eat these pungent foods at home. He Nian, who knowingly committed the crime, didn't care. Yan Yi is not a dog. How could he come back at night and smell the spicy hot pot he had eaten at noon?

After eating and drinking, He Nian looked at his phone, it was almost three o'clock, and Kevin informed him that he would be there before three twenty.

The wreckage on the table was too late to clean up, and He Nian only had time to open the window to ventilate, then put on his mask and ran away.

Today's scene was very ordinary. He Nian was wearing a battle robe, and his whole body was covered tightly in the summer.

His sharp eyes changed from his previous innocence, those clear pupils were instantly shrouded in mist the moment the camera looked at him.

It is the calmness that has been battle-tested, and the helplessness that has tasted the hearts of the people.Yi Nian raised his sword and fell, only to end up with the soldiers who attempted to rebel.

He knelt down on one knee towards Xie Zehao, with the morning glow behind him like fire, and when he raised his head, Xie Zehao could no longer see through his heart hidden under the heavy armor.

Yi Nian articulated clearly: "Chen, it's too late to save you."

After Xie Zehao discovered Yi Nian's unusual feelings for him, he gradually alienated him.Eight years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Yi Nian was stationed at the border, and he didn't even come back to watch him ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor.

He thought...he could never see this person in his life.

But at the beginning, the prince he was soft-hearted and didn't deal with, his elder brother, rebelled against him, and Xie Zehao almost fell off the throne.

It was Yi Nian who came back in time to save him.

Xie Zehao closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Pingshen."

Yi Nian stood up, and straightened his crooked crown because of his hasty escape. There was a lot of tenderness in the deep pupils that couldn't fold into the light.

"Cal, call it a day." Zhang Dao said, "There was no accident today, Xie Cheng, four years, and tomorrow will continue."

He Nian nodded and began to pull on the armor on his body. Kevin, who was still holding the phone and didn't know who to chat with, hadn't noticed this side yet.

He Nian took off his shirt, and a hand suddenly stretched out beside him, and He Nian easily hung the clothes on his hand.

The other palm of the man passed over He Nian's forehead, and wiped off the sweat that was about to drip for him.

Being touched in vain, He Nian was taken aback, and saw Xie Cheng's face when he turned his head.

"You... what are you doing?"

Xie Cheng smiled: "You are sweating, so I wiped it for you. Don't mind."

"Oh." He Nian took off all the costumes, and he was wearing his own clothes inside.

He trotted over and kicked Kevin lightly: "Assistant trash, it's time to get off work."

As soon as Kevin heard that it was time to leave work, he hurriedly took out the small mirror in his bag, reapplied the lipstick, and then asked He Nian: "Do you think my makeup is good?"

"No." He Nian looked at the eyeliner at the end of his eyes, and said against his will, "You are also beautiful today, so send me home quickly."

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do it today. I'm going to pick up my boyfriend. What if I can't make it in time for the date." Kevin picked up the bag, "I'm leaving first, baby. You can take a taxi and go back by yourself."

Congratulations for the fourth year: mmp.

He Nian went to the lounge to find his mobile phone, and when he came out, he met Xie Cheng again, and he instinctively said hello.

Xie Cheng: "Let's go together?"

He Nian nodded, the sky began to darken, the two slowly passed by the shooting location, Xie Cheng called him suddenly: "Yi Nian."

"Why?" He Nian couldn't help but smile, "Are you so into the drama?"

"You acted really well. Now I think it's more appropriate to call you Yi Nian than your name."

He Nian knew that his words were more or less exaggerated. He still understood the business bragging.

"Where, it still pales in comparison to Senior Xie, I still need to teach you a lot."

Xie Cheng was noncommittal.

When he was about to walk out of the set, he suddenly asked, "Shall we have a cup of coffee together?"

Xie Cheng and Yan Yi are classmates in high school, and they still have contacts, but the relationship is just like that of high school classmates.How Yan Yi and He Nian's marriage contract came about, he has heard about it.

Guessing Yan Yi's temper, he would definitely not like this kind of person who puts up tricks.

Then it's not too much for him to make an appointment with this person who he doesn't like.

"Ah?" He Nian actually wanted to refuse, but he hadn't organized his words yet.

A Lexus LS parked at the entrance of the crew slowly lowered the window, and Yan Yi's face suddenly appeared in their sight.

"Happy four years."

He Nian was very grateful to Yan Yi for coming to the rescue, he really didn't know how to say no to him, he pretended to be disappointed and said: "I'm sorry, my fiance is here to pick me up, let's try another day."

"Well, goodbye." Xie Cheng smiled at him without showing any dissatisfaction.

Even if he was slapped in the face for a second, Yan Yi didn't care about this young actor at all?

Yan Yi's eyes lingered on Xie Cheng for a while, and then retracted after a few seconds. Hearing the sound of He Nian closing the car door, he drove the car away.

I didn't want to say hello to this friend at all.

He Nian tried to look back through the car window: "Don't you know him? No matter how you say hello."

Yan Yi remained silent, stopped at a crossroad because of a red light, and then lighted a cigarette unhurriedly: "This guy is a pervert, you'd better stay away from him."

"Pervert?" Although He Nian didn't want to agree to Xie Cheng's invitation, he still had a crush on this person.Unlike Yan Yi, Xie Cheng loves to laugh and looks like a sunny and gentle person.

"Why do you say he is a pervert?"

Yan Yi extinguished the cigarette he took a puff in the ashtray, and there was another silence.

He Nian shut his mouth tactfully, and didn't ask any more questions.

"What to eat?"

He Nian looked out the window, this street was filled with all kinds of restaurants.He looked at it for a while, then pointed to one of them: "That one is good."

Yan Yi looked in the direction he pointed, and the big signboard "Ma Er" came into his sight, and a small pepper was hung on top of the word "Er" for the occasion.

"Spicy?"

He Nian looked at him expectantly: "Yes, I want to eat this."

Yan Yi: "Do you know that today is Qixi Festival?"

"I know, the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet has nothing to do with whether I can eat Malatang." He Nian said, "Today is my treat, and I want to eat here!"

"No..." He came here today prepared, and Qixi came out for a walk, pretending that he and He Nian were still a model couple, so that the rumors of domestic violence would be self-defeating.

However, it was photographed that Qixi, the CEO of the Yan Group, brought his fiancé to eat Malatang.

If you speak nicely, you can say that he is down-to-earth.If he doesn't speak well, then he must add another stingy thing to his "evil deeds of domestic violence"!

When has it been so hard to be a human?

He Nian was determined to eat this: "If you don't want to eat it, I'll eat it myself."

With that said, he opened the car door.

"Okay, okay." Yan Yi had no choice but to compromise for his already pitiful reputation.

Although today is Qixi Festival, the business of Malatang is still very good.Yan Yi passed by the seat and saw the bowl of mala tang with red oil floating in front of everyone, and couldn't help swallowing.

In fact - he can't take spicy food very much.

To be precise, I can't eat spicy food at all.

He Nian pulled Yan Yi to choose a bunch of dishes. Since Yan Yi seldom came to this kind of place, he was a little at a loss as to how to choose food among the crowds.

Fortunately, this sanitation is quite clean, otherwise Yan Yi would definitely want to run away.

Yan Yi walked over with a basket of meat picked by He Nian: "Well, do you have non-spicy Malatang here?"

The clerk was stunned, and Yan Yi felt that she was looking at him as if she was looking at a mentally retarded person.

But the clerk still politely replied: "Excuse me sir, the Mala Tang in our shop is always slightly spicy."