The film emperor ruled all kinds of dissatisfaction

It was nearly ten o'clock, Wang Chen did not bring Xu Dong, and drove from the hotel to Qin Ling's home alone.

"Oh, Mr. Xiao Wan, you're here again." The nanny was instructed by Qin Ling, and she led Wang Chen in in a low voice, "My wife is upstairs watching TV. I'll call her for you... What do you buy?" What is this?"

Wang Chen looked down at the black plastic bag that was alive and kicking in his hand, and smiled: "I bought the shrimp before the supermarket closed, so I don't need to call Xiaoling, I can just make it myself."

The nanny insisted: "If you want to shout, if you want to shout, your wife has told you. Mr. Xiao Wan, you go ahead, I will go upstairs and come down."

"it is good."

Wang Chen also didn't know how Qin Ling explained to the nanny, so he didn't dare to say more, for fear that the nanny would misunderstand that he was a little fresh meat who came to have an affair with her master's family, and would stab Qin Ling's husband later.

After cooking two meals, he was already a little familiar with Qin Ling's kitchen. Without wasting even a minute, Wang Chen directly found an apron and put it on, washed the rice, cooked porridge in a pressure cooker, and then connected a basin of water to start processing. shrimp.

Strangely, when he knew that he was working for Qin Yue, his impatience to return to Qin Yue's side seemed to be comforted.

It was as if he had returned to his previous identity and lived the same life as he had in the past ten years.

Tranquility, calm.

"Hey, fresh shrimp, my sister-in-law is so generous!"

Wang Chen was immersed in his own world, when he suddenly heard the girl's coquettishness, he almost threw the basin directly.Just when he was about to turn around, he saw Qin Ling approaching with a face covered in black mud mask, and his legs almost went limp: "My mother, aunt, you should wash your face before you come again... you scared me to death .”

Qin Ling giggled without hesitation, "Givenchy's is expensive, but you can't just wash it...Hey, what are you doing with shrimp at night? Don't make mutton stewed noodles? I haven't had enough yet. "

"Cook porridge." Wang Chen moved swiftly, "You can't eat mutton stewed noodles every day. Your brother hates eating the same thing for a week. He doesn't eat the leftover buns from the night before. I used to pretend Let Meng Kaili take the lunch box back to eat, so as not to waste it."

"Really...then I have been cooking millet porridge for him for the past few weeks??"

Wang Chen smiled, "It's okay, millet porridge nourishes the stomach, it's good, but you don't want to ask your brother for money to buy a new bag in the past six months."

Qin Ling covered her chest in pain: "Why doesn't he tell me?"

"Is your brother the kind of person who can talk?" When Qin Yue was mentioned, the curvature of Wang Chen's mouth continued to rise uncontrollably. Do not repeat."

Qin Ling folded her arms and watched Wang Chen busy. Those things about her brother seemed to be engraved in his bones.

And this kind of devotion without the opportunity to show his merits in front of his lover is still a joy to Wang Chen.

"Hey, why are you in a daze? Where's the frying pan?" Wang Chen took care of the shrimp thread and separated the head from the body, "I'll fry some shrimp oil, and I can get your brother some eel noodles with shrimp oil when I come over tomorrow morning. "

"Oh...here, are you coming tomorrow morning? Don't you need to go back to the set?"

Wang Chen nodded, "Well, not for now."

"Then do you consider taking the exam... um, sit down and talk with my brother?" Qin Ling carefully suggested, "I can accompany you, which can be regarded as a proof."

Wang Chen paused slightly, "Okay."

As soon as these words came out, both Qin Ling and Wang Chen fell into a brief silence.

Even if Wang Chen is not guilty, even if Qin Ling has completely trusted each other, but for some reason, they are not fully sure of convincing Qin Yue.

The two looked at each other, and both of them flinched with embarrassment.

Qin Ling touched her face and said in a low voice: "My mask is dry, I have to wash it off."

Wang Chen nodded: "Well, you can go, don't rush over here, I will send you a WeChat message when the porridge is ready, and you can serve it to your brother."

"Ah."

Qin Ling carefully closed the kitchen door and went upstairs slowly.

However, Wang Chen seemed to have no strength to fry the shrimp anymore. He held the pot and sat down casually in the kitchen.

If he were Qin Yue, how would he feel?

The person who loved for many years passed away suddenly, and the part that played an important pillar in life collapsed, and one person experienced, endured, and suffered.

At this time, another person, with a very different appearance and completely opposite personality, came forward and claimed to be his dead lover.

Will he believe it?Will you be glad?Will you really have the joy of regaining it?

The pressure cooker began to sizzle.

Wang Chen's thoughts were interrupted, and he stood in front of the stove holding the frying pan, letting his instinct direct his body to fry the shrimp oil.

When the shrimp head is put into the fire, the aroma is overflowing in an instant.

When Qin Yue came down from upstairs with a water glass, the first thing he noticed was the familiar smell of shrimp coming out of the kitchen door.

It should be the smell of the freshly fried pepper oil and the shrimp head in the pot.Qin Yue's own home has an open kitchen. When he is not busy, he mostly cooks with Wang Chen, so he is very familiar with Wang Chen's cooking habits and procedures.

Wang Chen actually likes spicy food very much, but because of some indescribable reasons, it is often inconvenient for him to eat spicy food, so Wang Chen likes to fry oil with peppercorns, just for the numb aroma.The two have been together for a long time, and Qin Yue naturally gradually got used to Wang Chen's taste.

At this moment, the smell of shrimp mixed with the aroma of pepper in the air almost immediately summoned Qin Yue's memory of Wang Chen.

He uncontrollably put the water glass on the coffee table in the living room, walked around the corner, and approached the kitchen step by step.

The stove fire was still burning.

Wang Chen pulled the shrimp head twice with a spatula, picked up the pot neatly with one hand, pressed the shrimp head with the shovel with the other hand, and poured the fried shrimp oil into the bowl.

At the same time, the heat from the pressure cooker was almost exhausted. He lifted the lid of the pot, put the peeled shrimps, shredded ginger, and chopped green onion into the pressure cooker, and turned to low heat to continue cooking.

Shrimp oil is used to make eel noodles for Qin Yue tomorrow morning, and shrimp porridge is for supper tonight.

And the remaining shrimp heads in the pot belonged to him.

Wang Chen turned off the fire, satisfied, found pepper and salt and sprinkled it on, ready to serve.

Just then, he heard a slight click on the kitchen door handle.

"Xiao Ling?"

"Xiao Ling?"

The two yelled subconsciously at the same time, but stopped their movements the moment they saw each other's face.

Wang Chen suddenly became tense, and even his breathing became short. He instinctively clutched the object in his hand, froze in place, and did not dare to move.

Qin Yue stared in front of him, it was no longer a stranger—a stranger, he emphasized to himself in his heart.

This is a face that should be recognized and hated. For some reason, the moment he suddenly saw the other person, he felt in a daze for a moment, as if this was not the person he knew, especially those eyes... is from another soul.

Wanchen is not like Wanchen.

"Why are you here?" Qin Yue finally spoke.

His voice had dropped to freezing point, and with this question, his reason returned to his body.

Wang Chen clearly sensed the other party's disgust from Qin Yue's eyes. He was still holding the salt and pepper seasoning bottle that he hadn't put down in time. He opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to say what he came for.

"Who let you in? My sister? Or Xie Fei?"

"It's Xiaoling, she and I..."

Qin Yue directly interrupted Wang Chen's explanation, his voice raised involuntarily: "So, last night and this morning, you were the one who cooked here?"

Wang Chen was silent for a second, knowing that Qin Yue already had a certain answer in his heart, he simply said calmly, "Yes, it's me."

As soon as the words fell, he noticed that Qin Yue clenched his fists unconsciously, and his knuckles cracked, as if he would hit him in the face in the next second, "What do you want to do? Wan Chen, what the hell are you doing?" What do you want to do!!"

Wang Chen was also a little offended, he growled back: "Of course I want you to believe me and let you recognize me!"

"Fuck you!" Qin Yue's eyes were filled with prairie-like anger, and he finally couldn't help punching, but his body seemed to be out of the command of the brain, and the punch didn't hit Wan Chen's face as expected Instead, he hit the cupboard on one side, and the sharp pain invaded the entire back of Qin Yue's hand in an instant, and the muffled sound burst into Wang Chen's ear: "I warn you, Wan Chen, don't challenge my bottom line again and again, This is the last time I warn you, I don't want to see you, and I won't believe your nonsense, give up!"

"But I'm not Wanchen! I'm not Wanchen at all!" Wang Chen stared into Qin Yue's eyes, who obviously dodged for a moment when he shouted this sentence, "How do you want me to prove that you can believe me? Yue, can you use your rejection of my rationality to think about what I did, and the food I cooked in your mouth, could it be possible for a second person to impersonate you? You who don’t even know about your own sister Other than Wang Chen, is there another fucking person in this world who knows your tastes and habits? Yes, I’m talking nonsense, and the one standing in front of you is a ghost, a ghost named Wang Chen! Do you believe it or not? Believe it or not!"

Wang Chen slammed the seasoning bottle in his hand to the ground, and the sharp sound made Qin Yue's shoulders tremble suddenly.

His eyes flashed instinctively to look at and test Wang Chen, but such eyes were cut off by himself in the next second.

"No!" Qin Yue lowered his head, "Wang Chen died in front of me. It was me... I changed his shroud myself! I personally sent him to the cremation ground. I will take his ashes with me. So, I even remember that before he entered the emergency room, he opened his eyes and gave me a hard look. Wan Chen, you can't... you can't be him, you can't replace him, you can never imitate him, that's right, you I worked hard, but you are not him, I know you are not him, I know! I can't betray Wang Chen!"

Qin Yue roared and repeated this sentence like a lion, but his eyes turned red.

ten years.

It was the first time Wang Chen saw Qin Yue who was always stingy with smiles, his eyes filled with tears.

Almost, almost fell out.

Wang Chen panicked.

"Qin, Qin Yue..."

He suddenly understood why Qin Yue felt angry and disgusted every time he appeared.

It's not because he used Wan Chen's face. Although Wan Chen disliked Qin Yue, his ability was not strong enough to shake Qin Yue's mood.

Qin Yue's out-of-control emotions are because this "Wan Chen" does behave exactly like him—Wang Chen.

Qin Yue already felt like it.

It looks exactly the same, as if it happened to be the compensation given by God on the day when I "died".

And how dare Qin Yue believe it?

How dare he believe that all this is not the illusion of his deep pain, how dare he believe that Wang Chen, whom he personally buried, is still alive.

As long as he falters a little and accepts Wanchen a little, it means that Qin Yue has to bear the risk of betraying the "dead" Wang Chen.

If all of this is really just a scam by Wanchen using his fragility, how will Qin Yue explain to Wang Chen the relationship of the past ten years?

Just like every time they encountered conflicts and setbacks in the past ten years, Qin Yue would rather suffer by himself and struggle alone than hurt him, Wang Chen.

He did "admit" that Wang Chen was dead.

But Wang Chen is still alive in his heart.

"Let's go, Wan Chen." Qin Yue covered his face with one hand, as if he didn't want to say another word to Wang Chen.

Fearing that Qin Yue would really cry, Wang Chen hurriedly took two steps back, carefully avoided him, and hid at the kitchen door, "Okay, I'll go, don't cry..."

His own tears slowly pooled in his eyes.

If I can stay by your side, how can I bear you to suffer this 01:30 minutes.

Glancing at Qin Yue's back with reluctance, Wang Chen's voice became more crying: "That...the porridge is almost ready, and the shrimps are not good after cooking for a long time. You...turn off the fire yourself, I'm leaving now .”

After speaking, Wang Chen turned around and fled.

By accident, Qin Yuezhen turned on the fire subconsciously.

The aroma of rice porridge permeated in front of him faintly, and there was another familiar smell beside him.

Qin Yue glanced at it, and saw that it was the shrimp head left over from a pot of fried shrimp oil.

Haven't had time to plate yet.

Qin Yue doesn't like to eat animal offal and heads, but Wang Chen has a special enthusiasm for this kind of food.

Every time after frying the shrimp oil, Wang Chen would immediately sprinkle some pepper and salt into the pot to get rid of the shrimp heads that Qin Yue never wanted to eat.

Thinking of this, Qin Yue couldn't help but picked up the chopsticks and picked up a shrimp head in the pot.

The smell of pepper and salt came immediately.

He turned his head suddenly, and the car lights were on for a moment outside the window.

The motor roared and went away.