Millions of cannon fodder cross the river [Quick Transmigration]

Lan Yang nodded in agreement, and it would not be a bad thing to have another friend with a lot of momentum: "I am very happy, I hope you can like this place."

"Of course I like it, because you are here." When his words made Lan Yang suspicious again, he suddenly changed, "You are the most satisfying partner for me, bar none."

It is well known that the people of country f are eloquent and good at sweet words, but...it is no wonder that Lan Yang feels strange when he is connected with those people who are inexplicably close to the world before.

Moreover, the way of appearing and approaching these helpful people is becoming more and more casual.Once or twice is a coincidence, this is already the fourth time, right?

"Do you have time tomorrow?" After getting out of the car, Carson Herr did not close the door immediately, but put his arm on the top edge of the door, leaned over and spoke to the people in the car, "The one I went to just now is very good, Sure enough, the locals still have to lead the way when it comes to eating, can you find time to have three meals a day?"

Eating three meals a day... This is not something that can be solved in a short time.But since it is a very important partner, it is not a bad idea to mention it to the company, entertainment itself is part of the job.

In addition, he also has selfish intentions. Shan Yuxian exposed a lot to him last time, but he didn't give him the answer he wanted, which only made his doubts more and more serious. I don't know if his contact will give him more gains.

They... are all people who make him feel good and familiar at a glance. Lan Yang knows that he is not a person who can get to know each other in a short period of time. How many times has he been "love at first sight"?It can only show that there is definitely a problem.

After exchanging contact information with Carson Hull, Lan Yang drove back to An Ming's residence.

The person said that asking him to be a temporary tour guide was not polite, and Lan Yang received a call from him as soon as he woke up.He explained the matter to several shareholders and the chairman of the company, and those people agreed that please treat Carson Hull well during this period, and he will not have to worry about the company's affairs.

After picking up Carson at the hotel, Lan Yang took him to the breakfast building.After they sat down, someone brought the menu, and Carson Hell glanced at it before pointing to the pan-fried buns and shrimp dumplings on the list.

Lan Yang took a pen to check the boxes, circled some more local snacks, and then returned the pen and the list to the waiter standing aside: "That's all, sorry for your trouble."

After the man exited the private room, Carson said to him again: "Did I have the honor to have lunch at your house? I have never had the opportunity to eat home-cooked food in the true sense of country C."

"If you don't dislike my poor craftsmanship, of course there is no problem." He said modestly, picked up the frosted teapot and poured two cups of tea each, "Actually, I prefer coffee."

Carson Hell took a sip of the tea in the cup, raised his eyebrows and said, "Tea is one of the health regimens in country C, but to me, tea and coffee are both bitter beverages, and I don't like them."

"You like sweet things." Lan Yang said casually.

The pair of tea-gray eagle eyes staring straight at him smiled lightly, and Carsenhell nodded and said, "You're right."

Lan Yang buried her head and said cheerfully, "What am I wrong about?"

After eating breakfast, because Carson mentioned that he was going to his house for lunch, the two went to the vegetable market again, and the rate of return was max.

After he threw all the things in his hands into the trunk, he looked at Lan Yang who was standing by the car door: "I don't know how to kill chickens."

"I will, close the trunk." Lan Yang opened the door and got into the car after Carsenhell got in. "Go home and peel the chestnuts and I'll kill the chicken."

Carson Herr had a strange look on his face, and his tone of voice was a bit strange: "Why do you even kill chickens? I haven't peeled chestnuts yet."

"Is there anything strange?" Lan Yang looked sideways at his three-dimensional facial features, "The eyelashes are so long."

This compliment made him very happy, and he raised his head slightly: "I grow everywhere."

The ambiguity is getting bigger, Lan Yang doesn't answer, don't look over the road, and turn the car around a corner.

After a while, Carson Herr said inexplicably, "You haven't killed anyone yet."

"Of course I... haven't killed anyone." He tilted his head in doubt, and asked curiously, "What are we talking about now? I probably haven't caught up.

After entering the house, Lan Yang threw the chicken with its legs bound into the backyard, then put all the ingredients except chestnuts into the refrigerator, and called Carson Hell to sit on the sofa.

He didn't comb his hair to the back of his forehead with hairspray today, and the golden brown broken hair was slightly fluffy, and it looked very good to the touch.

Carsenhal picked up a dark brown chestnut, frowned and asked, "Why don't we buy ready-made ones?"

"To entertain important guests, of course you must choose fresh ingredients. In fact, if you have enough time, I would prefer to do this for every meal." Lan Yang pressed two fingers on the back of the chestnut, exerted a little force on her hand, and then 'click ' with a sound, "You can pinch it here, and you can easily peel off the shell."

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, Lan Yang sat aside and watched the movements of Carson Hell's hands become smoother and smoother, then got up and walked towards the backyard: "I'll go and deal with that chicken first."

It's been a long time since I did it myself. After the bloodletting and depilation process, it was almost eleven o'clock, and the chestnuts on Carson Hull's side were all peeled, and the shells that came off were piled up in the trash can.

"I'll do the rest." After taking all the things into the kitchen, Lan Yang walked back to the living room and said to him, "If you think watching TV is too boring, you can also come to the kitchen to watch."

As a result, the yellow-haired monster followed it to the kitchen, and it was so big that it stood there, which suddenly made the kitchen a little crowded.

As soon as Lan Yang put the pot on the stove, his mobile phone rang in response to the occasion. Before he took the mobile phone out of his pocket, he had a premonition of who the caller was.

"Miss Tang who was made a fool of at your banquet yesterday." Lan Yang glanced at Carson Hell, shrugged and said, "It seems that I have something to do."

Carson Hull raised his pale golden eyebrows, turned and left the kitchen as he spoke: "Oh, I remember, that lady who annoyed Miss Xia by texting you with someone else's fiance, it seems that they didn't take my words seriously at all. Something happened."

It was also expected that this lunch would not be finished.

Not long after, Lan Yang who hung up the phone also walked out of the kitchen: "I've already cooked the food, we can go after dinner, after all, I don't really want to have lunch with her."

Carson Herr glanced at him resentfully: "I really want to have lunch with you."

Lan Yang crossed her arms and walked in front of him thoughtfully, holding on to some doubts for too long, but the answer was ready to come out: "Shaoyueya?"

"Hmm...?" Carson Herr rested his chin on one hand and looked at him with his head tilted. "I would rather hear another name from you."

Lan Yang was silent for a while, and read out the names he could think of one by one: "An Zhongshi, Shan Yuxian, or Carson Hull Channing?"

The other party put down his hand on his chin and shook his head: "These are not what I want to hear, but soon...I can't just tell you that. You know me, but you don't know the person now."

"But I'm not that person, a name you once called out to me." Lan Yang was inexplicably displeased, restless in her heart, "That's not my name, and I've never heard it before."

Maybe he was mistaken...

Carson Hull was silent for ten seconds, and then cut off the topic: "I thought you would have other questions, not just about me."

"You may know, but will you say it?" Lan Yang sighed, the person in front of him made him feel like he was in vain again, he liked this person before, and he still does now, but the other party seems to have misunderstood him Do others, "Just as you won't tell me your name, I also anticipate that there are some questions you won't say even if I ask them."

He lowered his eyebrows, his slender eyelashes were distinct, as if the curtains blocked the emotions in his eyes: "It's better to listen to others and see for yourself. Even if I don't tell you some answers, you will know them in the future."

"Some things, even if I never know, will not affect me, because I know my final destination." Others are just some side effects, he will be curious, but the others are no big deal.The system has given him an indicator, and after reaching it, these worlds have nothing to do with him.

Lan Yang was in a somewhat unhappy mood, even though he didn't want to admit that he had already been influenced by this person, and the name he had spoken to him was like a thorn in his heart, which he couldn't touch but couldn't ignore .What can be proved by these things is that he really has a lot of affection for him, which is deeper than that for Zhu Yan.

It's funny to say that he admits that he is slow to warm up to love, and love at first sight is not as good as love at first sight, but the fact is that long-term love loses out to short-term companionship.Of course, Zhu Yan couldn't be better than him, but a deserter and a person who didn't even give him his name... no matter which side made him feel uncomfortable.

Maybe it's just that he feels unwilling to pay for his feelings, but Lan Yang has never been a person who can't live without feelings, and his emotions can only affect his mood for a while.

After he had lunch with Carson Hull, it was a little later. He guessed that Tang Huaran had been waiting a little anxiously, and the urging text messages had been sent continuously since just now.

But Lan Yang picked up the phone, and didn't call her back, but called Liu Xunzhen instead.

"Hello? Find the truth." He deliberately whispered apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've been delayed because of something. I just had a conversation with an important client. I'm afraid I won't be able to make an appointment today. I will invite you to come out and sit alone some other day.”

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously confused: "I didn't invite you to dinner."