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And Jiang Li stood out, and his figure was very thin, submerged in a group of foreigners with three-dimensional facial features, it was easy for people to pass by.

Because her eyes were crossed, Lin Zixin didn't recognize her at first, but it took her a while to realize that this person's serious expression seemed to have been seen somewhere before. A woman who was slogging away in the office by herself connected.

It was actually Xie Canglan.

Later, Lin Zixin obtained some information about Xie Canglan from the newcomer training materials.It was a very simple organizational chart, and the introduction of Xie Canglan was limited to basic information such as education background and entry time.

She entered BAE earlier than Jiang Li, and returned to China at the same time as the Asia-Pacific headquarters was established. She had just taken over the position of director of the research center about two months ago.After arriving here, Lin Zixin knew that Jiang Li and Xie Canglan must have worked together before, as for the relationship, she couldn't judge.She didn't know why she was interested in this woman who she didn't communicate much with except for the first day of reporting, but now it seems... probably, it's some kind of intuition.

"So it's an alumnus." Lin Zixin said to herself, but she still felt that it was not that simple.

A smell of food wafted out from the half-closed door of the kitchen, and Lin Zixin's already empty stomach was immediately tempted to make a fuss. Put the souvenir book in the bag on the coffee table, and trotted into the kitchen.

Jiang Li is cooking.

Finally, her long hair no longer hangs idly behind her back, but is coiled up; because she is used to wearing plain clothes, Lin Zixin always feels a sense of wonder when she first sees the small floral apron on her body. It feels a bit inconsistent, but generally speaking, it is still a fresh fancy style, and it is still Jiang Li's usual style.

Lin Zixin observed for a while, as if she suddenly remembered, she took out her mobile phone and pointed it at Jiang Li to take a few pictures, but Jiang Li, who was focused on the stove, didn't notice because the mobile phone was turned to silent.

"How long will it take?" Lin Zixin took the phone back very satisfied, and began to urge her to eat.

"It will be ready soon, there is a rag over there, go and wipe the table."

"Oh." Lin Zixin went to get it obediently, and also obediently went out to wipe the table.

This interaction was so homely and natural that no one realized what kind of warm and tacit understanding it contained.

After a while, Jiang Li came out of the kitchen. On the table was a simple meat dish and two vegetarian dishes, as well as a bowl of refreshing tomato and egg soup.

"But there's no coke." Lin Zixin frowned, a bit embarrassed.

Jiang Li gave her a white look, reached out to scoop up the soup for her, and put it in front of her forcefully: "Drink the soup."

Lin Zixin stared at the bowl of clear soup in front of her reproachfully for a long while, then reluctantly picked it up, took a sip, her eyes flashed a little: Oh, it's not bad.

However, tomato and egg soup is not technically difficult.Adding a word in her heart, Lin Zixin picked up the airs of a food reviewer, stretched out her chopsticks to several other dishes in front of her, tasted them one by one, and couldn't find anything wrong with them.

Jiang Li looked at her with a smile: "Is Miss still satisfied?"

"Well, let's be so-so." Although the tone is still not salty, but the chopsticks are moving much more refreshingly.

A large part of Jiang Li's culinary skills was forced out.

Unlike the pampered Lin Zixin, Jiang Li didn't have too strict requirements on food and clothing.It's just that in a foreign country, especially in a country where dark cuisine is famous all over the world, Jiang Li has to admit that he can settle for anything, except his wallet and stomach.

I don’t know if it’s because the motivation to be born by resentment in my heart is too strong, or maybe I’m really talented, so I study and learn by myself based on the recipes on the Internet. Jiang Li’s cooking skills are actually famous among the student circles in their district rise up.

She had heard all kinds of compliments, but all of them were not as good as Lin Zixin's strict-sounding "so-so" just now.

The smile on Jiang Li's face involuntarily became stronger, she sat on the other side of the dining table with her chin propped on one hand and watched Lin Zixin eat, forgetting that she also had to eat.

Without the company of Coke, Lin Zixin actually ate a small bowl of rice and most of the food. She sat on the chair a little softly, with an expression like a satisfied cat.

"Jiang Li, do you cook your own breakfast when you are in London?"

"Yes."

"What will they do?"

"Sandwiches or something, it's more convenient." Jiang Li answered without doubting him, and got up to clean up the dishes on the table.

"Oh, then I want to have breakfast tomorrow." Lin Zixin said very naturally.

"Okay... huh? Do you want to stay here today?"

stay for one night

Jiang Li looked at Lin Zixin with an unsteady expression.

"No?" The little girl looked at her and asked back.

—Of course not!Jiang Li almost subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, he was reluctant to say them for no reason.

It wasn't because of the expression on Lin Zixin's face that one couldn't bear to refuse, on the contrary, the expression she showed was too determined, which gave Jiang Li the illusion that he... was eaten to death by her again.

It's not entirely an illusion.After all, his voice sounded so weak when he made excuses: "My house only has one room."

"You can sleep on the sofa."

Why do you sleep on the sofa by yourself... No, that's not the point!Rather... Jiang Li looked at the little girl sitting on the chair in good order, her baby face was rosy after a full meal, she looked as attractive as dessert after a meal, so when she spoke again, her tone was unavoidable. A little depressed.

"Okay, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Lin Zixin looked at her complacently, with a smiling expression like a little fox, which shook Jiang Li's heart for a while, and finally he could only sigh in frustration——as expected... there was nothing he could do about her .

At this point, Jiang Li simply went to wash the dishes at his own pace, and when he came out, he saw an idol drama on TV, and Lin Zixin was lazily nestling on the sofa, looking drowsy.

"Go take a bath." Jiang Li saw her yawning continuously, her almond eyes narrowed into slits, and walked over to push her.

"Huh? Oh?" ​​Lin Zixin's reaction was a little slow, her blank expression combined with her baby face made her look even more innocent.

The little girl staggered into the bathroom, and suddenly leaned out again, saying, "I haven't changed clothes."

Jiang Li hesitated for a while, walked into the bedroom and dawdled for a while, then moved to the door of the bathroom: "The towels and underwear are new, you can make use of these pajamas."

Lin Zixin took the clothes from her hand without any hesitation, and closed the bathroom door.

Jiang Li stood outside the door and blinked his eyes. When he turned around, he acted inexplicably with regret.

The idol drama on TV was still on, Jiang Li didn't have much interest, originally wanted to change the channel, but after thinking about it, he still didn't do it.Idling around, she wanted to tidy up the things on the coffee table, but when she saw the hardcover booklet on the top, she seemed to suddenly remember it, picked it up and flipped through it.

Before returning to China, I was catching up with the commemorative celebration of the graduate school, thinking that there might not be many opportunities to come back in the future, so I went to join in the fun and say goodbye to the tutors by the way.

The old dean still looked energetic, and when he saw her, he showed a regretful expression.The seniors hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they held her and chatted happily for a while.

As she flipped through it, she felt as if she could smell the fragrance of green grass and fine wine that day.

In the group photo on the last page, Jiang Li squinted his eyes to recognize each person, and paused for a moment when his eyes fell on another oriental face on the screen.

She remembered that at that time, except for necessary business, Xie Canglan hadn't spoken to herself for a long time.

In the photo, she wears glasses and smiles very restrainedly. She looks always serious and solemn.

When thinking about it occasionally, Jiang Li always feels embarrassed.He was originally such a good senior friend, but he didn't expect to end up...

The door of the bathroom was suddenly opened, and there was a not-so-light "click", which brought Jiang Li back to his senses, subconsciously looked over, and then... couldn't look back.

Lin Zixin was brushing her wet hair, probably because she had never dyed it before. The washed hair was as dark and shiny as ink; , looks like peach pudding.

She was wearing the T-shirt that Jiang Li gave her just now. Due to the height difference, it was a little too long for Lin Zixin. It just covered her buttocks. It was more like a mini dress, showing her two well-proportioned and clean legs. It was so unbearable that my heart skipped a beat.

"Didn't I give you a pair of trousers?" Jiang Li's tone sounded a bit embarrassed.

"It's too long." Lin Zixin pouted and complained.

"You can roll up your trouser legs!" Aside from the embarrassment, he became a little irritable.

"How troublesome, anyway, the T-shirt is long enough." Lin Zixin said very confidently, walking in front of Jiang Li, and handing her the towel in his hand: "Wipe it for me."

It was all too natural.

With great difficulty, Jiang Li's eyes moved from her white thighs to her collarbone that exposed her neckline, and finally fixed on her innocent and charming pupils like a cat. She felt her mouth dry for a while, but she couldn't refute "" It’s not that you don’t have hands, why do you want me to wipe them!”.

Lin Zixin sat lazily on the sofa, squinting her eyes to enjoy, more like a puppet cat being served.

Jiang Li wiped her hair carefully with a towel, trying to put