Come forward

On the way back, I kept thinking about those few words that Young Master Lu said, tearing people apart and reassembling them. No matter what, I couldn't think of anything about myself that he liked so much.Speaking of appearance, there are many people in the circle who look better than me, not to mention, I remember that Lu Mingxiao looks better than me.Speaking of temperament, I don't even know what kind of temperament I can have in myself. When Jiang Chong didn't make mistakes, his temperament was much better than mine.Let's talk about character, I admit that my character is good, but he only got along with me for a week, as for this, so what?

After much deliberation, I think there is only one possibility, that is, he has probably been my movie fan since he was a child, and after watching too many of my movies, he naturally deified his idol into a perfect man who can even give birth without hesitation.

I pulled the car into the garage and thought that a loyal fan is such a magical creature.

Back home, Xiao Yan was sitting in the living room and reading the newspaper. He looked very relaxed from his clothes to his expression. It seemed that things were going well at yesterday's dinner.Seeing me open the door and enter the room, he put down half of the newspaper and said, "Are you back?"

I lowered my head to change my shoes, and promised, "I'll do what you want for dinner."

While talking, the other person had already come to me, and I was pulled over as soon as I got up, pressed against the door and exchanged a kiss.The heat of the air rose instantly, I reached out and hugged his waist, and while I was immersed in his kiss, I thought why I couldn’t catch up with him after practicing for more than ten years, as if he was constantly improving and I was always in the same place steps.

When he let go of me, my breath was unsteady. I squinted my eyes at him and said, "Didn't they call for you at the dinner party yesterday?"

He let out a deep laugh from his throat, rubbing his fingers on the back of my neck gently: "How do you know?"

I leaned against his chest, pushed him away, walked around him and walked in: "Otherwise, why would you play a surprise attack as soon as you enter the door? The rhythm seems to be dissatisfied. What do you want for dinner?"

Xiao Yan followed up from behind and said, "It's ready."

After hearing this, I couldn't help but look back at him: "Have you already cooked the meal?"

It's not uncommon for Xiao Yan to be able to cook. Many of his subordinates know about it, and the cooking skills are pretty good.I once thought that if he retired and didn't become the boss, he might open a private restaurant like a cloud of customers.The point is that he doesn't cook a few times throughout the year, except when I'm sick or it's my birthday.But today neither of these two items accounted for, the sun really came out from the west.

When he went to the dining table, he found that he had really prepared dinner, three dishes and one soup, all of which were delicate and unambiguous.Seeing me standing still by the dining table, he had no choice but to say, "Go wash your hands, I'm ready to eat."

I woke up like a dream, went in to wash my hands and face, and when I came out, he had served all the food.I sat down on my seat, picked up the chopsticks and the bowl, and felt that today was a little unreal, did Xiao Yan discover something?

He saw that I was slow to move my chopsticks, so he asked me: "What's the matter, don't you like eating these?"

I immediately stretched out my chopsticks and said, "How is that possible? What you cook today is all what I like to eat. I just wonder why you think of cooking." He felt that it was inexplicable for such words to come out of his own mouth, so he just shut up and ate.

Xiao Yan picked up a piece of fish for me: "After this time passes, I will have more time—" Seeing me staring at the piece of fish with a strange expression, he stopped, "What's wrong?"

I tried my best to remove the bowl without any trace: "I don't want to eat fish, the fishy smell is too strong."

Xiao Yan stretched out his chopsticks, and exchanged his bowl of rice with me: "Eat." He picked up the fried golden fish, smelled it, and took another bite. After a long time of concentration, he finally looked at I said, "If you don't want to eat fish, you can eat something else. It's probably because I haven't cooked for a long time and my skills are unfamiliar."

Well, judging by his expression, it doesn't look like he's telling the truth.

But I still nodded, picked up a chopstick of potato shreds for myself, and felt that my sensitivity to fishy smell was suddenly magnified countless times.After eating a meal, I had to suspect that what Xiao Yan just said was true. He probably hadn’t cooked for too long. The vinegared potato shreds were not sour enough, the boiled beef was not spicy enough, and I didn’t even have any flavor in the soup. I found that he had added salt, and it tasted like plain water.

When I was clearing the table, I finally couldn't help but say: "I'll cook tomorrow, the food you cooked today is really too bland."

Xiao Yan glanced at me and seemed to frown slightly, but finally nodded.

I admit, I was actually a little selfish when I said this.After all, I will run away after two days of filming my own scenes, and I can cook for him for two more days, which can relieve my guilt to some extent.

Although Lu Mingyuan looks very stupid, his body is worthy of the blood of the Lu family. He is decisive and quick in action. He told me the next day that he had already arranged everything.He briefly told me about his arrangements during filming, including how I will leave at that time, who will come to meet me in City H, etc., and then rushed to the camera to act His young hero has gone.

This plan sounds very reliable, I don't know how he came up with such a detailed plan in such a short period of time - until he later told me that it was all done by Lu Mingxiao.

...Anyway, we finally have a reliable planner, don't we?All that is left is to find an opportunity to lie to Xiao Yan and get away.

He seems to be very free these two days. Every time I come home from the set, I can see him sitting quietly in the living room, listening to music and reading a book or newspaper.This gave me an illusion, as if he was the one who gave prenatal education to the child when he was pregnant, and I was the head of the family who went out every day to support the family.

Everything is peaceful, only weird at the dinner table.

I don't know whose taste I have a problem with him. When I think the taste of the dishes is moderate, Xiao Yan will definitely frown.Although he won't say anything after frowning, he will still eat all the food, but I always feel uncomfortable for him.When he picked up the second piece of eggplant, I couldn't help asking: "Is it hard to eat?"

He glanced at me, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

I knew at a glance that he was not telling the truth. I thought about the amount of seasoning I put in the past two days. It was really heavy, so I moved the plate of braised eggplant with heavy oil and salt away from him, and put it on a plate facing each other. The less salty green vegetables passed by: "Don't lie to me, I don't know why, the taste seems to be very heavy these days, it will be fine when I am not at home in two days."

He went to pour a glass of water, stopped his movements when he heard this, and turned to look at me: "Where are you going?"

I looked up at him naturally, and still stretched my chopsticks towards the plate of eggplant: "Going to other places to film a scene, didn't I tell you before?"

Xiao Yan came over with water, sat back at the dining table, and said, "You didn't say that."

I controlled my tone and expression, looked at him as usual, and smiled: "I'll tell you now, I will go for about a week, and I will remember to buy you a gift."

Xiao Yan didn't notice the abnormality, he raised the corners of his mouth, and a smile appeared in his deep eyes, and said in a deep and moving voice: "Be careful, come back early."

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