Feed the tiger with her

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"Having a boyfriend so soon?"

Based on their relationship, why did Lu Yin ask her that? In the past, Jian Zhiyan might feel that it was a good thing for a man to be jealous of her. Now, she feels extremely disgusted.

Lu Yin was obviously trying to sabotage.

Jian Zhiyan replied without hesitation, "Not yet." Whether it will be in the future.

These words sounded different to the two men.

Han Yi's eyes brightened obviously.

On the other hand, Lu Yin, behind the calm expression, something is cracking, anger and unwillingness are permeating in the chest cavity, and finally reason is one step ahead of the body to react, he smiled, the corners of the mouth did not move, only the jaw line slightly ups and downs.

"Happy for you," he said.

"Thank you."

With a smile on her face, Jian Zhiyan turned around calmly, Han Yi followed her, and when she reached the empty parking lot, Jian Zhiyan realized that Han Yi had been looking at her.

He looks a little worried.

That's right, how can you not worry about getting involved with Lu Yin.

For a while, Jian Zhiyan didn't know what to say, especially how to explain where the weird conversation between her and Lu Yin came from.

But Han Yi seemed to understand her embarrassment, so he brought it up.

"I heard from your brother that Mr. Lu once pursued you, but you didn't agree. Later, the relationship between your two families became a little bit distant..." Han Yi shrugged, taking the narrow encounter just now as a courtship It's a drama that can't be done.

It was Jian Zhilei who misled him.

Jian Zhiyan was a little embarrassed and embarrassed to correct her.

The evening wind blew away her good mood, and when the valet driver arrived, Jian Zhiyan and Han Yi said goodbye scribbled, and then shrank into the back seat like a snail.

The windows of the car were lowered, the cars stopped and went, stuck on the street in the evening rush hour, the coolness gradually came, Jian Zhiyan leaned against the car window, a little sad.

His wandering thoughts, not knowing where to go, were interrupted by the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone.

Jian Zhiyan took out her phone from her bag and took a look at it. The message from Han Yi seemed to express some kind of determination, which made her feel confused.

【If it's for you, it's no big deal to offend Lu Yin】

[So, Zhiyan, don't stress. 】

Jian Zhiyan repeatedly mulled over her words, typed to delete, and then typed again, but in the end she didn't clarify her thoughts, so she simply threw the phone aside and stopped replying.

……

Jian Zhiyan officially joined the crew.

There are five or six actors who are receiving martial arts training with her. Everyone is relatively small, and they take group classes separately from the leading actors. Among all the men, there is only one girl, Jian Zhiyan.

Everyone didn't know her details, they just treated her as an ordinary young actress.

Getting up early and going to bed late, everyone practiced ten hours a day before calling it a day.

At the beginning, Jian Zhiyan could bear it. With the foundation of ballet practiced in childhood, she mastered the horse stance and learned movements very quickly. Half a month later, when she started to fight in actual combat, the difference between men and women appeared.

Jian Zhiyan's movements were obviously lagging behind, she was not as agile as the actor, and even because of her slow reaction, she would be hit by props.

After the rehearsal was over, as usual, the knees and thighs were blue and red, and the aerosol was sprayed, and a burst of cold relieved the burning pain.

There was a bottle of water on top of her head, and she handed it over. Jian Zhiyan rubbed her wrists and raised her head, smiled, and took the water.

"How did you come."

The training base is more than 20 kilometers away from the urban area, and it is really difficult to come here, but a good sister is a good sister. Song Ange has always been worried about her, so she finally found a free time and drove over to have a look.

Unexpectedly, Jian Zhiyan hurt herself all over, Song Ange showed a distressed expression.

"It's not like your brother can't support you, so he has to do this job. You're asking for trouble."

"If you don't have to worry about eating and drinking, of course you have to find some trouble, otherwise it will be boring."

"There's something wrong."

Song Ange gave Jian Zhiyan a blank look, that's what she said, but Jian Zhiyan had the ability not to bump into the south wall and not look back, let her know that it would be useless to say it.

Forget it.

Song Ange: "I'll drive over to find you, can I take care of the meal?"

"Of course, I invite you."

Jian Zhiyan unscrewed the water and took a sip, then supported the ground with her hands, allowing her body, which was so sore and numb, to stand up.

Her training clothes are very simple, racer-shaped vest and yoga pants, all in black convenience, a bit sassy, ​​Jian Zhiyan proudly put her arms on Song Ange's shoulders.

"Take you to try local specialties."

The so-called local characteristics are the lunch boxes in the training hall.

There is not even a serious place to eat, and there are a row of small tables under the trees on the side of the road, which can be used as dining tables.

Jian Zhiyan asked Song Ange to wait, she went to get the meal, and when she came back, she carried the food in one hand and a fitness mat in the other.

It could be seen that it was a seat prepared for herself. Song Ange regretted why she wore a silk skirt when she went out.

She sat down with a little displeasure, holding the meal. She had no appetite at first, but seeing Jian Zhiyan eating seriously, she gradually let go of some obsessions.

Suddenly thought of something, Song Ange asked: "Do you remember, when we were studying, it was like this for a while, there was always a blind box of leftovers, two people bought one, after paying, we went to a corner and ate it. "

"Like a bereaved dog, pathetic."

Who would have thought that the two delicate and quiet girls, who were studying in prestigious schools in New York, also had times of poverty.

When Jian Zhiyan thought of those days, she also found it funny.

"Your mother is sick, and you want to save some money, so you can save in various ways, but I am not short of money. I can use money to help you, but I want to suffer hardships with you. It's really abnormal."

Song Ange: "It's better to say goodbye. If you had given me money back then, we might have changed by now."

Not only to protect her friend's self-esteem, Jian Zhiyan also had her own naive thoughts at the time.

"At that time, I was young and looked down on everything about Jane's family. I thought at the time, if my biological father took me away, I might be like you. The family conditions are worse, but at least there is someone who can Love me, and then I let this assumption go, masochistically looking for the feeling of being poor but warm and living with a single parent."

"So you're playing virtual life with me."

This was the first time she heard Jian Zhiyan's inner activities.

"It's a pity for a child with childhood shadows, so do you still miss your biological father now?"

Song Ange showed loving eyes again, and patted Jian Zhiyan's head, but Jian Zhiyan refused to be touched by a woman.

She dodged in disgust.

"When you're an adult, you rarely think about it."

"I'm a little curious, who is your biological father?"

"Don't think I don't know, the little flame of your gossip is burning again."

"Haha," Song Ange said without hesitation, "Then let me interview you. Do you think your biological father will come to you? What kind of person will he be?"