Feed the tiger with her

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Yuan Xinyue chose her words carefully.

"Zhiyan, I know that I shouldn't be this lobbyist, but... there is really no way, our company's situation is such that there are not enough manpower, and there are not many resources. It is also expected that people will get stuck. about..."

There were too many detours, but Jian Zhiyan understood it immediately.

"Lu Yin is looking for you?"

Yuan Xinyue sighed and admitted: "Yes, he called me just now."

Yuan Xinyue served Lu Yin as a subordinate for six or seven years, so she knew the boss's personality well.

She went out to set up her own family, played a trick of a chicken thief, and brought Jian Zhiyan with her, so she was not retaliated by Lu Yin. Therefore, when Lu Yin called her to make a request, Yuan Xinyue didn't dare to say a word.

Instead of annoying Lu Yin and being completely blocked by the circle, it's easier to seek Jane's beauty.

"Zhiyan, I know that your relationship is over, and you may be reluctant to get involved with him again, but this time, his request is to invite you to cook for him, nothing else, I think It’s not too much, so I agreed.”

Jian Zhiyan didn't want to blame anyone, but she was a little helpless that the nightmare was not over.

"Are you sure Lu Yin just asked me to cook?"

"I'm sure, I'm really sure!" Yuan Xinyue also had a bit of loyalty, "My word-of-mouth was built as a broker, not by pimping, I'm 100% sure of this!"

……

Except for Yuan Xinyue and Jian Zhiyan, no one told the time and place of meeting with Lu Yin.

As if feeding a tiger with her body, Jian Zhiyan made an agreement with Yuan Xinyue that after entering the suite, she would send Yuan Xinyue a message every hour, if she didn't send it within the time limit, something went wrong and Yuan Xinyue would rush in to rescue her.

Send the first message first, telling Yuan Xinyue that she is here.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

Not long after, Lu Yin came to open the door. The moment he saw Jian Zhiyan, his eyes were tender and bright.

"come in."

The suite is still the one used to have sex, the smell is still the aroma of roses after the rain, things are the same, people are different, the two of them are no longer in the mood they used to be.

Jian Zhiyan changed into a pair of guest slippers, took off her coat and purse, and walked inside.

Lu Yin subconsciously looked at her feet. Today, Jian Zhiyan wore a light gray woolen dress with white socks, looking like an otherwise filthy student.

Lu Yin: "Is your foot better?" You can't see anything from walking.

Jian Zhiyan said, "It's almost done."

She was familiar with the room, washed her hands as soon as she came in, and went straight to the open kitchen.

Saying you cook isn't an excuse, at least for now, it isn't.

Big bags of ingredients, kitchen utensils, and seasonings are all ready, and the scene is grand, just waiting for the chef to arrive.

"What do you want to eat? Do it now?"

A strange expression flashed in Lu Yin's eyes. Subconsciously, he put his hands in his pockets and stood aside, "Yes, you can decide what to cook."

"But I'd like to order a chicken soup with pork ribs and yam."

Not too much to ask for.

Jian Zhiyan raised her cuffs and began to check the ingredients.

In the room, except for the rustling sound, it was very quiet.

She didn't ask why you asked me to cook.

Lu Yin didn't ask, why didn't you ask.

At this moment, it was like a most ordinary night, Jian Zhiyan was the wife preparing dinner for her husband, and Lu Yin was the host who was eager to return home after a busy day.

They are separated by the island platform, they don't talk but they always know that each other is there.

Lu Yin found an orange from the bag. It had green skin and was cold. It was a crop of golden autumn fruit. He peeled it slowly. With his white and slender fingers, he fiddled with it in his hand, as if Treat a very precious treasure.

Jian Zhiyan is a strict obsessive detailer. It may be called obsessive-compulsive disorder or perfectionism. No matter what it is, she will definitely not like the white silk on the orange.

Lu Yin had noticed this a long time ago, but he had never done anything for her. Today, he had a sudden whim, and he peeled the oranges very clean without even letting go of the tiny strands of the flesh.

"Do you eat oranges?" he asked.

With her back to him, Jian Zhiyan was busy, "No."

Lu Yin got up and wanted to bring the orange petals to her mouth, but Jian Zhiyan suddenly said again.

"I don't like oranges, they're too sour...don't greet me, there's a lot of oily smoke here, go sit in the living room."

She was so busy that she didn't even have the time to look back.

But Lu Yin was nailed to the spot, and only he knew about the moment of embarrassment.

Jian Zhiyan doesn't like to eat sour fruits.

He didn't know anything about such everyday things, so it was a bit far-fetched to talk about rebuilding the relationship with her.

Lu Yin put down the oranges and went to the sink to wash his hands. Jian Zhiyan was cutting vegetables beside him very skillfully.

He took out a piece of paper, and slowly dried his hands, "That day in the film crew, I heard Han Yi say that I would cook for you. Have you eaten? Which one of you is better at cooking?"

"He's good at cooking, but I think I can do better." Jian Zhiyan didn't raise her head, but her attitude was objective.

Lu Yinrao was very interested, "Then does he know that you are here to cook for me?"

Jian Zhiyan paused, smiled, and continued.

"Han Yi is my licking dog, and I am your licking dog. Thinking about it this way, isn't Mr. Lu very cool?"

Lu Yin paused, a short but turbulent soreness overflowed from his chest, so that his ease from entering the room turned into an artificiality that had long been seen through.

"Yan Yan." Since he is not a gentleman, he simply stopped pretending, "Let's start over. I can give you whatever you wanted before."

Not just sex, but career, and relationship.

Lu Yin: "Come back to me. In terms of career, no one dares to make you wronged. In terms of love, although I have never loved anyone, I want to try it with you this time."

Jian Zhiyan's attention briefly shifted from the boiling pot to the man's face.

Her attitude is very natural, very calm, not flattered at all.

She asked: "So, after making such a big circle, you are just telling me that if you want to get along in the entertainment industry, it depends on your face. You asked me to come back, and you still want me to be your lover?"

"Of course not." Lu Yin denied, "I want to start a new relationship with you, with a formal relationship. If you hadn't rejected me on your birthday, we would have been in a relationship in the open and aboveboard."

The last dish was already in the pot, and the smoke and dust from the explosion made Jian Zhiyan subconsciously hide for a while, and she took the time to answer when the pot calmed down.

"Dating in your mouth sounds like business. You send out an invitation, I accept it, and then the business is done. But in fact, falling in love requires feelings. Do we have any?"

Exactly, do you have one?

Lu Yin: "Even in the previous relationship, how can we call it a lover without feelings. We have been lovers, it means that we have feelings, and we have never let go of them. So, why can't we start over."