Feed the tiger with her

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The escalator across the floors was set to go directly to the theater today. Lu Yin and Jian Zhiyan followed the couples watching the movie and went up together. The episode just now did not affect the mood at all.

Bodyguards artificially separate a private space.

Lu Yin lowered his head, "Why don't you go to the cafe and wait? You stand in the wind, your face is cold."

"There are so many people in the coffee shop that there is no place at all." Jian Zhiyan asked him, "The upstairs event is over? Why did you come down?"

"It's not over yet. I'm afraid you're in a hurry, so I came here to pick you up. I didn't know that they would make things difficult for you as soon as I got here."

Jian Zhiyan thought it was okay, "They just couldn't swallow their breath, after all, the reason for regretting the marriage was on me."

"No," she raised her small face again, squinting at Lu Yin, "The reason for regretting the marriage is clearly on you, but they dare not provoke you, so they can only vent their anger on me."

"So, Lu Yin, you should apologize to me now."

Turning the gun around so quickly, Lu Yin really didn't expect that, he chuckled lightly, as if admitting defeat, and hugged the person tightly in his arms.

"Okay, I apologize."

Jian Zhiyan still wanted to hurt others, so she poked out a pair of eyes from his arms, and before she could speak, she kissed her right between her brows.

Jian Zhiyan froze suddenly, and forgot to push the person away.

The long and slow escalator also has a sightseeing function. When it just reached the sixth floor, Han Yi had already parked his car and came to meet his mother on the first floor of the mall.

Mrs. Han and Miss Xu were ashamed. When they turned around, they saw Han Yi's gaze fixed in the air.

Following their eyes, they looked over in horror, knowing what Han Yi was looking at, and also knowing what kind of sadness was hidden in his hard eyes.

On the escalator, the pair of figures were already stuck together. Even though they were far away, it was clear that intimacy was not a disguise...

In the theater, a romance movie was being shown, and the attendance rate was very low, with five or six couples sitting sparsely.

Jian Zhiyan didn't want to disturb others, but she couldn't help it. She asked in a low voice, "You don't support the movie you cast yourself, but you come to see the other's work. It's strange, you."

Lu Yin was confident, staring at the screen and leaning his head towards her.

"The premiere over there is too noisy, I'm afraid you think there are too many people, but there are few people here, so it's convenient for dating."

Dating?

There are often hookups, but this is the first time for a date. It was a strange and novel experience. Jian Zhiyan bit her lip, and the anger that had accumulated downstairs just now disappeared completely.

Jian Zhiyan continued to concentrate on watching the movie, but after a few minutes, she still felt a little regretful and said.

"But I want to see how I'm doing."

Lu Yin: "Then wait for a few days, the popularity of the show just dropped, and I'll watch it with you again."

"Again?" she asked, "Have you seen it?"

"I watched it during the rough cut." Lu Yin finally turned his head, "Miss Jian did a good job."

Jian Zhiyan blinked, looking at his expression, did she think that she was waiting for his praise.

"Tell me the truth, how am I doing?"

She poked his chest, but someone grabbed his little paw.

Lu Yin was reminiscing, and in the process of reminiscing, he inevitably thought that Jian Zhiyan's filming of this movie was also the day they separated.

At that time, he thought about her every day, and it was really hard to think about her, so he went to see her on the set under the pretext of working.

Most of the time, Jian Zhiyan is just a tool person walking around, following the villains in and out, and has no role in the scene.

But even so, Lu Yin could still see some emotions in Jian Zhiyan's eyes - not being loved, disappointed and unwilling, stubbornness filled with the fate of inevitable failure.

He didn't know if Jian Zhiyan was playing the dumb girl, or if she mixed her anger towards the man into it, so that every knife she drew felt like it was on Lu Yin's heart.

Using "good acting" may not be able to accurately describe Lu Yin's slightly sour feeling.

"It's not good to comment, you'll know when you read it yourself."

……

The movie is over, the festive atmosphere is full of people everywhere.

Neither Jian Zhiyan nor Lu Yin liked to join in the fun, so they simply came out of the mall and went home for dinner.

This time I went to Lu Yin's house.

He called the servant in advance and asked someone to prepare in advance.

Because he didn't know Jian Zhiyan's taste, Lu Yin held up the phone and asked her, "What do you want for dinner?"

"I can do it." Jian Zhiyan has never been too picky.

Lu Yin explained a few words, hung up the phone, and went to see her again,
Jian Zhiyan looked out the car window, quietly, blindly quiet like this, made Lu Yin feel frustrated again.

"I don't seem to know your preferences all the time," he said.

Jian Zhiyan turned her head, waiting for Lu Yin's next words.

"For example, what kind of food do you like to eat, what color do you like, how you usually exercise, etc."

What Lu Yin was trying to understand was really unnecessary in Jian Zhiyan's opinion.

Her tone was flat, "It's not something important."

Daily life, trivial matters, if it is defined as unimportant, so that there is no need to communicate, then what do couples in love communicate with each other every day?

The stock market, or international current events?
Lu Yin asked himself, other than that, he seemed to have no more topics to talk about.

Ever since he resumed his intimate relationship with Jian Zhiyan, he felt that there was always a wall between them, invisible and transparent, but he just couldn't get past it.

Sometimes they talked and laughed, sometimes they had nothing to say, sometimes near and sometimes far away, sometimes hot and cold, just now at the movie theater, Jian Zhiyan was still willing to cuddle up to her and talk, but in a blink of an eye, they were strangers all the way in the car.

Lu Yin had no choice but to hug him into his arms to calm his anxiety.

Jian Zhiyan was slightly taken aback, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing."

Jian Zhiyan seemed to have misunderstood his plainness, thinking that he just wanted to be quiet, so she continued to remain silent.

Lu Yin's house alone is located in a high-end real estate near Zhongjun, surrounded by the waters of the lake, with three towers in the middle, and only three top-end houses.

He bought them all, one for his own living, and the other two were left vacant, purely because he didn't want others to have the same model as his.

The last time I came was a year ago and the experience was not so good.

They had a quarrel because of Jian Meiyi's matter. Jian Zhiyan still remembered that she didn't intend to hold grudges, but she was really wronged at that time, and she forgave her inexplicably.

Thinking about it now, Jian Zhiyan herself felt a little unbelievable.

As soon as you enter the door, you will find the reception area. It has a spacious area and austere decoration. It is very expensive and business-like, and there is no human atmosphere.

The last time Jian Zhiyan was only here, she didn't even have the qualifications to go in.

Today was different, Lu Yin seemed to know what was going on, he didn't stop walking, took Jian Zhiyan's hand, walked through the reception area, and went straight inside.

When passing by the cloakroom in front of the hall, Jian Zhiyan changed into guest slippers, took off her scarf and coat, and the servant took them over and asked another question.

"Mr. Lu, do you have dinner now?"

Lu Yin looked at Jane's face.

She said nonchalantly, "Okay."