Feed the tiger with her

I can't make this call.

Jian Zhiyan could no longer listen to Song Ange's words, the phone slipped slightly from her ear, and her thoughts were wandering.

As Lu Yin approached, Jian Zhiyan kept reminding herself, calm down, calm down, it's just a meeting of ordinary friends.

She clenched her phone tightly, and responded to Song Ange with some scribbled words.

"I... still have something to do here..."

Song Ange thought it was the end of the mother's inspection, so she quickly said, okay.

"You go quickly."

Jian Zhiyan: "Well, I will contact you later."

The phone hangs up.

Jian Zhiyan straightened her back subconsciously, as if she was waiting for a ship to meet the iceberg, ready to fight.

But before she could speak, Lu Yin raised the head first.

"Such a coincidence."

As soon as the man opened his mouth, he could hear his thick nasal voice.

The global flu is indeed well-deserved.

Jian Zhiyan subconsciously blurted out, "Do you have a cold?"

Lu Yin nodded invisibly, with a trace of exhaustion, "I have a cold, come and have a look."

Even people like Lu Yin were put down, so this encounter happened.

Jian Zhiyan looked around, but she was actually just looking for a topic.

"You came alone?"

"The driver just went to get the medicine."

"Oh. The weather is relatively cold recently, and many people have caught a cold."

Lu Yin looked at her, "What about you, what are you doing in the hospital?"

"I accompanied my friend's mother to see a doctor,"

Jian Zhiyan looked at the room next to her, and signaled that the person she was waiting for was doing an examination.

But Lu Yin didn't follow her gaze, but kept looking at her instead.

The man put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head slightly, and fixedly looked at the woman in front of him. There was some emotion in his eyes, but he couldn't tell whether it was because of illness or something. He looked extraordinarily affectionate, even a little fragile.

This kind of gaze made Jian Zhiyan a little strange. Such gaze, like showing weakness, should not belong to Lu Yin.

When they first met, she gradually let go of her inner defenses, but at the same time, for no reason, her sense of grievance surged up wave after wave.

Because, Jian Zhiyan thought of the scene when they met last time.

He was above him, and she explained humbly that no matter how many moments of intimacy they had, they were not immune to a bad ending.

This might be it?The sadness of a friend-the only thing left is to sigh, and there is no way to reminisce about the old days.

Just as Jian Zhiyan was thinking, Mother Song had already walked out of the examination room and called her.

"Zhiyan, you can go."

This time, Lu Yin turned his head, looked away, and looked at the person coming.

"Ok."

Jian Zhiyan responded first, and then said to Lu Yin.

"Auntie is out, so I'll go first."

Lu Yin nodded slightly: "Go."

Jian Zhiyan turned around, walked quickly back to the door of the examination room, and left side by side with Mother Song.

During the Spring Festival in Beishi, the temperature is the lowest, but Jian Zhiyan is wearing a skirt today. The skirt is shorter than the coat, revealing a straight calf. It is obvious that the black pantyhose cannot bring much warmth, but Jian Zhiyan is happy Generally, love style is better than love temperature.

Lu Yin's brows furrowed slightly, he swept over the swaying hem of his clothes, watched her disappear around the corner of the corridor, and then slowly retracted.

The driver came back quickly to get the medicine.

Lu Yin was one step ahead, sitting in the car and waiting, when the driver handed over the medicine bag with both hands, he didn't even look at it, just put it beside him.

The driver fastened his seat belt and asked the boss, "Are you still going to the company? Why don't you go home and take a rest."

Lu Yin hummed, as a tacit consent.

The Spring Festival holiday is coming to an end. He has been busy with work and hasn't had a good time for years. Now that he is sick, he really needs to take a good rest.

When the car drove into the main road, Lu Yin leaned on the seat, relaxed a bit, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

After about ten minutes, the car bumped a bit, passed through the speed bump, and entered the community.

"Mr. Lu, you're home."

After parking the car, Lu Yin was woken up by the driver, and slowly opened his eyes, as if waking up from a light sleep, his eyes were darker and looser.

He looked out the window, didn't move, and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he said suddenly.

"Drive to the hotel, I'll sleep there."

The driver thought for a while and realized that the hotel here refers specifically to the presidential suite that the boss has booked all year round.

But since Miss Jian disappeared, the boss hasn't been there for a while, today... However, this is not what a driver should say.

He restarted the car and sent Lu Yin over there.

With the medicine bag and suit coat in his hand, Lu Yin asked the driver to get off work, and took the special elevator upstairs by himself.

The cold this time was quite serious, not only made Lu Yin a little tired, but also during the festival, everyone else was happy, only him, wherever he went, it was so quiet that it made people feel lonely.

Therefore, the moment Lu Yin swiped open the door, he inevitably had a glimmer of expectation, and then, when he took the first step, he was inevitably disappointed.

He almost forgot that he didn't have Jian Zhiyan, and Jian Zhiyan wasn't here either.

In the past, one and a half months, that tough little girl hasn't been here once.

Lu Yin changed his shoes and entered the door, threw the things in his hand on the armrest of the sofa, then passed through the bedroom, entered the cloakroom, and opened the closet door while unbuttoning his collar.

Seeing the nightdress hanging inside, he paused, then took off his shirt as if nothing had happened, took a pullover, and walked into the bathroom.

After cleaning, Lu Yin cut his arms and crossed his arms, and changed into his home clothes. Then he spent a little bit of his eyesight before finding men's facial cream among a pile of bottles and jars.

After tidying up, I took cold medicine and felt sleepy.

Lu Yin was lying on the pillow, half dreaming and half awake, he smelled a ray of sunlight and flowers, it seemed to be the smell of Jian Zhiyan's shampoo, or maybe her hand cream.

Jian Zhiyan always arrests people indiscriminately at critical moments. Many times, she leaves marks behind Lu Yin's ears, causing him a lot of trouble the next day.

So later, Lu Yin thought of a way.

At the last moment when Jian Zhi was in a daze, she clasped her hand, so that next to the fingertips of the red Kou Dan, there were half-dry and half-wet black hair, spread on the silver-gray pillow.

The smell of the hand cream should be left behind by Jian Zhi's facial movements.

At that time, Lu Yin felt that something visually impactful, but at this moment, even the taste would penetrate into his dreams.

Lu Yin was a little annoyed by these details.

Recalling that in the hospital, he heard it all.

Jian Zhiyan made a phone call and told people that she was single, which somewhat made Lu Yin feel a little annoyed. Regardless of whether the other party was a man or a woman, and what the topic was, Jian Zhiyan should not declare that she was single.

In other words, she was single, did she ask his permission? !

Out of the dryness, Lu Yin felt an urge to plunder, he was used to being the leader, so he couldn't tolerate others making arbitrary claims.

He fished out the phone, without hesitation, edited a message, and pressed the send button——

[We shouldn't have ended like this. 】