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At 1:30 p.m. Jincheng time, Chi nianxun and ye Zang sat face-to-face in the corner of the company canteen by the window. On the table were three dishes and one soup.

The window of the company canteen is so big that Chi nianxun looks out of the window with one hand on his chin, waiting for his aunt to bring them bowls and chopsticks.

Ye Zang took his shirt sleeve and looked at Chi nianxun. He didn't know whether he was staring out of the window or looking at other things.

Outside, the sound of rain is very loud, and the whole French window is full of interlaced water marks. The continuous beating of the rain makes the whole window blur. You can't see anything out of the window. You can only see a few groups of colors with different shapes. According to the color and shape, you can judge what these are.

The canteen aunt came in with the dishes and chopsticks, smiling at Ye Zang cordially. Ye Zang tied up his sleeve and buttoned the cuff link, and politely nodded to the canteen aunt with a smile.

The canteen aunt looked at Chi nianxun, who was sitting opposite Ye Zang and didn't look this way. She put the dishes and chopsticks on the table for fear of disturbing him.

"Thank you." Ye Cang took over the dishes and chopsticks and said softly, "it's OK. Give it to me."

The canteen aunt put down the dishes and chopsticks and looked at Chi nianxun. Then she clapped her hands and walked away.

Ye Cang looked at the French window outside the window again. He filled up the rice for Chi nianxun and put the bowl on the table in front of him. Chi nianxun was still silent.

It seems to be in a daze.

"Chi nianxun."

Ye Zang took the chopsticks and turned around in his hand and gently knocked on the head of the next pool nianxun.

Chi nianxun was knocked by him and immediately returned to God. Subconsciously, he gave a cry, covering the place where he had knocked and looked at him blankly.

"Eat." Ye Zang turns the chopsticks around again and goes straight down to the chopsticks.

Chi nianxun took a look at the food on the noodles, grabbed the back of the head and picked up chopsticks to eat.

"A lot of food."

Chi nianxun bit his chopsticks and chewed a cabbage slowly. He casually raised his eyelids and looked at Ye Zang. As a result, he found that ye Zang was holding a bowl and looking at him seriously.

"How much? So much more? "

Ye Zang looked at the half bowl of rice in his bowl and thought, is this what an adult man should have?

Chi nianxun originally just said a word because he was bored. Since ye Zang took the word, he would make an excuse.

"I lose weight."

Ye Cang pursued closely, "what kind of fertilizer to reduce?"

"Keep fit."

"Come on, you!" Ye Zang scooped a big chicken leg from the soup and put it into the bowl of Chi nianxun. Then he took his chopsticks and put a pile of vegetables for him. "You are already an artist under my banner. You say that you are a boy without 120 kg. Do you think it's normal? I tell you, I want to make you an all-around artist. You look good-looking, but once you take off your clothes, you are a pile of ribs. This physique is not a male star should have, you see now male star which does not exercise muscle? You have to have some meat on you to be symmetrical, right? You're really too thin. "

Chi nianxun looked down at the dishes in his bowl and ate them slowly.

Ye Zang looks at Chi nianxun's way of eating. He is about to lose his appetite.

How can this person eat the same as others owe him hundreds of thousands to force him to eat?

However, if he is willing to eat, he can't be forced or forced.

Ye Zang brainwashed himself in his heart. As soon as he was ready to put down his mind and continue to eat, he heard Chi Nian asking, "Mr. Ye, how do you know that I don't have 120 Jin and that I'm just going to take off my clothes? Have you seen it