The actress traveled through the drama, went crazy online, and killed the male lead every day

When Wen Han thought of that period of time, his heart sank and his face became very solemn. He stood up impatiently, walked to the balcony, opened the door, pushed open the window, and lit a cigarette.

The air was filled with smoke and his mood became very bad. The warm soup began to burn in his stomach and he felt very uncomfortable.

Jiang Zongnan glanced at the balcony, his brows slightly furrowed. Wen Han was a heavy smoker. Among the three giants of the Shadow Society, one was an alcoholic, one was a smoker, and one had no desires. It was quite magical.

A simple home-cooked meal was ready in 30 minutes. Jiang Zongnian brought three dishes and a soup to the table, "Wenhan, come and eat."

Wen Han exhaled the smoke gently and extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray. He seemed to have adjusted his strategy towards Jiang Zongnian. He was not so flammable and explosive. It was just three hours of solitude. After dinner, he would close the door and go to sleep. It was not that difficult. There was no need to go against his stomach.

A dish of stir-fried beef with onions, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a green vegetable with king crab legs, shrimp salad and soup. Simple, everyday, the staple food is rice. Because Wen Han often comes over, there is rice in the kitchen. Jiang Zongnian doesn't know if it has expired. Wen Han didn't say anything, so it shouldn't affect it.

Wen Han pretended that Jiang Zongnian, who was sitting opposite him, did not exist, and Jiang Zongnian would not pick up food for him in a distasteful manner. When he was pretending to be Jian Yuxing, Jiang Zongnian would often pick up food for him. If there were some ingredients that were not easy to handle, Jiang Zongnian would do it for him. He did not even need to say anything, he would take the initiative to do it, and it became a habit, just like the day in Fanghua Garden, when he silently peeled a bowl of crab meat. Of course, such meticulousness was for Jian Yuxing.

Eating a daily meal can make people feel relaxed, and even the feeling of hating someone seems to be buffered by the smell of the food. Wen Han didn't want to actively communicate with him, and ate in silence with a world-weary face.

Jiang Zongnian was relieved to see him eating so happily. He was afraid that Wen Han would be angry and not want to eat his food. He knew that the taste was not as good as that of the restaurant. This person was not a picky eater. Yes, Wen Han was not picky about food, but Ah Xing was very picky about food. This was also something that Jiang Zongnian and Gu Zhen had complained about.

Ah Xing's taste is like the weather in May, changing at any time. Sometimes he is not picky about anything, and sometimes he is as difficult to deal with as Gu Zhen. He never thought that they were two different people, and always thought that when Ah Xing was picky about food, he might be in a bad mood.

Two completely different people who have been exchanging experiences for more than ten years, even if they know each other well, and act exactly the same in expression and tone, it is difficult to unify some small habits. They seem to have never been unified, so everyone just assumes that Jian Shao has a wide range of interests.

"Is the taste okay?" Jiang Zongnian took the initiative to talk to him, "I haven't made it for a long time, so I'm a little rusty."

Wen Han remained silent, without even raising his eyelids.

Jiang Zongnian was extremely patient. "That was my first time cooking in the snowy mountains. I learned every dish according to the tutorial. You also said that I have a talent for being a chef and that I am getting better and better."

Wen Han remained silent.

Jiang Zongnian said, "The mountains are closed due to heavy snow, and the only fresh vegetables are potatoes. I cook different dishes for you every day, but unfortunately, they are burnt, mushy, or stick to the pan. I find it hard to swallow, but you are not picky at all and always praise them for being delicious."

Jiang Zongnan felt warm in his heart every time he thought of those days.

At that time, Wen Han was still in good health and very resistant to cold. After they were rescued, they were sent to a resettlement site in the small town. They were given some supplies every day, including frozen foods, canned foods and some fresh vegetables. Wen Han really didn't like cooking or washing dishes or pots, so Jiang Zongnan doted on him very much and took care of all the housework.

Wen Han also felt a little embarrassed for being too lazy, so he would praise every dish and say that it was delicious, and praised his cooking skills as being better than those of a five-star chef.

When he was washing dishes and scrubbing pots, he would applaud heartlessly and say, "Brother, your back is so handsome when you are doing housework."

Amidst all the flattery, he was willing to study recipes every day, how to serve him well and not let him get exposed to any fumes. He was responsible for cooking, washing clothes, washing dishes, and mopping the floor, and Wen Han was right beside him, responsible for the flattery.

"That half month was the most leisurely period of my adult life. There was no Internet, no complicated interpersonal relationships to deal with, no endless meetings to attend, no endless contracts to sign, no social engagements to turn down. The hustle and bustle of the outside world had nothing to do with us. I was only responsible for taking good care of you."

The warmth and coldness in my heart made me feel a little suffocated.

He never admitted that the person on the snow mountain was him, even when he was furious and scolded Jiang Zongnian for being disgusting, he never admitted that it was him. He cursed Jiang Zongnian's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. Why did he have to bring it up?

Neuropathy!

When talking about the snow-capped mountains, he couldn't avoid the kiss that year, which scared him out of his wits. He was shocked, confused, angry, and aggrieved.

He wished he had fainted from the pain and known nothing.

I wish I could knock myself out the moment I realize what he is going to do.

Or maybe he should have opened his eyes when he sensed his hot breath, but he was too cold to react, and when Jiang Zongnan approached him, he could only pretend to be dead.

Jiang Zongnian talked to himself, not caring about Wen Han's indifference, "In fact, you don't like skiing at all, it's Ah Xing who likes skiing. Ah Xing is a skiing expert, and can compete with professional athletes, but you are not good at it. You were afraid of being exposed at the ski resort, so you pretended to be sick and fell down, and refused to compete with me. Because you were afraid of being exposed, you also deliberately flirted with the girls at the ski resort, asking for their phone numbers and saying sweet words, which made me angry and left."

Wen Han, "..."

"I do not know what you're talking about."