you are in the depths of time [gl]

The competition between Cheng Youyou and Ying was in full swing. On the other hand, Luo Zijin's schedule was also packed. During the fashion week show, he had lunch and dinner appointments with several well-known international famous designers. dinner.

Therefore, after Luo Zijin had a leisurely meeting, he was busy the next day until one or two o'clock in the morning before going back to the hotel to rest.

Even so, uninvited guests still came to disturb her.

Since she is fairly well-known in the domestic entertainment industry, her schedule is basically transparent among fans. Jiang Zhenxuan has a good relationship with some of her fans, and it is easy to know her hotel information.

Then, taking advantage of the opportunity to also attend Fashion Week, drop by late at night.

Luo Zijin was putting on a facial mask in the room at the time, and left a message on WeChat with Cheng Youyou, asking her to cheer for tomorrow's game.

Even though the two live in the same hotel, they dare not even make phone calls, for fear of affecting Cheng Youyou's state. Besides, Xie Tiao knows the relationship between the two of them well. She would never be polite to her on the phone.

Luo Zijin could only put on an orange-flavored mask to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

But some people even take up this little time to understand lovesickness——

"Boom, boom," Xiaolu stood at the open door of the bedroom, his hand still in the posture of knocking.

Luo Zijin looked at the pair of black eyes under the mask coldly, even if the light in the room was soft, it still couldn't cover the black and white eyes with warmth.

The light that falls on the pupils is even colder because of her indifference.

Obviously, Luo Zijin didn't want to be disturbed right now.

Without saying a word, she just used her eyes to ask why Xiaolu disturbed her late at night.

Xiaolu was quite aggrieved by her gaze, he laughed guiltyly, and quickly threw the blame to the person outside the hotel:

"Miss Luo, Jiang Zhenxuan is here, and he is outside the door now."

Luo Zijin subconsciously looked at the time displayed on the phone, and when he looked at Xiaolu again, his eyes showed unimaginable irony.

Is he sick?

Come to find yourself at night?

Luo Zijin thought of going out for dinner with Jiang Zhenxuan a few times before, and being published in the entertainment tabloid the next day, couldn't help but rolled his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and gestured to Xiaolu without saying a word.

Xiaolu understood, she came out of her room and walked to the hotel door.

Jiang Zhenxuan was holding a gift bag in his hand, and gave her a friendly questioning look - after all, he heard that Luo Zijin was back, and he was stuck in time to come to the door.

With Luo Zijin's habits, it stands to reason that he shouldn't go to bed so early...

"I'm sorry, Miss Zijin has already fallen asleep."

The sound of Xiaolu's words made Jiang Zhenxuan's thoughts stagnate for an instant.

Facing the gentle and sweet assistant in front of him, but made it clear that he didn't intend to invite him in, Jiang Zhenxuan had no choice but to give her the gift bag in his hand:

"Then please help me deliver the gift to her. I rushed to make an announcement on her birthday, so I didn't have time to make an appointment for dinner with her."

Thinking of Luo Zijin's recent attitude towards Jiang Zhenxuan, Xiaolu's politeness on the surface is still impeccable, and even a little embarrassment is just right:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, Miss Zijin just told me on her birthday this year that I need to say hello to her before accepting the gift, why don't you come back tomorrow?"

The smile on Jiang Zhenxuan's face froze.

Of course he knew that Xiaolu's words were just excuses.

Although the assistant next to Luo Zijin was still very polite when he saw him, but this was so different from the warm smile before, even the address became more polite, how could Jiang Zhenxuan not know Luo Zijin's attitude?

It's just that he didn't understand, what did he do wrong that he suddenly suffered such cold treatment?

To put it seriously, Luo Zijin seemed to be breaking up with him overnight.

Is it...

He remembered that this happened after he and Cheng Youyou had met, in fact, he had already thought about the explanation related to that time in his heart, but Luo Zijin didn't even give him a chance to tell it, as if he was ready to perform The actors of the repertoire suffer from not having a stage to show.

Jiang Zhenxuan's heart sank, the smile on his face did not fade, he followed Xiaolu's intention and naturally collected the gift bag he had handed out, pretending to believe her words, and said with a smile:

"Okay, then I will hand it to her in person another day, sorry to bother you by coming so late."

Xiaolu also smiled at him, and softly closed the hotel door.

Outside the door, Jiang Zhenxuan took out a mask from his pocket and put it on, the smile on his face under the mask faded away, his eyes became as sharp as a knife, he walked quickly towards the elevator, and told himself:

It doesn't matter, fashion week is still a few days away, so don't worry if you don't have a chance to meet Luo Zijin.

At the same time, Xiaolu, who sent him away politely, returned to the door of Luo Zijin's room, and reported the progress to her dear Luoshen.

Luo Zijin was on the phone with Zhou Muqing, chatting about a movie he was looking for that would start shooting next year.

"Everyone knows Director Zhang's reputation. It's a good shot. This is no worse than your previous "I Hope I Live Long". It also has a chance to win three gold medals, but—"

Zhou Muqing exhaled almost invisibly over there, looking at the lights of Wanjia reflected outside the window, there was a little concern for the person on the other end of the phone in her eyes.

"This suspenseful subject matter, the protagonist's character design is not easy to interpret. Your brother, Mr. Luo has read the script before and does not agree with your participation."

If she followed Zhou Muqing's previous style, she would definitely agree with both hands and feet that the artists under her hands would have a chance to improve.

But now, she turned her head and looked at the person sitting on the sofa next to her, who was busy with the computer and continued to deal with business before she had time to take off her suit jacket.

When he turned back again, he heard Luo Zijin's voice coming from the receiver.

"Sister Zhou, I want to play this role."

The tone is still as flat as ever, but the calmness is full of unwavering meaning.

Hearing their chat, Xiaolu only gestured with Luo Zijin at the door to signal that he had left. Luo Zijin nodded slightly to her, tore off the mask on his face and threw it into the trash can next to the bed, and re- Leaning back to the head of the bed, he pressed the remaining bright essence on the face with both hands to promote the absorption of the facial skin.

Zhou Muqing was a little embarrassed, and said another thing:

"There are quite a few people interested in this role. According to the information I have received so far, Su Mo, Xu Qing, and Zhou Han all want to compete for the female lead."

Although Su Mo has participated in many screen works in recent years, and the quality of those works varies, but this does not hinder the industry's evaluation of her acting skills in the slightest.

In general, her level is still online.

As for Xu Qing... Thinking of the other party's performance at the Academy Awards ceremony, Luo Zijin felt somewhat disapproving.

For her, the most competitive should be Zhou Han.

Six years ago, she became a first-line actress in China with the Golden Image Award. Afterwards, whether it is her additional achievements in acting or the endorsement of international brands, she is quite weighty.

There is also an achievement collected this year——

She has been on the cover of the top five fashion magazines in the world.

With Zhou Han's popularity and popularity, there is even a faint tendency to go beyond the first line and to the top of the top line. There have been news before that her next development direction is to enter Hollywood.

Thinking of this, Luo Zijin raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his lips curled slightly:

"Then I want to act even more."

Zhou Muqing was quiet for a few seconds, and replied her two words:

"Ok."

In all fairness, she felt that this role was a good choice for honing Luo Zijin's acting skills, but she was just worried that Luo Zijin would get too involved in the play and have some impact on her mental state.

After she agreed, Luo Kaifeng who was standing in front of the computer suddenly asked:

"She wants to act?"

Zhou Muqing turned around, walked towards him, and replied, "Yes."

Luo Kaifeng snorted, obviously he knew his sister's temperament very well.

Then he looked up at Zhou Muqing, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"If she can really grab this role from Zhou Han, then I have to trouble you to watch her more."

Zhou Muqing walked up to him, and others were frightened when they saw Luo Kaifeng's face. She just liked to stroke the tiger's beard, raised her right hand, hooked his index finger on his chin, leaned over and said:

"What did you say - did I just keep her in stock before?"

……

The next day.

Luo Zijin sat under the stage of the Fashion Week press conference, turning on the phone screen to check the time from time to time, which was completely different from the surrounding audience who were staring at the models on the booth.

She was counting the time in her mind, thinking about when Cheng Youyou's game would be finished.

After returning home the night before yesterday, she purposely got to know about Ying's information, and knew that she was a person whose strength could match her overwhelming self-confidence. She could be said to be very concerned about the result of the orange at home.

Someone next to her whispered hello to the people around her and moved to her side, but Luo Zijin didn't even twitch her eyes, and didn't pay much attention to this issue until——

"Zijin."

A familiar yet disgusting voice rang in her ears.

Luo Zijin looked down at the phone, his expression didn't change, he just said lightly:

"It's better to keep quiet at the venue."

Jiang Zhenxuan nodded with a smile on his face. Now that he was beside her, he naturally didn't worry that she would easily leave his sight.

Luo Zijin's attention was still on Cheng Youyou's side, and she even began to estimate how many rounds of her competition this was.

……

The person she cares about is preparing the content of the third round of the competition, and the theme is still one word:

rice.

When Cheng Youyou saw this word, three words subconsciously appeared in his mind:

Egg fried rice.

A dish that is not only popular in China and can be seen everywhere at home, but also acceptable to Americans.

It is simple and easy to use, but it is a dish that requires a lot of skill to be perfect.

On the table were the ingredients that had just been prepared by the kitchen: a few eggs, a fresh carrot and a cucumber, a small bowl of freshly cleaned prawns, and a plate of luncheon meat.

She cleaned the radishes and cucumbers neatly and cut them into cubes, then began to carefully pick the threads on the backs of the shrimps.

Just as she was preparing to make luxurious egg fried rice, Ying behind the cooking counter on the other side was already preparing to cook her specialty dish.

This is a dish that she learned when she was studying with Mitchell in Europe, and later incorporated the characteristics of other countries, and finally became her own paella.

The popularity is no less than egg fried rice.

It is a dish that is as famous as pasta and French snails in western food:

Spanish seafood paella.

A dish that can combine the flavors of rice and seafood according to the taste characteristics of Westerners, and bring out the taste to the extreme.

The rice used for paella is a special kind of short-grain rice, and the seafood content in it is quite rich, including mussels, prawns, and squid, all of which are aquatic products with strong umami taste. , On Ying's cooking table, there are also bell peppers that can enhance the freshness of the dishes, tomatoes that add color to the sauce, and characteristic Spanish salami.

In terms of the richness of the ingredients, paella is definitely not inferior to the luxurious version of egg fried rice.

Seeing the ingredients on the cooking table of the two, several judges began to look forward to the final scene.

There was a little smile in Xie Li's eyes, and Luo Lijia next to her was also full of interest, and even leaned over to tell her about the delicious paella he had eaten.

Alfred also raised his eyebrows and talked to Mitchell:

"Oh, I still remember that when I went to Huaguo last time, I ordered egg fried rice in a restaurant with a rather bad taste. Among the meals on the whole table, only egg fried rice tasted good."

Hearing what he said, Mitchell had a very shallow smile in his eyes, like a light golden light floating on the water.

Obviously, these two dishes were impressive to all four judges.

It is also the key to the victory of the game——

Whether it was Cheng Youyou's victory to the end, or Yingneng's use of this to tie the score, the tense atmosphere on the cooking table loomed in the air.

……

Ying had to deal with more ingredients than Cheng Youyou did. The onions, beet peppers, and parsley needed to be chopped, the mussels washed, the squid deveined and cut into rings, the prawns deveined, and the garlic and sausage sliced.

Then put the oil in the pan to preheat, put the onion down and fry until it is almost transparent, then add garlic slices, parsley, tomato and bell pepper in turn.

Then comes the big game.

Pour the short-grain rice in it, and then, Ying took the saffron water that had been soaking in the side, and poured it down from the center of the rice.

This is the most distinctive feature of her paella. When Xie Tiao saw this, a little surprise appeared in his eyes.

Not bad, the creativity of Mitchell's disciples in cooking is really outstanding.

In contrast, Cheng Youyou poured the golden egg liquid that he had beaten in a bowl into the overnight rice until every grain of rice turned bright yellow.

Xie Tiao watched her movements, and the smile in his eyes didn't decrease in the slightest.

Different from the traditional fried rice with eggs, Cheng Youyou didn't fry the eggs and rice together, but put them into the rice in advance, and the rice would be separated into grains naturally when frying——

Easily meet the basic requirements of egg fried rice.

Just don't know how it tastes like.

Four and ten minutes later—

Ying uncovered the tin foil that was stewed on the pot, and presented the paella that had fully absorbed the soup, the bright red prawns on it, the cooked light yellow meat in the green and white shells, and the cut fresh There are plenty of lemons, and the color is even richer after sprinkled with chopped parsley.

Cheng Youyou spread a few slices of fried luncheon meat on the fried rice bowl, thought for a while, and finally fried a soft-boiled egg on it.

In the golden-yellow fried rice with fine grains, you can vaguely see finely chopped carrots, large pieces of shrimp meat, and green cucumbers mixed in, and the oily luncheon meat spread on the edge of the bowl and the snow-white fried rice with egg yolks can be vaguely seen. Eggs form an interesting contrast.

Two meals were presented to the judges at the same time.

Alfred's expression was still relaxed and smiling, as if he didn't feel the tense atmosphere in the cooking arena, his two eyebrows seemed to be dancing, and he rubbed his stomach with his hands, making a salivating movement:

"God knows how long I've been waiting for this moment!"

He picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of Cheng Youyou's fried rice first, as if he couldn't wait to compare her fried rice with the one he had tasted in his memory.

Just like in the final of the 'God of Cooking Competition', Cheng Youyou thoughtfully divided the fried rice into four bowls before the staff came, and then added an egg to each judge.

This cute little move made the corners of Xie Tiao's eyes stained with a smile, and the end of his eyes unconsciously twitched upwards, showing a full of charm against the background of the mole of tears.

Alfred looked at the fried egg, and while moving his cheeks to chew the fried rice in his mouth, feeling the texture of the smooth and bomby fresh shrimp bursting between his lips and teeth, he put down the spoon and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the fried egg and Luncheon meat and another taste of the ensemble of collective taste——

The force was a little stronger, but the tip of the chopsticks accidentally poked into the egg yolk, and the unsolidified egg yolk inside slowly flowed out, and once again slowly flowed down from the surface of the rice.

This dynamic visual effect is simply amazing.

He smiled and said 'Wow~'.

Luo Lijia also acted in the same way as him.

It's just that the French woman's movements are more calm inside. She scooped up a spoonful of rice with squid rings and colorful bell peppers in the paella, then raised her hand and began to peel the shrimp shells unhurriedly, and took a bite The delicious shrimp meat soaked in the soup has a relaxed and satisfied expression.

Then, she picked up a piece of mussels dipped in chopped parsley and put it to her lips. With the shell in her mouth, she rolled down the shell with her tongue, feeling that even the shell was stained. smell.

The nose is filled with the last squeezed lemon juice, and the lemons that have been cut into small pieces and garnished with the rice further enhance the freshness of the freshness.

It is as if you are on the edge of the coastline paved with light golden fine sand in an instant, with the blue sky above your head, and the warm fine sand heated by the sun under your feet. slide over.

What smells in the nose is the slightly salty and humid sea breeze.

Sunshine, waves, and sand constitute the most unique scenery of the beach scenery.

Like this paella.

Luo Lijia pursed her lips unconsciously, amazed by the rich seafood taste in her mouth.

She was sure it wasn't the most authentic paella she'd ever had, but it was the most enjoyable paella she'd ever had.

Whether it's plump to explosive, endless seafood flavor, or the layered blend of sweet pepper, parsley, lemon, pepper and paprika, it's the pinnacle of taste matching!

There is a bit of sweetness running through it.

Her gaze subconsciously looked at Ying's cooking table again, searching among the many ingredients, and then suddenly fixed on one of the wine bottles.

A light-colored liquid sits in it.

It was a bottle of white wine.

Luo Lijia couldn't help scooping up another spoonful of rice and put it in his mouth. The satisfaction from the taste buds was transmitted from the nerve endings to the brain again. It was so delicious that it made the scalp tingle!

……

Xie Tiao and Mitchell also picked up the tableware one after another, and stretched out to the two bowls of rice in front of them respectively.

She took a sip of the paella first, and was immediately satisfied by the well-defined, full and rich taste. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she immediately felt that she was in the deep blue ocean, with a light blue squid swimming slowly in front of her. Groups of prawns in the sky are also dancing their tiny limbs, paddling the sea water, and wandering past in front of them.

The sun shines down from the sea surface, passes through the shallow seawater, and reflects the seaweed leaves softly dancing with the flow of seawater in the crevices of the fine sand and stones below. You can vaguely see the fresh and tender shellfish hidden in the crevices. Shells that open and close.

Xie Yi enjoyed it for a long time before slowly opening his eyes and looking at Cheng Youyou's bowl of fried rice.

She still remembers the appearance of the oily sizzling on the surface when the luncheon meat was just taken out of the pan.

She picked up the spoon with her left hand, scooped up half a piece of egg, and held the chopsticks in her right hand, picked a fresh shrimp from the rice and put it on the rice surface of the spoon. Richness delivered to the mouth.

Then, Xie Tiao couldn't help laughing out.

As if you were in the fragrant food street in Fengcheng, the shouts of stalls and hawkers sounded everywhere, and the tempting aroma from the frying pan wafted out, and some pedestrians passing by the street were just Passing by, but couldn't help but walked to the booth, sat down and looked around, and casually said to the boss:

"Give me one too."

It is full of fireworks, and although the taste is not as explosive as paella, which satisfies the senses at once, it makes her feel nostalgic unconsciously.

It is a kind of fried rice that is not greasy at all, and can put a whole bowl into the stomach, with a harmonious and natural taste.

A voice sounded in a trance:

"Have I eaten less of those big meals? I just like to eat your home-cooked dishes, which always make people feel very happy."

The smile in her eyes receded like a fleeting shadow.

Ever since someone was missing from her life, her culinary creations no longer make people feel happy.

In vain are those gorgeous, exquisite and consummate skills left.

Xie Tiao has never been so grateful for the harsh standards she had when selecting apprentices a few years ago, if not, how could she have met Cheng Youyou in the end?

This apprentice received...

It really made her happy.

With a spoon in her left hand, she was digging for fried rice, and with her right hand, she pulled the small card, picked up a pen and scratched it smartly, and handed the card to the person who came to collect it.

Lolija and Alfred's decisions were also made quickly.

Only Mitchell frowned and thought for a while before handing over his answer.

The time has come to announce the results.

Cheng Youyou unconsciously grabbed the back of her clothes and rubbed them. The subtle touch of the material rubbing between her fingers slightly diverted her attention and made her less nervous.

Ying next to her had no expression on her face, and it was beyond her expectation that the match with Cheng Youyou would go on to the third round.

Although when she first got the questions, she felt that she could win the first two rounds, and the idea of ​​the third dish was just in case.

But in the end, what she had prepared for in case was used.

If it weren't for Mitchell's habit of being fully prepared for everything in the kitchen, she would have paid the price for looking down on her opponent so much.

Now she has no chance of winning, all she can do is to make her loss less ugly.

Yes, for her, being tied with such a chef who has not even received a Michelin star rating and is a half-way monk is indeed no different from failure.

So she was mentally prepared.

The announcer's voice still sounded calmly:

"In the third round, the number of votes Ying got is——"

……

"Zijin, I don't know what you heard from Cheng Youyou. Did she tell you about the freshman year?"

"At that time, she told me that you hadn't contacted me since the third year of high school. I thought you didn't want to see her, but I still told her that we would go out to sing that afternoon. You have time, and she can come to you."

"I don't know what's going on with her—"

After the exhibition ended, Luo Zijin got up and walked out of the venue. Although she was indifferent without looking back, Jiang Zhenxuan couldn't hold back Jiang Zhenxuan's tall legs and long legs. He walked up to her side with a few steps, and his explanation was full of anxiety.

Although he didn't raise the volume too high, the tension on his face was still obvious.

There are many domestic stars around who also come to Fashion Week. I wanted to say hello to them, but after seeing the way Jiang Zhenxuan and Luo Zijin got along, I realized that it was obviously a misunderstanding between the two of them, and it was not suitable for me to get along with them. , so I just nodded and smiled at them from a distance, and left each other.

Luo Zijin heard his voice impatiently, and turned to look at him indifferently.

Jiang Zhenxuan closed his mouth in a good manner, but looked at her with a little grievance in his eyes, as if he had received unfair treatment from her.

Luo Zijin said softly:

"No misunderstanding."

Jiang Zhenxuan blinked subconsciously and asked, "What?"

Luo Zijin just looked at him fixedly, thinking in his heart:

My own heart is always biased.

The same thing, Jiang Zhenxuan's rhetoric, and Cheng Youyou's words that she forced to say at the time, she only believed Cheng Youyou's.

There was never any misunderstanding.

Because from the moment Cheng Youyou returned to her life, after everything was back on track, her attitude towards Jiang Zhenxuan also returned to what it used to be.

Indifferent, indifferent.

Because he doesn't even have the function of a reminder.

When I was in college, I was allowed to get close to him. When I saw him occasionally, I felt that there was always such a person, which proved that the time in my third year of high school in my memory was not an illusion.

She did get along with such a soft, cute and clingy tablemate once.

Now, no more.

Jiang Zhenxuan heard her words, understood what she meant, and watched Xiaolu come up to her and handed her a bottle of mineral water.

The people around gradually went to the parking place after they came out, or left in twos and threes. The models and designers were also talking and laughing. Only he and the person he was looking at were clearly separated by the same distance in the bustling crowd. Ten meters away, the man's heart suddenly left him thousands of miles away.

Jiang Zhenxuan stared at her back, and suddenly said:

"You're still the same as before."

When you need others, put on a charitable attitude of "allowing you to approach me", and there will always be people who foolishly come forward like moths to a flame, thinking that you can always warm up that cold heart, thinking that you will be her life There is no accident here, you don't have to leave when you come.

In the end, they just walked side by side to the next intersection, and all they could see was her turning and leaving without turning her head.

The surprise that I thought I could get close to was all an illusion.

At that time, Luo Zijin was about to get into the car, Xiaolu raised his hand to block the roof above the car door to prevent her from bumping her head, Luo Zijin had already bent down.

Hearing his words, she straightened her body up again, and looking back, Jiang Zhenxuan was looking at her over there, holding a gift bag containing a Patek Philippe women's watch that she wanted to give to her but was never able to.

Seeing her turning her back and looking coldly, Jiang Zhenxuan felt that all his sincerity for so many years was suddenly fed to a dog, and the pain of being bitten off so far away from him could still be conveyed to him .

Luo Zijin looked at him for a while, then parted her thin lips, and said softly:

"Maybe."

But she hopes that it has changed, because the person she was back then made Cheng Youyou so sad, she hopes that she can grow faster and more obviously over the years, and show her considerateness and gentleness to that person without hesitation, hoping to make Cheng Youyou feel better. Yoyo doesn't regret liking her so much for so many years.

With a hoarse voice, he met Luo Zijin's gaze, even curled the corner of his lower lip, and said bluntly:

"Believe it or not, the main responsibility for what happened back then is not mine."

If it wasn't for you holding your stubbornness and pride and refusing to bow your head, how could she have left you for so many years?

Luo Zijin heard his subtext, and the temperature in his eyes suddenly dropped to freezing point.

After glancing at him lightly, she turned and got into the car.

With that glance, the Chu River Han boundary was drawn between the two of them, and he was completely expelled from his own life.

Jiang Zhenxuan stared at the direction the car was leaving for a long time, then looked around suddenly, strode to a trash can, and threw the unopened gift bag in his hand into it.

Even with him, he gave ten years of sincerity.

……

Sitting in the car, Xiaolu looked at Luo Zijin worriedly, with the expression on his face - hesitant to speak.

Luo Zijin pressed the back of his index finger to his forehead, closed his eyes, as if feeling her gaze, and said:

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I never cared what the gossip reporter said."

"Also, Luo Kaifeng didn't pay the public relations department's salary for nothing."

What she was referring to was that if the scene just now had been photographed, the domestic entertainment news might have something to write about tomorrow.

After all, the relationship between Jiang Zhenxuan and her has always been good, but this time the sudden breakdown, any news from Jiang Zhenxuan's side will be bad for her.

However, Xincheng Entertainment has been in the industry for so many years, both the strength of the company and the strength of the public relations team are very strong. Generally, ordinary stars will face her, unless they have a studio, and the funds and background are quite strong, and they have a close relationship with her. There is a big conflict, otherwise she won't be able to move her casually with a twitch.

After all, when one's personal strength is up against the entire big company of Xincheng Entertainment, it is clear at a glance who can win.

Unless Luo Zijin's fall is too big, the other party can easily control the direction of public opinion, and the public can be on one side.

But Xiaolu shook his head, raised his hand to help her press her temple, and said:

"I'm worried about you. Aren't you going to see Miss Cheng Zi soon? Feel better soon."

As soon as Luo Zijin was reminded by her, a slight smile appeared on his lips. It was rare that he didn't provoke her, and he responded:

"Ah."

She slowly opened her eyes, took out her phone and checked the time, it was almost time for the game to end.

Jiang Zhenxuan's words just now were still ringing in his ears.

Luo Zijin sneered in his heart, thinking:

I have always known.

It was not his turn to remind.

All she can do now is hold Cheng Youyou's hand tightly and never let go.

Thinking of this, the phone vibrated before her. She looked at the name that flashed on it, with a gentle smile in her eyes, and she didn't have time to speak when she picked it up.

An extremely happy voice first came from the opposite side:

"What do you think of the result of my game?"

Just learn some bad things from her.

Luo Zijin heard her childish voice deliberately learning to keep suspense, but he couldn't hide the joy in the tone of his voice, and the tone of his voice when he asked her was a little uncontrollable laughter:

"How about it?"

Cheng Youyou smirked, lowered her voice and said:

"I... I won."

Luo Zijin laughed out loud on the phone.

She chimed in and boasted:

"So powerful? Then do I have to express it?"

Cheng Youyou was about to ask her if she was going to treat herself to a big meal, when she heard a casual question:

"Reward me to you, what do you think?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Cheng Youyou: I don't want it, do you think I'm stupid?Doesn't that mean that I have become a feast for you?No, loss, I don't do this business. 【Manual goodbye】