Prisoner's Dilemma

Han Shaojun has heard about Lin Zhuyan's affairs over the years. After graduating from high school, she took the film school and became an actress. In [-], she also filmed a TV series and acted as the second female lead, but there was no splash, and she was always hovering in the third and fourth lines.Han Shaojun originally thought that Jiang Chen had lost contact with her, but he didn't expect the goodbye to be so sudden.

Lin Zhuyan poured wine for Han Shaojun, filled it for Jiang Chen, and then sat beside Jiang Chen with a big smile.

Han Shaojun mechanically sat down on the sofa on one side: "Don't throw away your mobile phone in the future."

Jiang Chen hugged Lin Zhuyan's shoulders loudly: "I see, didn't you just say so?"

Han Shaojun twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to squeeze a smile, but found that even a wry smile was so difficult.

"I haven't seen Young Master Han for a long time, but I always miss the days when we played together when we were young." Lin Zhuyan leaned on Jiang Chen and smiled sweetly.

"What's your name, Young Master Han? How many birth points! Do you call me Young Master Jiang?" Jiang Chen said.

"You are the young master!"

Lin Zhuyan tucked into Jiang Chen's arms shyly, Jiang Chen laughed as if enjoying it, and Han Shaojun stood aside dryly, as if sitting on pins and needles.

Han Shaojun couldn't stay any longer: "Then you continue to play, I'll go first."

"What are you in a hurry for?" Jiang Chen raised his head lazily.

"I have something else to do. I'll give you your phone on the way."

"You didn't even drink the wine that was poured for you, it's really shameful!"

The table was full of a glass of wine, which was poured by Lin Zhuyan, and Han Shaojun didn't even want to take a second look.

"I still have to drive." Han Shaojun kept smiling.

"It doesn't matter, just ask someone to drive it for you." In Jiang Chen's eyes, these are nothing at all.

Han Shaojun picked up the wine glass, as he always did, retreating step by step under Jiang Chen's pressing step by step, and in the end there was no way to retreat, he once suspected that even if there was a cup of poison in front of him, as long as Jiang Chen said to drink, he would drink it. will drink it.

After drinking the whole cup, Han Shaojun's throat seemed to be on fire.

"Go and do your work!" Jiang Chen waved his hand, as if forgiving.

Han Shaojun walked out of the box.A glass of wine was nothing to him, but Han Shaojun felt dizzy and couldn't see anything clearly in the vast whiteness in front of him. He walked out of the famous building just by intuition, and he didn't even realize that he bumped into someone.

The doorman called someone to drive for him, and he leaned on the back seat to let himself go, letting the cold wind hit his face.

How ridiculous is this?After finally making up his mind to confess to his friend who has had a crush on him for more than ten years, he saw the scene of him hugging a girl and being affectionate.Then what made Jiang Chen furious before?Is it just because he has a "girlfriend" without telling him?Is all the ambiguity just my imagination?Is it still a dream to look forward to?

"Mr. Han, here we are."

Han Shaojun woke up in shock, only then did he realize that he was already at the door of his house.He took out his wallet and handed over the money, and saw a handsome face: "It's you."

"Thank you, Mr. Han." Chen Weining took the money, "I happened to be changing shifts, and I followed you when I saw you stumbling along. I heard that you wanted someone to drive for you, so I volunteered."

Han Shaojun rubbed his eyebrows and smiled politely at him.

Chen Weining handed over the car keys to Han Shaojun, and asked worriedly, "Mr. Han, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"Do I look sick?" Han Shaojun straightened his face. He didn't want to show his weak side in front of others, let alone someone he didn't know very well and was younger than himself.

Chen Weining was keenly aware of Han Shaojun's displeasure, and hurriedly lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han."

Han Shaojun, who was not used to using his posture to overwhelm others, softened his heart when facing the boy, and gave him more money: "Thank you for taking me back. It's not easy to take a taxi here, and you may need to walk a little bit more. Thanks for your hard work."

"No need, Mr. Han, you have already given a lot."

"Take it." Han Shaojun handed him the money without hesitation.

After entering the house and turning on the light in the living room, Han Shaojun realized that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, and returned home hungry without even anything to satisfy his hunger.

The model parts that had been scattered all over the floor last night were still intact, and the broken spaceship was like a defeated wreck, lying on the carpet desolately.Han Shaojun simply threw the broken table into the yard, piled the damaged spaceship among the sofas, swept the parts together, sorted them patiently, and then glued them together again.

It was as if he had returned to his childhood, whenever Jiang Chen had fun with girls, he would stay at home alone and put together models without sleep, and one after another finished products were born.

Jiang Chen is an excellent golfer, he always firmly controls the rhythm, or gives some sweetness, or gives some face, and then simply withdraws away, just like he hits a ball at random, forcing himself to be exhausted, but I am so persistent, chasing that small ball endlessly, even if the hope is slim, even if I am exhausted, I will try my best to catch it, but in fact, I am not his opponent at all.

He suddenly felt like a prisoner who had been sentenced to life imprisonment. He wanted to break free but had nowhere to escape. He was looking forward to the switch knife being ordered, but he would never be able to wait for that day.Even Lin Zhuyan will have someone else, but it won't be him anyway.

There is no other way but to bury himself in the world of models. He was like this ten years ago. Ten years later, he has grown up and can shoulder heavy responsibilities. But facing Jiang Chen, he is still a person who is deeply in love Overwhelmed boy.

Han Shaojun knew that what Xiao Jin said was right, if he ignored Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen would naturally turn around, but he also knew that he couldn't do it, so he could only sink in helplessness and bitterness.

Sleepy, tired, unknowingly fell asleep on the sofa.

When Han Shaojun woke up, he saw Jiang Chen sitting on the sofa opposite him, holding the custard bag Shunmao, snoring comfortably with the custard bag in his arms.For a moment, Han Shaojun thought he was still in a dream.

"Jiang Chen, why are you here?" Han Shaojun smiled very hopelessly.

"I came to see you." Jiang Chen reprimanded solemnly, "If you don't sleep on a good bed, why sleep on the sofa? Are you not afraid of catching a cold?"

Han Shaojun looked down and saw that his body was covered with a blanket, which was thin but could dispel the severe winter cold.

"I brought you breakfast. It's in the restaurant. Go wash it up and eat it. It should still be hot."

There were steaming hot biscuits on the dining table. Han Shaojun lifted the lid of the box, and the aroma came out. After taking a bite, it was crispy and delicious, with a suitable salty aroma.

Jiang Chen hugged the custard bag and sat across from him, rubbing his face against its back, the custard bag stretched in the sun. "I remember you said that their biscuits are delicious, so I just bought them."

He said it casually, but Han Shaojun knew that this store was opened by an old couple. Because the biscuits taste good and they only serve them in the morning, the queue for buying biscuits every day is like a long queue. If you arrive a little later, they will be sold out. .

"It's been a long queue."

Jiang Chen didn't hide it from Han Shaojun: "No, I bought it from someone else, it just cost a little more money."

"But there are six biscuits here, I remember they limit each person to two."

"That's right, I bought it from three people." Jiang Chen turned his face aside in embarrassment.

A well-dressed Jiang Chen stopped people on the side of the road to buy biscuits, Han Shaojun thought it was funny when he imagined this scene.

"You can eat too." Han Shaojun pushed the biscuits in front of him, "You bought too much."

"I'm afraid you don't have enough to eat!" Jiang Chen grabbed a sesame seed cake and coughed, "Actually, I wanted to try it myself. You always said it was delicious, so I just wanted to try how delicious it is."

Han Shaojun narrowed his eyes with a smile: "What do you want to drink, milk or coffee?"

In fact, Han Shaojun no longer cared about the taste of the biscuits. When this breakfast was served on the table, Han Shaojun had already forgotten all the unhappiness of last night.For a moment, Han Shaojun was refreshed and energetic.

Since he was hungry last night till now, Han Shaojun's appetite has been whetted, and he ate two biscuits in a few mouthfuls. When he reached for the third biscuit, Jiang Chen had just finished the first biscuit.

"Hungry like this? You didn't have dinner?"

Jiang Chen just said that casually, but accidentally hit the truth.

"Too busy to take care of it." Han Shaojun made up an excuse, "Besides, there is nothing to eat at home."

"Let me just say, if you can cook, you won't have nothing to eat at home. It's easy for me to eat."

"It's the first time I've heard Cengfan Ceng so upright." Han Shaojun's long-standing thoughts were shaken for a moment, "You really want to eat what I make?"

Jiang Chen picked up the second biscuit: "I just want to try it. Your hands are so skillful, it must be better than others."

Some people say it unintentionally, and some people keep it in mind.Although Han Shaojun didn't say anything, he silently made a decision.

Seeing that Han Shaojun's speed of eating biscuits slowed down, Jiang Chen said again: "I have something to ask you. I heard that you plan to invest in a TV series?"

"I have a friend who is a producer. He has a book he wants to shoot and is looking for an investor, so he found me. I don't know much about it, and I'm not very interested, but since he found me, It’s not easy for me to refuse, so let’s test the waters.” At first, Han Shaojun told the ins and outs of the matter without vigilance, but after he finished speaking, he realized something, “Why are you asking this? Who told you I want to invest in TV dramas? I haven't written my horoscope yet, and I haven't even signed the contract yet."

"Don't worry about who said it." Jiang Chen sat next to Han Shaojun, put an arm on his shoulder, "Then sign it, now as long as it's not too outrageous, you can make money by shooting any TV series, and that's included. I have one."

"And then?" Han Shaojun's voice became colder, "You invested money, and then, what are the additional conditions?"

"Leave me a role, and I don't need a heroine, just the second female and the third female."

Han Shaojun's face sank completely: "For Lin Zhuyan? You spent so much money just to praise Lin Zhuyan?"

"Just for fun, what's the big deal." Jiang Chen said indifferently.

Han Shaojun's heart, which had just been warmed up, was as silent as volcanic ash. He took a bite of sesame seed cakes, and he felt like chewing wax.