After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

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The boss was stunned for two seconds, and then gave the person a hard look. From the scribbled trouser legs to the slightly splayed feet, he slowly took a breath. He has opened a shop in this area for more than [-] years. He thought he was someone who had seen the world, but this time he lost his eyes and didn't see that the other party was a woman.

But after all, it is an old fried dough stick who has opened the store for so many years, and has a good adaptability. He smiled winkingly and said, "Road. Ah, did you make an appointment, then go this way."

"Thank you."

"Wow, I thought you would cover it up, but I didn't expect it to be 007." There was a man in the box who also wore a black hat—a real man. He thanked the boss and smiled at the visitor, " Did you cut your hair?"

The person who came took off his hat, smoothed the short hair that reached to the ears with his hands, sat cross-legged on the soft cushion, and replied: "Well, just in case."

She put her hat on the table and said, "Being like a man by your side will save a lot of trouble than being a woman."

"Really, there are quite a few rumors that I am a man and woman." Bian Boxian raised his eyebrows. He is obviously a person who often surfs the Internet, and there is a kind of understanding in his jokes. "Haven't you seen it? Netizens The ones that were passed on?"

Jian Wuyu didn't bother to talk to him, and went straight to the point: "What's the purpose of calling me this time?"

"Hey, do you have any intentions?" Bian Boxian took out the metal chopsticks and spoons from the long box and gave them to her, and then busy himself with making the sauce, "Do you eat coriander?"

"eat you……"

"Garlic, I don't like it, do you like it? Give you some?"

"can."

"A little more vinegar and a little more soy sauce?"

"vinegar."

"Hey, I like a little more soy sauce."

Jian Wuyu watched Bian Boxian busy with cold eyes.

Bian Baekhyun behaved too relaxed and at ease towards her, as if he was having a dinner with his friends, not only constantly revealing his private information, but also used a lot of intimate tone words when speaking.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

When the sauce was ready, Bian Boxian stirred it with chopsticks, bit the tip of the chopsticks to taste the taste, and the expression on his face immediately relaxed: "Oh, it's delicious."

He clicked his tongue in admiration, and sucked his saliva: "Today, I ordered beef tenderloin, pork belly, and seasoned ribs. The seasoned ribs are the best with rice. With this sauce, wow, it's a steal."

Jian Wuyu looked at him blankly and said to himself, knowing that the other party would never pay attention to him when he brought up serious matters at this time, after a long while, he said, "You are coming back recently, and you won't be doing body management anymore?"

"It doesn't matter," Bian Boxian's thin face raised an air, almost confident, "It's not me who ordered it, I just watch you eat it."

"It doesn't matter who eats it," Jian Wuyu propped his arms on the ground, sat back, raised his chin slightly and stared lazily at Bian Boxian, and said, "The manager of the car doesn't know that you come out to meet me."

Bian Boxian tilted his head and gave a chuckle, then slowly raised his eyelids: "I don't need to report my private schedule to him one by one."

He narrowed his eyes: "What do you think?"

"I just won the company's outstanding employee award, and I came out to meet with women who have no work relationship in private," Jian Wuyu looked at him, and said sarcastically, "The car manager is very lucky to have an artist like you."

"That's right," Bian Baekhyun also had a thick skin, "Because of me, he has raised a lot of salary."

"Bian Baekhyun."

Jian Wuyu finally lost her remaining patience in such meaningless push and pull. She was not a patient person, nor did she want to be a patient person.

She slowly sat up straight, the indifference in her eyes passing through the lens like sharp arrows, her tone sank: "Don't waste my time."

These words were too strong, Bian Boxian had his own self-esteem, he raised his eyebrows, his expression turned cold, his gaze almost cut to Jian Wuyu like a blade.

The two were evenly matched and stalemate.

It happened that the boss added two bottles of shochu and side dishes at this time, and warmed up the baking tray graciously, took out the black plate containing the meat from the tray, and said with a smile, "Enjoy it, both of you."

Bian Boxian and Jian Wuyu almost instantly restrained the indifference of their brows and eyes, and responded with a gentle smile: "Inside."

When the boss exited the private room, the two looked back at the same time, and then fell on the hypocritical and perfect smile arc at the corner of the other's mouth, and their eyes flashed admiration and ridicule for each other.

Bian Baekhyun: "You can pretend."

Jian Wuyu: "You're not bad, too."

Bian Boxian looked at Jian Wuyu's calm look, laughed, and said softly: "It seems that we are a match made in heaven."

Jian Wuyu looked at Bian Boxian's ease of use, adjusted his glasses, and smiled politely: "I think the term "wretched gang" is more appropriate."

The two looked at each other critically, and suddenly laughed, like two psychopaths.

"I'm looking for you this time because I want to know more about you. After all, you are the one who wants to protect me," Bian Boxian picked up the bottle and filled Jian Wuyu's glass, and put the bottle away silently, with a tone of voice Laughing, "It's said that drinking and eating meat is easy to do. I didn't expect you to not eat this."

Jian Wuyu took the glass of wine that Bian Baexian poured for her, her eyes floated on the clear liquid, and her voice was very calm: "If you want to know anything, just ask, I have nothing to hide."

Bian Boxian raised the corners of his mouth as if triumphant, and looked up at her: "You said it, then I asked. Didn't I always call you 'you'? Although I can call you Lu Yuxiao, it's not you First, I want to know your name."

"I don't know." Jian Wuyu's answer was very concise.

"Huh?" Baekhyun frowned, his light pink lips pouted subconsciously, "Don't you know your name?"

"I don't know anything about my life as myself," Jian Wuyu looked at him calmly, and said, "So don't waste time asking these."

Her dark eyes reminded Bian Baekhyun of the first time she met her. At that time, she met him as an illegitimate fan. When she looked in the mirror, her eyes seemed to be looking at someone else through her own skin. Extraordinarily mysterious and eerie.

Bian Boxian took a deep breath, and asked something that a mortal had to question: "Aren't you human?"

"I'm not human."

A big living person sits opposite you and eats barbecue with you, drinks wine, has a shadow and body temperature, but tells you that she is not a human being.

Nonsense.

Indeed, nonsense.

Bian Boxian only felt that the reality of the sizzling baking pan in front of him and the rising white smoke could not suppress the emptiness that the other party made him feel at this moment.

He moved his throat and asked with difficulty: "Then what are you?"

Jian Wuyu took a sip of his wine, his eyes pierced through the white mist, as if through endless reincarnation, the wandering wild ghost finally found someone to listen to her story one day.

"When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, when a ghost dies, he looks like a ghost, if he dies, he hopes, if he wishes, he dies, and if he dies, it's a little, and death is invisible." She swung her wine glass, and she didn't know whether she was laughing or sighing. To this day, I don’t even know what I am.”

The sea is full of rivers and rivers, and the mountains are too high.

Looking at the world, it was full of anecdotes and strange things, but no one answered for her.

Multitasking

Bian Boxian is not an ordinary person.

From the time when Bian Boxian believed her nonsense and called her name before she died, Jian Wuyu knew very clearly that this person's mind was abnormal.

Therefore, he can see her.

"You are very special," Jian Wuyu said while sitting upright, turning over the oily pork belly on the grill, "You are the first person to recognize me and believe me in such a long time."

Bian Baekhyun raised his clear eyes to look at her, shrugged his shoulders, as if he never doubted her, and said naturally: "You don't mean to hide, it's easy to recognize you."

Jian Wuyu was noncommittal: "Really?"

She hooked the corners of her lips, savoring the "easy" he said, shaking her head and said: "There are so many similar people in the world, and it is unreasonable to think that they are the same person because of the same way of speaking or behavior. After all, I The corpses of each reincarnation do exist."

"Just like Jin Meizhu, she actually knows that I am very similar to An Yan." Jian Wuyu picked up the grilled meat and placed it under the light, the glistening gravy dripped, and the charcoal fire made a "squeaky" sound.

"I didn't deliberately change my behavior. I still comforted her with the same tone and gestures. She noticed it, but she didn't think that Lin Sen and An Yan were the same person, because An Yan was indeed dead."

Bian Baekhyun looked at her: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that her thoughts are normal." Jian Wuyu put the meat into Bian Baekhyun's silver bowl, put down the clip, sat up straight, and looked deeply into Bian Baekxian's eyes, "So, you special."

"It made me think you liked me," Bian Boxian curled his lips slightly, and squinted at Jian Wuyu, "Has no one recognized you for so many years? What about your parents?"

"No."

"Friend, classmate?"

"No."

Bian Boxian raised his eyebrows: "Not at all?"

"Maybe there was one. At that time, my name was Wei Xin, and I had a boyfriend." Jian Wuyu said calmly without any trace of nostalgia on his face.

"Did he recognize you?"

Bian Baekhyun stared at her dark brown eyeballs, and saw that she suddenly raised her eyelids and looked straight into his eyes. Her dark pupils seemed to attract people, and she smiled very shallowly at him who was slightly dazed. Meaning is fleeting.

"He recognized me," Jian Wuyu's calm voice came from the sound of oil, water and sparks colliding, every word caught his ear, "Unfortunately, he doesn't dare to recognize me, unlike you."

Bian Baekhyun blinked slowly, tilted his head, bent his dark eyes, and smiled subtly: "You are implying that I am more suitable to be your boyfriend