When infatuated by taking off the ring [Entertainment]

Luo Jia was carrying a chicken soup pot, passing by the door, and saw two tall men standing at the door, he looked at them curiously: "What are you two doing?"

The two quickly released their hands and looked at each other. Wen Yifan rolled up the sleeves of his suit, went up to Luo Jia and said, "I'll help you."

"No need." Luo Jia dodged, "I'll take it over, you go get the chopsticks."

Wen Yifan nodded, pulled his sleeves up a bit, went into the kitchen to wash his hands and helped with chopsticks and spoons, and asked Luo Jia, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

This scene made Fu Sinian angry for some reason, he stared at Wen Yifan coldly, Wen Yifan noticed his gaze, and smiled slightly at Fu Sinian.

Fu Sinian narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a fake smile, then stood up, squeezed into the kitchen as well, reached out his hand to take the tableware in Wen Yifan's hand, and said:

"Let me come, you are a guest, Mr. Wen."

Wen Yifan didn't want to let go, held the end of the chopsticks, and said very gently: "Luo Jia asked me to take it."

Fu Sinian wanted to say something, but his hands were empty, Luo Jia stood beside them, and took the chopsticks.

The two let go of their hands at the same time, but their eyes still did not move away. They stared at each other firmly. For a moment, the space in the kitchen became extremely narrow, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

"Do you have any grudges?"

"No." Wen Yifan and Fu Sinian said in unison.

Luo Jia took the chopsticks out of the kitchen and said as she walked, "I don't understand things in the business field, so don't quarrel, at least have a good meal first."

The dining table is rectangular, and the main seat in the middle has never been moved. After staying for a few days, Luo Jia and Fu Sinian sat opposite each other.

Today, Luo Jia sat in the row on the left as usual. As soon as he took his seat, the seat next to him was pulled away by two people at the same time.

The two hit the bar again, looking at each other, like two bulls leaning on each other's horns, neither willing to let go.

No matter how slow Luo Jia was, he realized that these two people should have some kind of enmity, but the circle has always paid attention to superficial harmony, no matter how much they hate and hate, they rarely say it on the surface.

It was the first time I saw Luo Jia who was facing each other like the two of them.

He sighed, stood up, picked up his soup bowl and sat across, sat down by himself, and said, "I'll sit here, you two sit in a row, don't quarrel, what can't be talked about?" Let’s talk in the conference room, and have a good meal now.”

Only then did Wen Yifan let go, sat down on Luo Jia's seat just now, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, don't quarrel, and have a good meal. Mr. Fu, please."

When Fu Sinian got up in the morning, he was wearing a T-shirt, but he changed his clothes at some point, looking quite formal and elegant.

He rolled up the shirt sleeves on his body and rolled them slightly to the elbows, looking handsome and refined, arrogant and indifferent, picked up the porcelain spoon, and started to drink the soup quietly.

Wen Yifan picked up a piece of tofu and said, "This tofu is delicious." Then, he looked at Luo Jia, "How's your voice?"

Luo Jia smiled and said: "There shouldn't be any problem, as long as it's delicious, if you like it I often cook it, so call Sister Yue."

Fu Sinian's spoon paused for a moment, probably wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, and he also picked up tofu, and several pieces.

It's a pity that Luo Jia lowered her head to drink the soup and didn't see his movements.

Wen Yifan continued: "Next time, don't work so hard. If word spreads, I will be scolded, Wen Yifan, as a capitalist who exploits employees."

Everyone present knew why Luo Jia worked so hard.It's just that some people don't care, and feel that that period of the past is over.And someone was trampled on the tiger's tail, grinning and trying to fight back.

Fu Sinian raised his eyelids slightly, and said calmly: "Yes. Tell me what resources you want, you are mine, and no one will give you face."

Luo Jia nodded, her mind was completely on the steamed sea bass, and she felt that her cooking skills had improved a lot. If she couldn't sing in the future, she could find a restaurant and let him be the cook.

Wen Yifan continued to provoke Fu Sinian, but Fu Sinian remained calm, showing that he was a legal partner, and that he had countless resources, so he had enough capital and financial resources.

The two of them went back and forth, a meal was like a war, the dark place was full of swords, gunfire, the air was getting more and more scorching, as if the table would turn over in the next second, the two of them were like an enraged villain. Wolves, fight hard and tear off a piece of each other's flesh, preferably bloody.

Luo Jia had almost finished his meal, there were still a lot of dishes left on the table, the fish had barely moved, and there was still a big pot of soup. He asked:

"Isn't it delicious? I think it's delicious, but the dishes haven't moved much."

"It's delicious." Wen Yifan smiled, "It's just that Mr. Fu and I hit it off right away, and we hit it off very well."

Wen Yifan stood up, pushed away the chair, and said, "Mr. Fu is really a very smart person, and he can also play tricks. It's very interesting to chat with you."

Fu Sinian looked indifferent, without raising his eyebrows, he said: "Now that Xiao Jia is signed in your studio, I have to ask you to take good care of him, you can talk to me anytime."

"must."

After eating and clearing the table, Wen Yifan was about to leave. Before leaving, he said to Luo Jia:

"Take care of yourself, this show will end soon."

Luo Jia nodded and said: "You are like my family members, don't worry, I'm fine."

Wen Yifan patted him on the shoulder, raised the car keys in his hand, left, walked a few steps, turned around and saw Luo Jia was still standing at the door looking at him, he waved and said, "Go back, it's hot outside. "

Fu Sinian stood at the back with a cold face, watching the two people send each other off, he just wanted to sneer.

As if he were dead.

Luo Jia closed the door, turned around and planned to go upstairs.

Fu Sinian was about to trouble him, but he saw a little tired look on Luo Jia's face, rubbing his wrists while walking upstairs, as if he was too tired to speak.

For some reason, Fu Sinian saw Luo Jia's expression, and all the cold and sarcastic words were on the verge of his lips, so he stopped and swallowed them all, like a cannon barrel soaked in rain, after brewing for a long time, finally A wisp of smoke rose faintly.

The depression and dissatisfaction piled up in his heart, and his whole heart seemed to be stuffed into a balloon full of inflation, with nowhere to vent.He hammered the wall resentfully, and made another note of Wen Yifan in his heart.

……

As the evening approached, Fu Sinian went downstairs after finishing his work, and saw Luo Jia alone in the kitchen.

Hearing the sound of the stairs, Luo Jia turned her head and said, "Si Nian, please help me, we have finished the task."

Fu Sinian glanced at Xu Luojia coldly, said oh, and went back to his room to change into a new dress, which is more convenient for work.

Fu Sinian walked to the kitchen, stood in the middle of the kitchen with his hands down, and said, "I don't know how to cook, let me do the washing."

"Huh?" Luo Jia said, "No need to wash, we ate at noon, and there are still a lot of dishes left."

Fu Sinian raised his eyebrows: "That's it?"

Luo Jia nodded and said: "Yes, that's it, otherwise it will be a waste, and there will be a lot of dishes."

"Then let's do the task tomorrow." Fu Sinian gave in slightly.

Luo Jia shook her head, lit the chicken soup on the stove, and said without raising her head, "No more."

"Why? You don't know how to cook? Don't lie to me, I know you can. You have done it before." Fu Sinian was a little stubborn, staring straight at Luo Jia's back.

Xu Luojia put his hands on the dressing table, lowered his head, and couldn't see his facial features clearly. His hair covered his side face. He said softly, "Yes, but I can't do it."

Fu Sinian took out his phone, called up a photo, and handed it to Xu Luojia.

It was the wedding anniversary, when Luo Jia cooked the meal and sent it to Fu Sinian, asking him to come back and have dinner together to celebrate.

There are two large plates of Italian risotto on it, golden soft and glutinous, with a very attractive buttery aroma. The roasted veal shank is served on a black iron plate, still steaming, and the fried chicken breast with rosemary is placed on the plate. The plate is very delicate, coupled with creamy soup, and large ice cream, the square ice cubes look very cold and refreshing.

Everything looks so beautiful and sweet.

Wechat pictures will expire. Fortunately, Fu Sinian didn't know what happened at the time, so he raised his hand and saved this picture.

Now he pulled it out, put it straight in front of Luo Jia, and said, "Make this for me. No, let's go together."

Luo Jia raised his hand and slapped Fu Sinian's cell phone, it fell to the ground with a click, but no one paid any attention to it.

Those painful memories flooded up again, making Luo Jia feel cold all over, he rarely lost control, turned around, raised his head, with helplessness and pain in his eyes:

"I no longer want to cook for you with my heart."

After finishing speaking, he pushed Fu Sinian away, bypassed the mobile phone on the ground, and went upstairs directly.

Only Fu Sinian stood alone in the kitchen, watching the back of Xu Luojia leaving.

His fists clenched tightly for some reason, many times, the feeling of many times reappeared, he wanted to catch Xu Luojia back, pinch his chin, and let him swallow all the words that made him sad, Rotten in the stomach, never to be heard by him.

As for why you are sad, that is not important.The important thing is that whoever hurts him, he will repay it double, let the other party fall into a situation that is a hundred times more painful than him, let him fall into a complete hell, and never turn over.

This is what his family and life experience taught him, fighting, calculating, an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye.

But facing Xu Luojia, he couldn't do it.

I don't know when it started, but as soon as he imagined Xu Luojia's sad appearance, he was even sadder than him.

At first he didn't understand, and he didn't want to admit it. He thought it was a great threat to him, so he tortured Xu Luojia even more.

But later he couldn't bear it anymore. When Xu Luojia was undergoing surgery, he secretly accompanied him outside. When the doctor said that the anesthesia was almost over, he ran away.

Every night when Xu Luojia fell asleep, he would secretly go downstairs to see Luojia. He stood at the door, didn't go in, and looked inside from the small glass at the door.

But once the sun came out and the sky dawned, his rationality returned completely. He hated Xu Luojia and himself.

In the end, Xu Luojia filed for divorce, which was what he wanted, but why he became more and more depressed, sad, and at a loss.

……

Luo Jia didn't go downstairs to cook until evening, he still reheated the lunch, and asked Fu Sinian on WeChat: Do you want to come down for dinner.

Fu Sinian replied in seconds on WeChat: No.

He is still playing with his temper, so he must get what he wants, like a feast on his wedding anniversary.It was not leftovers that were eaten, and it was a meal made for Wen Yifan.

Seeing Fu Sinian's straightforward refusal, Luo Jia smiled helplessly, put away his phone, and started to eat by himself.

After eating, Luo Jia went upstairs, went to the room at the end, and gently knocked on the door:

"Let me cook a bowl of noodles for you."

Fu Sinian's cold and proud voice came from the room: "No need. As I said, don't knock on my door in the middle of the night."

Luo Jia murmured softly: "Okay."

Then I went back to my room, closed the door, and started to take a shower and go to bed.

In fact, Fu Sinian had been sitting by the door and listened for a long time, but there was really no footsteps outside the door. He opened the door and saw that there was no one there.

Xu Luojia really didn't care about him.

Looking at the empty, dark corridor, with the occasional evening wind blowing and the curtains moving slightly, Fu Sinian suddenly remembered a line from a movie.

That sentence turned into a sharp knife and pierced straight into his heart:

"Only those who are favored are qualified to be arrogant and indulgent. As for those who are abandoned and forgotten, they just wait for death and life, and they will not be exchanged for a glance."