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Shen Yan didn't feel at all relaxed when he just confessed the thing that was on his mind the most. After all, he still felt a little sorry for handing over such a dangerous thing to a girl.

What they didn't expect was that only half a day had passed since he was attacked, and Lu Chen came to the door with a bunch of supplements.

Now he lives in the police force, and Lu Chen is so generous to find him, his psychological quality is really not so good.

In his capacity, the supplements he brought were naturally of great value.

But what interested Shen Yan the most was the thermos he was carrying in his hand.

Because of Shen Yan's injury, Zhan Feng was still a little bit impatient. He changed his image of a handsome and noble young man in the past, and when he saw Lu Chen, his whole body exuded an aura that we don't welcome you at all, a sign of driving you away. Very serious.

"What are you doing here?" I don't know what to ask, Zhan Feng's posture looks like he is going to drive people out.

However, Lu Chen didn't care about him, and raised the things he was carrying in his hand generously: "I heard that Shen Yan was injured, I'll come and visit."

"we do not--"

"Zhan Feng!" Before Zhan Feng could finish speaking, Shen Yan interrupted him.

Zhan Feng looked at him sullenly, with an extremely reluctance in his expression.

It seems that he really regrets his decision to allow Shen Yan to contact Lu Chen.

But things have come to this point, there are some things that there is no medicine for regret.

"Please go out and close the door for us outside." Shen Yan even smiled at him.

If that smile wasn't so beating, maybe he would be happier.

Zhan Feng wanted to say something else, but when he met Shen Yan's gaze, he immediately faltered, and then took a deep look at Lu Chen, and he really took the door out.

Lu Chen shrugged, walked in, put down his things, and sat on the sofa: "It seems that he really doesn't welcome me."

Shen Yan said embarrassedly: "His character is like this, I hope you don't mind."

Lu Chen bowed his hands and said indifferently: "I'm here to see you, not him. Come on, let's not mention him. You can try the lean meat porridge made by my aunt at home. When I'm not healthy I like to eat this."

As Lu Chen spoke, he opened the insulated box, and the rich aroma of porridge filled the room from time to time.

This smell can't help but make Shen Yan move his index finger.

"It's really thoughtful to be able to bring this here." Although Shen Yan spoke politely, his eyes that stared at the box of porridge had already revealed his thoughts.

Looking at his shining eyes, Lu Chen couldn't help but chuckle: "You really haven't changed at all."

Shen Yan froze for a moment.

The movements of Lu Chen's hands were also paused, and then he smiled and said, "Every time I listen to your lectures, you always have this expression when you talk about interesting topics."

The expression on the speech...is the same as the expression on eating porridge?

Shen Yan couldn't help being a little dumbfounded: "No way?"

Lu Chen smiled, but did not reply.

He continued with the movements in his hands, poured out the lean meat porridge from the skillful tug-of-war, filled a bowl full, and brought it to Shen Yan: "Try it, see if you like it."

Shen Yan took a sip with a spoon, and the meaty porridge immediately filled his lips and teeth.

This taste... seems to be indescribably familiar.

It was as if he had been surrounded by this smell since he was a child.

Shen Yan couldn't help but clenched the spoon in his hand: "Who do you think made this?"

Lu Chen's eyes flickered, and he replied with a smile, "Didn't I tell you that? The aunt who cooks at my house. How is it? Isn't she a good cook?"

Shen Yan smiled, and continued to say to him: "It's delicious, where is this aunt's house, do you know?"

"It seems... from a rural area in the northwest, I don't know the details, why? You want to find an aunt to cook there?" Lu Chen couldn't help but joke.

Shen Yan shook his head, lowered his head and took another mouthful of porridge before speaking again: "I eat enough for the whole family all day, so I don't need others to cook for me."

However, did this bowl of porridge really come from his aunt, as Lu Chen said?

The taste in his mouth was so familiar that Shen Yan couldn't help feeling that he had eaten it thousands of times.

Who is Lu Chen?Why was he always able to feel that part of his forgotten past when he was beside Lu Chen.

Although it seems that there are only strands of fragments, which make people fall into the fog and make it harder to see clearly, behind these strands, it seems that the deepest fetters are hidden.

Make him impossible to ignore.

Not wanting to entangle himself too much on this issue, Shen Yan concentrated on finishing the bowl of porridge, wiped his mouth, and asked Lu Chen hesitantly, "How do you know I'm injured?"

Fearing that another occurrence of the Speeding Party would disturb the hearts of the people, as soon as this incident came out, they immediately blocked the news.

Besides, the place where he had the accident was so remote, there were no witnesses at all, few people knew about it, and even less people knew that it was him who was injured.

Lu Chen smiled at him, as if he didn't shy away from it at all, and said, "Why do you ask such a tactful question? You already doubt me in your heart, right?"

He was still eating the porridge brought by others in his mouth, if he really admitted frankly, he did have doubts about them, and it seemed that it was indeed a bit too unreasonable.

Shen Yan touched his nose, and said vaguely: "No, it's just that there are some things that need to be asked clearly."

Lu Chen smiled, and didn't seem to care about his doubts.

He took the bowl from Shen Yan, and poured him another bowl of porridge: "Ming people don't speak secretly, I know what you doubt me, and I know that our identities are at odds, but Shen Yan, you have to remember Hold on, the person who hurt you can never be me."

Lu Chen's words almost made the conflict between them clear.

In the past, he had never admitted so bluntly the identity confrontation between the two. In front of Shen Yan, his actions often made people wonder, and some were unreasonable.

But for some reason, Shen Yan knew intellectually that the words of the person opposite him could not be trusted, but he still couldn't help but want to believe what he said.

This strange feeling has been with Lu Chen since the first day he met him.

Shen Yan tightly held the porridge in his hand, nodded almost imperceptibly: "I know."

Even though it was unbelievable for the two of them to have such a conversation, Shen Yan still felt that only this way of getting along was normal between them.

An indescribable atmosphere lingered between them, two people who shouldn't have any tacit understanding, but at this moment, they had a perfect understanding.

Shen Yan was silent for a while before asking again: "Do you know who is going to kill me? Right?"