Jane Sanshao's love story

Jian Qiubai approached him flatteringly and said with a smile, "I'm Xiaobai."

Yuan Chengyi looked at his silly appearance, held back the smile in his heart and said sullenly

"I mean our dog, who said you."

Jian Qiubai curled her lips, "Can you stop naming the puppy?"

"What's wrong with calling it Xiaobai? That's our dog, I can call it whatever I want."

"But I'm also called Xiaobai."

"What a joke!" Yuan Chengyi snorted coldly, "There are tens of thousands of people called Xiaobai in the world, but just because you are called Xiaobai, is our Xiaobai not allowed to be called Xiaobai?"

Hearing our Xiaobai one by one, Jian Qiubai felt really bitter and astringent.

After so many years of mixing, it is impossible to mix with a dog.

"Just call me!" Jian Qiubai kicked his legs and leaned on the back of the chair and said weakly, "Anyway, no one usually calls me Xiaobai."

Yuan Chengyi didn't speak.

After a moment of silence, Jian Qiubai looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "I'm leaving first, I have to go to work later."

Yuan Chengyi frowned, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Isn't there no food for me?"

Yuan Chengyi hummed, then suddenly lowered his head and sniffed the Hu spicy soup filled with deep-fried dough sticks just now, and said

"Damn it, how many times have I told the boss not to put chili or not to put chili, why can't the old man understand and ruin my bowl of fried dough sticks."

The corners of Jian Qiubai's mouth twitched slightly, "How can there be no chili peppers in the Hu spicy soup, don't be too difficult to be the boss, okay?"

Yuan Chengyi clicked his tongue and pushed the bowl to Jian Qiubai, "You are limited to half an hour to finish this bowl of soup for me, damn it, you will get angry when you see it."

Jian Qiubai was hungry, and saw that he disliked hot and spicy soup, so he took it in a hurry, sat on the chair, took a disposable chopsticks, lowered his head and began to eat fried dough sticks.

The breakfast restaurant Yuan Chengyi chose is pretty good.

The fried dough sticks are very crispy and fragrant, and the Hu spicy soup is also tender and delicious. The meat and vegetables in the soup are properly matched, which is very appetizing.

Jian Qiubai was eating in full swing, unaware that a pair of dark, bottomless eyes on the top of her head were watching him silently.

"Is it tasty?"

Yuan Chengyi leaned against the back of his chair and asked suddenly.

Jian Qiubai was enjoying the meal, and without raising his head, he replied, "It's delicious, the soup is very fresh, and the deep-fried dough sticks are also fragrant, and the fried sticks are so crispy."

Yuan Chengyi suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the bowl from under his mouth.

Jian Qiubai was stunned, and while chewing the food in his mouth, he raised his head and asked vaguely, "What are you doing?"

Yuan Chengyi stared at him and asked, "Do you still want to eat?"

Jian Qiubai nodded, "I only ate a little."

"Then promise me one thing."

"what?"

"Forget about that shitty first love of yours."

"what?"

"Don't play dumb with me." Yuan Chengyi slammed the bowl in his hand on the table with a slap.

The soup overflowed and spilled all over the corner of the table, and the anger that had endured all morning finally broke out.

Yuan Chengyi looked at Jian Qiubai with a ferocious face and said, "You can understand what I said. I don't care who that person is, where he is now, or what it has to do with you. In short, you'd better forget him for me." Clean it up!"

Jian Qiubai frowned and muttered, "This kind of thing can't just be forgotten."

"Ha!" Yuan Chengyi sneered, "What do you mean? Are you saying that you can't forget him?"

"No." Jian Qiubai grabbed the tablecloth and said, "After all, you are the first person you fall in love with, and the impression is always deep, so it is difficult to forget."

It's rare that he hasn't come out for five years, and he can't forget it after such a long time, and he doesn't intend to forget it.

Yuan Chengyi stood up from the chair, and walked back and forth by the table for a few steps like a trapped animal.

Looking at his livid face, Jian Qiubai couldn't help but persuade him, "Don't be angry, I'm not saying you won't forget, but you have to give me some time."

"What can't be forgotten!" Yuan Chengyi yelled at him, "What is there to remember about a turtle bastard like that!"

Jian Qiubai was unhappy, "He's not a turtle bastard!"

"Damn it." Yuan Chengyi spat. "What makes you like it is either a fucking mentally handicapped or an idiot. It's definitely not a good thing."

Jian Qiubai shouted anxiously from the bottom of her heart, "Yuan Chengyi, don't say that about yourself."

"No." Jian Qiubai kept shaking his head and whispered, "He's not an idiot."

Yuan Chengyi seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and rushed in front of him, pinched Jian Qiubai's shoulder and stared at him.

"Do you still like him now?"

Jian Qiubai's eyes flickered, and she lowered her eyelids and said falteringly, "I... I'm actually still... um, um...

Yuan Chengyi took him into his arms and blocked his lips with a kiss without any explanation. The flexible tip of his tongue swept from left to right in the warm mouth, fully occupying his posture.

Jian Qiubai was panting from being kissed.

Yuan Chengyi let go of him and pressed his forehead, his voice was hoarse, "I forbid you to like him, forbid you to miss him, and forbid you to remember him."

"I do not have."

"I don't care if you have it or not!" Yuan Chengyi pushed Jian Qiubai's head into his arms like a fool, hugged him tightly and said, "Anyway, you are not allowed to like him anymore, you are mine now, mine."

Jian Qiubai sighed, "I know I belong to you."

Yuan Chengyi whispered, "My life is mine."

Jian Qiubai's body froze, and her beating heart suddenly stopped.

"Yuan Chengyi." Jian Qiubai raised his chin, and asked cautiously, "Did you just say...a lifetime?"

Yuan Chengyi's face changed, and after a long silence, he said in a deep voice, "No, you heard it wrong."

Jian Qiubai let out an "oh", lowered her eyes, covering her frustration and loss.

Yuan Chengyi pushed the bowl towards Jian Qiubai's hand and said

"Hurry up and drink the spicy soup, I'm going to the company soon."

"Ah."

Jian Qiubai sat down again, picked up the chopsticks and lowered her head, eating the soup with fried dough sticks.

After drinking for a while, he raised his head and asked as if remembering something, "Should I go to your house to cook for Yuan Yingying at noon today?"