Zhou Linzheng raised his eyebrows proudly towards his other brothers.
He must be smart, as he specifically asked the programmer about the osmanthus cake.
The pastry is made into the shape of petals and sprinkled with osmanthus flakes.
It looks exactly the same as the one Jiang Ningyan made for him.
Lu Bingchuan's dark eyes darkened and he picked up a piece.
The taste is exactly the same.
His expression turned cold instantly, "Where did this come from?"
Zhou Linzheng was stunned for a moment, "I just said, it's a state-owned restaurant."
Lu Bingchuan looked at him steadily, "Are you sure?"
The answer I got was a firm, "I'm sure, I bought it myself."
My heart felt like it was hit hard, and the sharp pain spread all the way to the gaps between my bones.
Lu Bingchuan's fingertips trembled, he closed his eyes, and became indifferent again.
The remaining few people looked at each other.
Wen Bo laughed and said, "My sister-in-law's cooking is definitely much better. How can it compare to the food in the state-owned restaurant? I'll just eat it all."
While they were talking, the door of the ward opened.
A wet figure walked in.
Lin Jingwan came out in a hurry and didn't bring an umbrella. She just carried a thermos and ran in the rain.
Her clothes were all wet, and the cold fabric stuck to her body, and she couldn't help shivering.
"Comrade Lu, you haven't had dinner yet, right?"
She walked to the bedside, opened the thermos very naturally, and took out the results of her busy afternoon.
The fragrance filled the entire ward.
"This is a new soup I learned to make. It's different from the ones you buy outside. You will definitely like it."
Lu Bingchuan opened his eyes and glanced at her coldly.
"You want others to think you're sincere, so you're deliberately not holding an umbrella?"
"No." Lin Jingwan hurriedly explained, "I just forgot..."
"Don't come over." Lu Bingchuan looked away, his voice flat.
"Don't pass the moisture on to me."
Lin Jingwan was stunned, slowly took a step back, and forced a smile on her face.
"Well, I'll put the soup here. Drink it while it's hot."
After saying that, she turned around and ran out of the ward quickly.
If it was a second later, tears would have burst out.
"Brother Lu, your words...are a bit hurtful."
Wen Bo tried to hold back, but still couldn't help but say it out loud.
He knew that Brother Lu was not used to being gentle with women, but these words were too harsh.
"I don't want to waste each other's time."
Lu Bingchuan said briefly, "You guys go, and take the things she brought with you."
After a while, the footsteps in the corridor disappeared.
Lu Bingchuan reached out and took out a photo from under the pillow.
The woman in the photo has fair skin, black hair, curved eyebrows, and a cute smile at the corner of her lips.
Pure and beautiful, like a flower bud just blooming in spring.
He had intended to take this photo with him when he carried out the mission.
Now, I can't leave for a moment.
Lu Bingchuan's slender fingers trembled slightly as he gently stroked the face of the woman in the photo.
The paranoia in his eyes spread wildly, sealing him off completely.
…
night.
The mirror was fogged, dimly reflecting two ambiguous and affectionate figures.
The woman raised her hands above her head and was held firmly by a big hand.
Her back was pressed against the cold wall, and in front of her was the man's hot and burning body.
The feeling of ice and fire stimulated her to tears, and sweet tones kept flowing out of her tightly bitten lips.
"Still running?" The man pinched her chin and forced her to look up.
"No, I won't run away..."
The man seemed dissatisfied with her answer and warned her in a deep voice while biting her ear.
"This time I'll just break your legs, next time..."
The man didn't say anything else, but gently stroked her neck with his slender fingers.
Fear instantly seeped into my bones.
Jiang Ningyan suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling with rapid breathing.
It took me a long time to come back to my senses.
She touched her hot cheeks and buried herself in the pillow.
I can’t remember how many times I’ve had this dream.
Lu Bingchuan was such a serious and old-fashioned person. He never acted seriously in her dreams and bullied her in various ways.
But…that warning is a little scary.
Even if she really ran away, Lu Bingchuan wouldn't be willing to do anything to her, right?
After being in a daze for a while, Jiang Ningyan heard someone knocking on the door.
The sound was so loud that it sounded like the door panel was about to be removed.
She sighed helplessly and got up to open the door.
“Why don’t you reply to my message?”
Wen Che stood at the door like a drowned rat, his whole body wet, with water dripping from the corners of his clothes.
He seemed not to feel the cold and just stared at Jiang Ningyan angrily.
Jiang Ningyan looked confused, "I've muted the sound when I sleep. What's wrong?"
It was five in the morning and it was still raining. Where could she go?
Wen Che gritted his teeth and said, "I couldn't contact you. I thought something happened to you."
Jiang Ningyan sighed and stepped aside to let him into the house.
"What can I do?"
Wen Che had a stern face, wiped his body with a towel in dissatisfaction, and walked into the house.
"I thought you ran off with some wild man."
Jiang Ningyan paused and suddenly turned to look at him.
"Xiao Che, you are my brother, you shouldn't say that."
These words were like lighting a powder keg. Wen Che's face instantly turned red. "Who is your brother?"
"He's just three years older than me, what's so great about that?"
Jiang Ningyan gave up arguing with him and threw a piece of clothing that was too big for her next to him.
"Put it on."
It was really uncomfortable to wear wet clothes, so Wen Che picked up the clothes awkwardly.
There was a faint fragrance on the clothes, the same as the one on Jiang Ningyan.
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