Chapter 347 Why do you suddenly want to drink porridge?
"So you want to kill me to silence me?"
Lu Yiran suddenly responded with a smile in his eyes.
If she wanted to kill someone, would she appear in his room? Then...
Why is Lu Yiran still a little bit expectant?
Mu Nanyan was a little surprised. She thought Lu Yiran didn't know about this.
"How do you know?"
"Because I know too much."
Lu Yiran said this with a smile on his face, looking very proud.
Mu Nanyan: "..."
I was speechless. This usually serious workaholic was actually playing a joke with her? And it was such a cold joke!
She was obviously threatening him seriously, okay?
Not only was they outmaneuvered, but they also had no deterrent effect at all.
Mu Nanyan turned her face away angrily, but did not notice the fleeting tenderness in Lu Yiran's eyes.
After all this commotion, Mu Nanyan had already forgotten about the password, and the only thing on her mind was the thought of changing the password.
Although she didn't think Lu Yiran's joke was funny, the atmosphere in the car inexplicably became a lot more relaxed.
The two of them laughed and joked, and time passed quickly, although Mu Nanyan didn't find it funny.
The car slowly stopped in front of an antique shop. Mu Nanyan looked through the car window and saw the three large gold-plated characters "Zhou Ding Ji" shining in the sun.
She blinked, this was her first time in this store.
"arrive."
Lu Yiran unbuckled his seat belt and turned to look at her. Mu Nanyan followed Lu Yiran out of the car and walked towards the store together.
Facing you is an antique carved screen, and sandalwood tables and chairs are arranged in an orderly manner, which really has some of the charm of an ancient restaurant.
But what was floating in the air was not the aroma of wine, but the mixed fragrance of various porridges.
The waiter led them to sit by the window.
Sunlight shines through the carved window lattices onto the table, casting mottled light and shadows.
Mu Nanyan took the gold-plated menu and opened it with anticipation. The next second, her smile froze on her face.
Century egg and lean meat porridge, wolfberry and millet porridge, lily and mung bean porridge...three whole pages are filled with various kinds of porridge.
Mu Nanyan raised her head and glared resentfully at the man sitting upright opposite her.
Mu Nanyan's face fell. It turned out that Lu Yiran took her out for dinner just to drink porridge. That was outrageous.
She doesn't really want to drink porridge.
Lu Yiran ignored her protest and tapped the menu with his slender fingers:
"What do you want to eat?"
Mu Nanyan bit the straw, feeling puzzled.
She could barely accept drinking porridge in the morning, but how could she drink porridge at noon?
But thinking that she would have to rely on him to lead the way later, she had to suppress her dissatisfaction and forced a smile:
"I'm fine with either. You decide."
Lu Yiran nodded in understanding and turned to the waiter:
"One serving of black fish porridge and one serving of egg and lean meat porridge."
His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but he suddenly paused when he turned to the back page:
"I'd like another order of smashed cucumber, braised beef in soy sauce, steamed sea bass, mushroom and choy sum, and finally... yam and pig's trotter soup."
Mu Nanyan was drinking lemonade boredly when she suddenly heard the name of the last dish, "Yam and Hoof Flower Soup".
"puff--"
She almost choked and hurriedly covered her mouth.
Pig's trotter soup? Was he trying to give her something to eat, or was he hinting that her legs looked like pig's trotters? Mu Nanyan looked down at her bandaged knees, feeling both amused and helpless.
After the waiter left, she finally couldn't help but ask:
"Why do you suddenly want to drink porridge?"
Lu Yiran folded his napkin slowly and thoughtfully, and when he looked up, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes:
"I'm following the doctor's orders. The doctor said you can only eat light food these few days. What I just said is to help your wound heal."
He paused deliberately, looked at her meaningfully and said:
"Of course, if you want me to hold you for a few more days, I have no objection..."
"Stop! I suddenly feel that drinking porridge is also good, light and healthy! Haha."
Mu Nanyan interrupted hurriedly, her ears turning red.
She lowered her head and stirred the straw in the water cup, secretly complaining in her heart, why didn't she realize before that this man was so good at manipulating people?
The steaming hot dishes were served quickly.
Lu Yiran picked up the celadon bowl and served her a bowl of thick black fish porridge.
The porridge is covered with green chopped green onions, the fish meat is snow-white, and the aroma rises with the hot steam.
"Try it."
He gently pushed the bowl towards her.
Mu Nanyan scooped a spoonful, blew on it and put it into her mouth.
The next second, her eyes suddenly widened. The fish meat was so tender that it almost melted in her mouth, and the porridge base was dense and fragrant, completely overturning her perception of porridge.
“This is so delicious!”
She couldn't help but scoop another big spoonful.
Lu Yiran raised the corners of his lips slightly and put another piece of pig's trotter into her bowl:
"Go slowly, be careful of the heat."
Mu Nanyan, who has always stayed away from porridge, was eating it with gusto at this moment.
She usually loves spicy food and can't stand bland food, let alone this sticky texture.
But the porridge in this shop was so delicious and fragrant that she completely ignored these prejudices.
The sunlight shone through the window onto her satisfied face, and Lu Yiran calmly pushed the dish towards her.
Seeing her eating two bowls and still not being satisfied, a smile flashed in his eyes.
Seeing her put down her chopsticks, Lu Yiran handed her a tissue.
"Are you full?"
"Thanks."
Mu Nanyan took the tissue and wiped her mouth.
After dinner, Lu Yiran took Mu Nanyan out of the restaurant.
Mu Nanyan got in the car and couldn't wait to fasten her seat belt:
"Are we going to meet that person now? Where is he? How long will it take to get there?"
Her eyes sparkled, like a child about to uncover a mystery.
Lu Yiran deliberately kept it a secret, tapping his slender fingers on the steering wheel:
"You'll know when you get there."
"Tsk, boring."
Mu Nanyan curled her lips, but didn't ask any more questions.
She turned her head to look at the passing scenery outside the window, not noticing the complex look that flashed in the eyes of the man next to her.
As the car drove into the main road, Lu Yiran slightly tightened his fingers around the steering wheel, and faint blue veins appeared on the back of his bony hands.
An hour later, the car slowly drove into the suburbs and finally stopped in front of a secluded villa.
The surrounding area is full of lush trees, birds are chirping, and the air is filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.
This modern villa in gray and white tones stands here alone, like a forgotten paradise.
"arrive."
Lu Yiran unbuckled his seat belt, his voice a little deeper than usual.
Mu Nanyan got out of the car, her shoes making a crunching sound as they stepped on the gravel road.
She looked around and was wondering why the villa was built in such a remote place when the door suddenly opened. An Jiajun and Qi Fengyao walked out side by side, followed by several bodyguards in suits.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on them.
An Jiajun stepped forward quickly and greeted with a bright smile:
"Yiran, Nanyan, you are finally here. We have been waiting for you for a long time."
Mu Nanyan stood there in a daze, a little confused for a moment. Why were these two people here?
Didn’t Lu Yiran bring her here to meet that man?
Mu Nanyan looked at Lu Yiran in confusion. The man seemed to have anticipated her reaction and explained in a low voice:
"I asked them to help find the people. They are from Haicheng, so it's easier for them to find people than for us."
"I see……"
Mu Nanyan turned to the two of them and thanked them sincerely:
"Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner someday when I have time."
An Jiajun waved his hand and winked mischievously:
"No need, just treat Yiran to a meal. Seeing you two doing well is better than anything else."
These words were ambiguous, and Mu Nanyan's ears felt hot, and she subconsciously glanced at Lu Yiran beside her.
The man remained calm, as if he was no longer surprised by An Jiajun's teasing.
But when he noticed the expression on Mu Nanyan's face, his eyes darkened and his warning gaze shot straight at An Jiajun.
However, An Jiajun was completely unaware and continued to chatter:
"Yi Ran just bought that sports car this month. It's limited to only three units worldwide! I haven't even touched it. I was thinking of borrowing it from Yi Ran to drive it someday, but who knew it would get totaled like this? Now I can't buy it even if I want to. What a pity..."
Lu Yiran looked at An Jiajun with increasingly cold eyes. Qi Fengyao didn't want to care at first, but seeing that Lu Yiran's expression was not very good, he was afraid that An Jiajun would make Lu Yiran angry, so he elbowed him hard and reminded him in a low voice:
"It's almost done. Didn't you see Yiran's expression?"
An Jiajun, however, still looked unfazed. He looked puzzled. Wasn't he trying to take credit for his brother's achievements? If he didn't tell Mu Nanyan about Yiran's sacrifice, how would she know how much he valued her?
Mu Nanyan raised her head suddenly, her voice tense:
"That car...is it a limited edition? New?"
Her fingertips unconsciously dug into her palm.
The sports car that was completely destroyed in the accident turned out to be such a precious collection.
Lu Yiran used it without hesitation to block the car that was heading towards her...
Mu Nanyan felt bad and didn't know what to do for a moment. She felt that she owed Lu Yiran a lot.
A warm big hand suddenly covered her head. Lu Yiran gently rubbed her hair and said in a low voice:
"It's just a car. You can buy another one if you lose it. Nothing is more important than your life."
He paused, his eyes as deep as the sea.
Mu Nanyan's nose felt sore, and before she could say anything, Lu Yiran took her into the villa.
"Don't you want to meet that person? Let's go."
After the two of them walked away, Qi Fengyao held his forehead and sighed:
"You had to mention that car? Did you do it to make them uncomfortable?"
An Jiajun finally realized it and scratched his head:
“I’m not…”
Before An Jiajun could finish his words, Qi Fengyao had already left, obviously not wanting to bother with him.
Seeing this, An Jiajun swallowed his words halfway and turned to the bodyguard behind him and ordered:
"Go to the basement and bring the person up. Remember to change into clean clothes."
"yes."
The bodyguards turned around and went to the basement, and An Jiajun followed them into the villa.
Lu Yiran took Mu Nanyan to sit on the leather sofa in the living room.
The crystal chandelier cast a soft light, but it couldn't dispel the tension in the air.
Mu Nanyan looked around and saw several bodyguards in black standing still like sculptures, but there was no sign of the culprit.
"Where's that person?"
She couldn't help but ask, her voice unconsciously tense.
Just as Lu Yiran was about to speak, An Jiajun strode in:
"It will be here soon. Someone has been sent to bring it over."
He smiled at Mu Nanyan soothingly, but when he saw Lu Yiran's warning look, he tactfully stepped aside.
Did he do something wrong again?
Mu Nanyan unconsciously clenched the armrest of the sofa, leaving a few shallow marks on the leather with her nails.
She had to know who wanted to kill her, otherwise she would not dare to go out alone. She was still a little scared after what happened last night.
Lu Yiran's warm palm covered her cold fingers, his voice low and steady:
"Don't be nervous, I'm here."
Just then, heavy footsteps were heard from the direction of the villa door.
Mu Nanyan looked up suddenly and saw four bodyguards escorting a burly man in.
The man's hands were tied behind his back, and the material of his trousers at the knees was soaked with blood. Every step he took left a faint trace of blood on the smooth marble floor.
The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the man's face. Mu Nanyan's pupils suddenly shrank. This face was the man who wanted to kill her last night.
Mu Nanyan endured the pain in her knees, stood up, and slowly walked to the man.
The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto his hideous face, making the scar extending from his brow bone to his chin particularly clear.
"Why are you trying to kill me? I don't even know you."
Her voice was calm, but there was a barely perceptible tremor at her fingertips.
The man raised his head, the bruises at the corners of his mouth distorted as he grinned:
"Miss, please don't say anything careless. Did you recognize the wrong person? You said we didn't know each other, so why would I kill you? Besides, we live in a society ruled by law now, and killing is against the law."
Mu Nanyan looked straight into his eyes. There was no fear in those cloudy eyes, only an uncomfortable mockery.
Mu Nanyan's voice suddenly turned cold:
"I saw it clearly last night. The car that deliberately accelerated towards me had you behind the steering wheel!"
The man shrugged nonchalantly, the rope leaving deep red marks on his thick wrists.
"It was just an accident. The brakes didn't work. I'm helpless."
Did the brakes fail? Did they work again just as I was turning? Did they fail again just as I started the car and rushed towards me?
Mu Nanyan felt that this person might be treating her as a fool!
Mu Nanyan clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms:
"Who ordered you to do that?"
The man tilted his head and gave a sickening smile:
"Miss, have you watched too many movies? I'm just a taxi driver. How can I give orders?"
An Jiajun walked forward impatiently and grabbed the man by the collar:
"You're being stubborn, aren't you? Do you know who we are?"
The man was not afraid at all, but laughed even more wantonly:
"What? You still want to torture me to extract a confession? I told you it was just an accident. If you don't believe me, check the surveillance."
Lu Yiran sat on the sofa and stared at the man. He knew there was no surveillance, so he dared to say so confidently that he wanted them to check.
"Jiajun."
Lu Yiran's low voice came from the sofa.
He slowly stood up, his slender fingers leisurely adjusting his cufflinks. Seeing this, An Jiajun let go of the man and stepped aside.
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