Chapter 2 You Are Stupid

"..."

What should I do if my ex is molesting me?

online etc.

Not in a hurry.

After all, he has lived a whole life again. Jian Nan has also been a ghost. He has calmed down a lot. He raised his face, rarely avoiding it, and his voice was clear and clean: "Go back and blow your hair, you will catch a cold."

It should have been an imperative tone, but the somewhat soft voice spoke in a soft tone, with low eyebrows and quivering eyelashes, like a frightened bunny.

In a trance, Li Chuan remembered the past:

At that time, Jian Nan was also a well-behaved and pleasant temperament. He would call his brother after his ass, a heartless little boy. Li Chuan didn't really hate him, but he didn't know where to start. This little boy has changed. The riot at the reception made him unable to bear it, and finally filed for divorce.

Now it seems that he is still a child.

Li Chuan's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was meaningful: "I haven't seen you so sensible."

Jian Nan choked.

The two were a little closer, Li Chuan was taller than him, so Jian Nan could only look up at him, and the sight was the sharp lower jaw, with water sliding down, twisting in the sexy Adam's apple.

"I've had a good reflection." Jian Nan stood obediently, reviewing: "I'm really sorry for what happened before. I will be mindful of what I say and do in the future."

Li Chuan nodded lazily and turned to leave: "I hope."

The door was pushed open by the man, and the sound of the study door being closed not far away sounded, and the whole house fell into silence again.

As soon as he left, Jian Nan breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few steps on the bed, I wanted to think about something, but before I could think about it, the phone in my pocket began to vibrate.

"Jingle Bell……"

Jian Nan took out her mobile phone from her pocket and saw the caller ID: Ding Mo.

I really didn't expect that he wasn't in a hurry to find Ding Mo to settle accounts. didn't expect Ding Mo to lose his temper first. It's not bad, it's good to come.

Jian Nan sorted out her mood and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"Nan Nan, I'm Amo." Ding Mo's concerned voice came: "How are you, are you alright?"

Jian Nan sat on the bed, very leisurely: "Divorced."

Ding Mo originally wanted to see Jian Nan, an idiot, cry bitterly, but the cry in his imagination did not come. He tried: "You should be sad now, right?"

Jian Nan took the nail clippers for a manicure, and said perfunctorily, "Yeah."

"..."

Can't feel it at all!

Ding Mo was actually a little unwilling. He tried his best to get Jian Nan divorced, it was painful, why is Jian Nan acting like nothing at the moment!

"Anything else?" Jian Nan yawned, "I'm a little sleepy."

"Hey, don't hang up!" Ding Mo said quickly, "I heard that you are going to appear in "Chef China", is that true?"

Jian Nan remembered that she had this announcement in her previous life, so she nodded, "Yes."

Ding Mo pretended to be concerned: "Then are you ready?"

Jian Nan put the nail clippers aside: "Almost."

Ding Mo was overjoyed. He also participated in this variety show himself, but he was not good at cooking and had no clue, but he knew that Jian Nan's family was from a kitchen background, so he must have been prepared, so he said, "It must be hard to get divorced now, don't worry. Worrying about Nan Nan, I will go to your house tomorrow to accompany you."

To steal the recipe?

There was a sneer at the corner of Jian Nan's mouth, but his voice was gentle: "Okay."

His handsome face was cold, the bedroom with the lights turned off was a little dim, and the young man on the bed was like a ghost in the dark, saying word by word: "You are my best friend, I will treat you well. of."

Ding Mo felt a chill down his spine inexplicably, but he could only answer embarrassingly. The two of them made an appointment before hanging up.

The room was quiet again. Jian Nan lay on the bed and looked out the window. The heavy snow was fluttering outside, and the whole world seemed to fall into silence.

Sad...?

In his previous life, he divorced Li Chuan at the age of 24, which almost cost him half of his life. His grandfather had friendship with Li Chuan's family, and he met Li Chuan when he was a child.

Grandpa Li said, "Nan Nan will marry us Li Chuan as a daughter-in-law in the future, okay?"

"it is good."

He was so happy that he couldn't help himself, unilaterally dreaming of a bride, but he didn't notice Li Chuan's indifferent face.

[Agree to get married without interfering with each other. 】

In order to reassure his family and grandpa, his long-awaited marriage has arrived. After waiting for so many years, he finally got a marriage of love. He grows alone in a dark corner like a weed. From beginning to end of the year, no one cares.

Are you sad?

A tear fell from the corner of his eyes, Jian Nan covered his eyes, he still liked Li Chuan, but he would not be wishful thinking.

It's rare to come here again.

Live for yourself this time.

At least go out and bask in the sun, even a small weed has the right to grow.

the next day.

The sun came in through the white curtains and sprinkled on the ground. It was still early, and there was already fireworks in the kitchen.

When Li Chuan went downstairs, Jian Nan had already made breakfast.

The soft and glutinous black rice porridge is fragrant. On the white porcelain plate are a few freshly fried fritters, which are crisp but not greasy. In the plate are fried shredded potatoes and small pickles. There are two in the basket at hand. A boiled egg.

Seeing Li Chuan coming downstairs, Jian Nan took the initiative to say, "Good morning."

Li Chuan buttoned the white shirt with one hand, and replied casually, "Yes."

Xu Shi just woke up in the morning, the actor was a little casual, his sharp face was a little softer, his shirt buttons were buttoned casually, and there was an undisguised arrogance between his brows and eyes.

Jian Nan tentatively said: "The snow has frozen overnight, and the driver's uncle's car may not be easy to drive. I haven't come yet. Would you like to have breakfast by the way?"

Li Chuan began to put on his coat: "I'm not hungry."

There was silence over the dining table for a few seconds.

Jian Nan quickly retracted his gaze and nodded obediently: "Oh, that's fine."

...

Li Chuan's movements stopped.

People are really weird, maybe there is a kind of "I don't eat it is my business, but if you don't greet me, I will be very unhappy!"

Therefore, when Jian Nan really didn't care, Great Movie Emperor Li had a strange feeling spread in his heart, as if something that should have changed suddenly.

Jian Nan stirred the pot containing the porridge with a spoon: "The driver hasn't come yet, so sit there for a while."

Li Chuan made a sound of "um".

The two fell into silence again. In fact, this is normal, even when they are married, most of the time.

The aroma of the porridge slowly diffused, Jian Nan filled a bowl, and the delicate white porcelain spoon collided with the bowl. He made a small noise while eating, but the sound of swallowing food was still inevitable.

Sitting on the sofa, Li Chuan looked sideways at Jian Nan who was eating.

The young man sitting on the dining chair was almost full. At this moment, he was holding the fried dough sticks and eating them one bite at a time. The fried dough sticks were crispy and delicious. When he ate, his cheeks were bulging, like a cute little hamster. The lips were stained with oil, and Jian Nan stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips, satisfied.

...

Obviously, he had no appetite, but watching Jian Nan eat, he had an inexplicable idea.

Li Chuan felt that he was suddenly hungry.

However, how could this make him, the Great Film Emperor, so embarrassed to take the initiative to speak?

"I'm going to a press conference this morning."

"Um?"

Jian Nan turned to look at him curiously.

Li Chuan sat on the sofa and looked at him with one hand on his chin: "The press conference at 8 o'clock, it's Deak's."

Jian Nan felt flattered. After all, Li Chuan never told him where he went before, and subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's 6:50 now. It seems that you will be very busy in the morning. It's hard work."

Li Chuan tapped the sofa wall with his fingertips: "Yes."

"..."

The air is silent for a moment

With big eyes and small eyes, Jian Nan looked at Emperor Li Yingdi's deep eyes, and suddenly felt that he understood something, he tentatively said: "Will it be too late for breakfast at eight o'clock, although I am not hungry now, but I have no time at work. If you have something to eat, why don't you just eat here first?"

There was a trace of satisfaction in Li Chuan's eyes, but his face was elegant and reserved, and he said slowly, "But it's disrespectful."

The man's tall body stood up from the sofa, his slender legs spread out, he walked to the dining table in a few steps, the chair was pulled away, and he sat down.

Jian Nan was amazed.

He suspected that he had been tricked by Li Chuan, but he had no evidence!

"The porridge shouldn't be cold." Jian Nan took the initiative to serve him a bowl. After all, this is the benefactor: "You try it, I cook it casually, I don't know if you are used to eating it or not."

Li Chuan took it and took a sip, but didn't pick it up: "It's not that particular."

Jian Nan sat down: "I'll take it as you praise me."

In fact, Li Chuan is a very picky eater. The ancestors of the Li family have an inseparable relationship with the chef. Even if it is a business, it is also a food business.

First, under the influence of the family atmosphere, Li Chuan has naturally been fascinated by all kinds of things since he was a child.

Food

He has studied deeply. He always heard rumors that Li Chuan was very picky, but according to his experience, Li Chuan didn't seem to be picky about his cooking.

Li Chuan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who has to pick and choose when someone treats guests?"

Jian Nan quickly shook his head: "No!"

Seeing his sincere appearance, Li Chuan kindly let him go.

After Jian Nan packed up the tableware and chopsticks she had eaten, she picked up the notebook and pen, and sat on a chair not far away to write.

The atmosphere is not bad.

Li Chuan glanced at him and asked, "What did you write?"

"Recipe." Jian Nan's nib crossed the paper, leaving a beautiful handwriting: "I need to prepare dishes related to the 'month' for the preliminary competition of the variety show "Cooking China", so I am going to make this crystal cake, pastry In the shape of a crescent with sweet-scented osmanthus inside..."

He roughly explained his thoughts, ready to listen to Li Chuan's opinion.

"This match is a knockout match?" Li Chuan sat lazily on the chair with a light tone.

Jian Nan nodded: "Yes."

"Hmm." Li Chuan hummed, and his stern face showed no sign of joy or anger.

Jian Nan followed him for so many years when he was a ghost, and asked, "Are you angry?"

Li Chuan raised his eyes slightly and looked at him: "I remember, your college entrance examination score was 650?"

Jian Nan was surprised that he still remembered this kind of thing, and was flattered: "Yes, why are you asking this?"

"I mean, although your brain is a bit stupid, your grades are surprisingly good." Li Chuan smiled, elegant and genial. His natural peach eyes were indifferent when he didn't smile, and his smile was like a spring breeze, even if the smile might be hidden behind it. It is endless danger: "Little boy, since you are participating in the competition, will you give me the question?"

Jian Nan's heart tightened: "No, brother, listen to me..."

"I don't want to hear it." Li Chuan rolled his eyes and said lightly, "This is also me today. If you change to a contestant with ideas, you won't know how you died."

Jian Nan was silent. In the end, he really didn't know how he died.

Li Chuan called, and the driver said on the phone that some roads in the community were icy due to snow, and the guard would not allow vehicles to enter, so he should trouble Li Chuan to go out.

Fortunately, their house was only a few hundred meters away from the gate of the community, so Li Chuan responded and was ready to go out.

Jian Nan felt that he didn't eat much: "Bring some milk to drink? It's calcium supplement."

"No need." Li Chuan waved his hand, the man put on a coat at the entrance, turned his face away, and raised his eyes slightly: "You keep it for your brain."

"..."

The door to the house was opened and closed, and the house returned to peace. Jian Nan sat back on the chair and drank the milk by herself.

If remember correctly, in his previous life, Li Chuan was one of the judges of the variety show "Cooking China".

Of course he's going to give a shit.

If he didn't divulge the question, how could film emperor Li know who plagiarized?