Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Qiao Bin let Zhao Huo fall on him and advised: "But you have to work harder. Lan Xing and Chen Pei have taken over the company. You can learn from them..."

Zhao Huo got up from him: "Stop, stop, stop, why are you talking so much nonsense? Stop it."

Song Xun continued to seal the lunch box.

996 was angry at his lack of resistance: "Ancestor, please move your noble butt, okay?"

Song Xun: "I'm nervous."

996: "I have a way to make you less nervous."

Song Xun humbly asked: "What method?"

"Deduct your points."

"..."

While a few people were joking around, Song Xun moved to the corner along the wall, closest to Zheng Lanxing.

Zheng Lanxing sat leaning against the sofa in the corner, with a long table with tea on it in front of him. Although the space was spacious, his legs, which were casually half-closed, still took up half of the space.

Everyone seemed to be intentionally keeping a certain distance from him.

996: "...You are a fucking thief."

Song Xun didn't have time to respond to 996. He tentatively asked Zheng Lanxing, "Can I sit here?"

Zheng Lanxing did not respond. Song Xun interpreted his silence as agreement and sat down next to him at a distance of half a meter.

The people who were still making noises all stopped talking at once. Zhao Huo glanced at the corner and lowered his voice: "When did your brother become so courageous?"

Chen Pei lowered his head and drank water, ignoring him.

Song Xun did not notice the discussions of the others. He raised his eyes carefully, and for the first time dared to take a serious look at the other protagonist of this world.

Zheng Lanxing's appearance does not conform to the current aesthetic standards of young handsome men. His deep eyes, high nose bridge, and even the lines at the corners of his mouth all give people a sense of aggressiveness, but it cannot be denied that he is good-looking, with a kind of sharp beauty.

Zheng Lanxing half raised his eyelids and looked over coldly at the extra person next to him. Song Xun didn't have time to look away, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment.

That heart-pounding feeling came back, as if I were being targeted and hunted by a carnivore in the vast prairie.

"I, I, I have something, - no, I'm sorry." Song Xun's stuttering problem started again. He didn't even know what he was saying and finally apologized instinctively.

The sense of oppression that Zheng Lanxing gave him was too strong.

"Stuttering?" Zheng Lanxing raised his eyebrows. His voice was filled with fatigue from not getting enough rest. It floated softly into Song Xun's ears. He explained, "No, no, that's not it."

Sometimes I really want to dismantle my mouth and rebuild it. Song Xun lowered his head deeply, turned into a quail, and fell silent.

Zheng Lanxing tilted his head and glanced at the reddened ears of the boy beside him: "You..."

He paused in the middle of his words, and after thinking for a while, he still couldn't remember the person's name.

Song Xun didn't dare to look him in the eye, and whispered considerately, "Chen Jinyan."

He didn't expect Zheng Lanxing to remember that Chen Jinyan had emphasized his name many times in front of him, but when they met next time, they would just be strangers.

When receiving the plot, Song Xun once suspected that Zheng Lanxing had amnesia, but 996 explained that this was a powerful control of the plot. As an inconspicuous supporting role, his existence itself was insignificant to everyone else.

Zheng Lanxing could only see a round back of the head. He stared at the head that didn't dare to look up, and his expression became a little strange.

His impression of Chen Jinyan has always remained that of an annoying fly. Two minutes ago, he considered whether or not to kick this fly with no sense of propriety away, but before he could do anything, the other party already looked like he was about to scare himself out of his wits.

This made him suspect that if he really took action, Chen Jinyan might kick him on the spot.

Zheng Lanxing stopped talking, and Song Xun didn't dare to speak either. The two of them maintained a strange atmosphere and sat quietly in the corner.

"No, when did Zheng Lanxing become so good-tempered?"

Several people gathered together and whispered.

Shu Huan entangled her fingers in the curly hair in front of her and teased, "Who knows, maybe that little guy can really handle Lan Xing."

They have known each other since elementary school, so they know each other well. They know Zheng Lanxing's particularities. He doesn't like people getting close to him, and doesn't even allow people to enter his room. He has a very strong sense of territory, so he is only nicer to Chen Pei and is willing to get closer to him.

Zhao Huo didn't take it seriously and joked with Chen Pei: "Your brother is good."

Chen Pei was in no mood to joke with them and prepared to get up: "It's almost time, we should go back."

"Stop." Shu Huan was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he pulled Chen Pei down and said, "It's only been a short time, sit for a while."

"That's right, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Zhao Huo followed suit.

Chen Pei glanced at a few people and asked: "Are you free?"

Shu Huan and Zhao Huo said in unison: "Idle."

Even Qiao Bin, who didn't like to join in the fun, nodded.

It's not easy to see Zheng Lanxing's excitement, so now that you have finally caught the opportunity, you naturally can't let it go.

Chen Pei: “…”

Several people huddled together, completely different from their previous carefree and unfocused demeanor, their eyes almost jumping to the corners.

Unfortunately, the two people in the corner were like they were welding. An hour passed without any movement, and there was not even any eye contact.

"Is there gold on the ground? Why are you staring at it?"

Song Xun was almost familiar with 996's sarcastic tone. He held the lunch box with his fingers and tried to find out with a sense of luck: "Can you not send it?"

996 The voice was cold: "No."

The result was as expected. Song Xun sighed heavily in his heart, looked up resolutely, and handed the lunch box to Zheng Lanxing with both hands.

"I made this with my own hands and gave it to you."

The light blue lunch box that was suddenly pushed in front of him diverted Zheng Lanxing's attention from his mobile phone, and he looked at Song Xun with inexplicable coldness.

Song Xun could feel his gaze on her face. Her hands went numb and she almost couldn't hold the lunch box. She lowered her eyes slightly and said unconfidently, "Do you want to try it? It tastes delicious."

He said this with a guilty conscience, because he was in such a hurry that he didn't even open the box and didn't even know what was inside.

Since he was sure in his heart that Zheng Lanxing would not accept it, he didn't plan to say more, and he was ready to take back the hand he had extended.

There was a pulling resistance, and Song Xun opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at Zheng Lanxing taking the lunch box.

Zheng Lanxing took his lunch box? !

Just accept it like that?

The lunch box was of normal size in Song Xun's hand, but when it came into Zheng Lanxing's hand, it became inexplicably smaller and looked very childish.

In fact, Zheng Lanxing himself didn't know why he accepted it. Maybe he found it interesting to see Chen Jinyan dying so bravely, or maybe it was because of his lost look with drooping brows.

Zheng Lanxing loved hunting and had specially set up a private hunting ground for the purpose. One thing he remembered most vividly was that one year, when he was aiming at a wild boar and pulling the trigger, a beautiful sika deer accidentally broke into the forest.

It had no idea that danger could approach at any time. It looked at the hunter curiously with its pair of black, ethereal eyes, and lowered its head to leisurely eat the tender grass.

Chen Jinyan is a bit like it.