The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

Now that he has decided to go to Lu Zhen's house for dinner, it would be too embarrassing for Lu Zhen to carry such a heavy and large amount of ingredients.

Song Yan quickly took the initiative to ask Ying: "I'll come, I'll come! You rest!"

After finishing speaking, he swished and put all these foods into the big pockets of the trunk, filling several big pockets!

Song Yan easily lifted the big bags and puffed out his small chest: "Let's go."

Lu Zhen: "... Isn't it heavy?"

Song Yan quickly shook his head: "It's not heavy, it's not heavy at all! Walk around, Gangwang City is right next to it, and it's only a few hundred meters away. Let's walk over there!"

Said, turned around and walked forward quickly.

As if he was afraid that Lu Zhen would come and steal his job.

Lu Zhen was silent for a moment, then followed with a faint smile.

Li Tezhu glanced at the cute little Song Yan who was carrying several big bags taller than himself, and then at Lu Zhen who was leisurely following behind Song Yan with both hands empty.

"..."

His heart ached.

How could such a cute boy carry so many things! !

The boss is too, too inhumane!

Obviously, he's not the only one who thinks so...

After putting in the effort, it will be more at ease to pick up the meal, so Song Yan was quite happy to carry it along the way, but it's not so easy for Lu Zhen.

Because everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a beast.

Lu Zhen: "..."

With a pale face, he walked past these people without any burden.

Song Yan was even more unaware.

He is now engrossed in the configuration of the community in Gangwang City, stretching his neck, looking around in novelty, with a small expression of longing.

“The swimming pool is so big!”

"The basketball court here is also bigger than our entire orphanage!"

"Wow, there is a rockery over there, are there any fish in it?"

The latter glanced at him, and said lightly, "Shouldn't it?"

Song Yan was a little strange: "Should? You haven't lived here all the time, how could you not know?"

Lu Zhen: "..."

He turned the subject without a trace, "I like this place very much?"

Song Yan's eyes lit up, and he hummed twice: "Of course! Gangwangcheng is the most luxurious community in our area. The grandmother of the dean said that you have to earn a lot of money to live here!"

Song Yan actually came here once.

It was when Gangwang City was just built, and together with Yuan Wei and Zhao Xingye, he secretly ran to the gate of the community with the dean's grandmother on his back, and looked in enviously through the iron gate.

The security grandpa at the door opened the door with a smile and let them go in quietly to play for a while.

He always remembered that the slide was very tall and big, and he was so happy to play on it.

Because it is so rare, it looks particularly precious and beautiful.

Song Yan thought of the little clips of having fun when he was a child, and thought it was quite interesting. He turned around and asked Lu Zhen with a smile, "What about when you were a child?"

"Ok?"

Song Yan showed a small expression of envy: "When you were a child, you must have played many tall and fun slides, right? Is there still the one on TV that is more than ten meters long..."

While talking, the two had passed through the community and entered the elevator of the building.

In the confined space, Lu Zhen was silent for a few seconds.

The elevator dinged, and the metal door opened. He glanced at the sign on the corridor and turned to the left: "I never played with these when I was young."

The voice was a little weak, and it sounded softly in the empty corridor.

He has always been in poor health, and the deepest childhood memory is the heart-piercing pain during the attack, the disgusting taste of various medicines, and the gentle sigh of the old man beside his bed in the middle of the night.

"How could it be!" Song Yan opened his eyes wide.

Lu Zhen didn't say anything, just opened the door with a squeak.

Song Yan lowered his head, walked through his swollen pockets, and saw the neatly placed slippers at the door.

Brand new, one big and one small, two pairs.

Lu Zhenmei was in a hurry to take off her shoes, but bent down, took the smaller pair, and put them in front of him, and put on the bigger pair herself.

Seeing Song Yan still stunned at the door, Lu Zhen paused, his eyes fixed on his shoes from top to bottom: "Can you help me?"

Help... take off your shoes?

Song Yan quickly shook his head: "No need!"

As he said, he kicked off his shoes quickly, and his feet got into the slippers.

The sole is thick, soft and fits just right.

Song Yan happily wore small slippers, rushed to the kitchen with several big bags, and laid out the ingredients one by one.

"Lu Zhen, where is the plate?"

"Lu Zhen, where's the cutting board!"

"Oh yes, and the apron, where is it? Get me one!"

"And there's..."

Song Yan came to Lu Zhen's place for the first time, and he was not familiar with anything, so he asked a lot of questions while he was busy.

As a result, there was no movement for a long time...

He turned around and saw Lu Zhen leaning against the wall casually.

He looked at the kitchen with a dazed expression.

However, he was only dazed for a moment, and the next second he took out the phone from his trouser pocket, twirled it half a circle between his index finger and thumb, pressed it twice, and put it to his ear.

This time it was Song Yan's turn to be at a loss: "?"

Lu Zhen explained lightly: "Ask Special Assistant Li."

Song Yan: "..."

He struggled for a while, and weakly questioned his soul, "Is this your home?"

Lu Zhen calmed down and said with a normal expression, "Yes."

Assistant Li picked up the phone, just in time to hear the calm and composed voice of the boss.

yes?

All right, you say yes.

What else can you do?

After communicating with Li Tezhu for a while, Song Yan finally found all kinds of tools and began to roll up his sleeves, ready to show off his skills.

However, there was always a tall figure beside him, standing in the way of him.

Song Yan hesitated for a moment, then looked at him: "Do you want to help me?"

Lu Zhen rolled her eyes and said in a slightly unnatural tone, "Yes."

Song Yan smiled.

Lu Zhenren has tall legs and a tall and straight figure. Wearing a shirt and trousers made of expensive fabrics, he stands calmly in this kitchen full of ingredients, looking very out of place.

Unconsciously, he looked at Song Yan calmly, with a few large characters written all over his stern and thin face.

——Call me quickly!

Song Yan couldn't bear to let him down, so he quickly gave him a handful of shallots: "Then you sort this out."

After two seconds, he suddenly thought of a question, "Well, will you?"

Holding a handful of green onions, Lu Zhen was silent for a while: "What do you mean by reason?"

Song Yan: "..."

While taking back the shallots, he suppressed a smile: "Okay, you won't."

Lu Zhen: "..."

Seeing Lu Zhen frowned, Song Yan hurriedly handed him two tomatoes: "Wash this. Just put it in the sink, and then fill it with water. There is vegetable cleaning agent on it, just squeeze a pump."

After finishing speaking, Song Yan didn't rest, and went back to the console to work quickly.

After a while, I didn't hear any movement and looked sideways worriedly.

Then I saw Lu Zhen, who was two steps away from him, lowered his eyelids, stretched out an index finger, and poked the red tomato expressionlessly.

Then he raised his eyes, looked at the unopened vegetable cleaner in his hand, and carefully read the instructions on the bottle.

He looked as focused as someone who put up a film under a flyover.

Song Yan couldn't bear it anymore, shaking his shoulders and laughing out loud.

Lu Zhen glanced at him lightly, with an obvious warning meaning.

Put down the bottle, hold the faucet of the sink with a big hand, and pull it gently.

Open the water valve.

A slender stream of water poured out from the fluffy head, and rushed on the two big tomatoes.

Tomatoes rolled twice.

Lu Zhen lowered her head, and out of the corner of her eyes, Song Yan was wearing a cute little apron, walking around in small steps, secretly looking at her side from time to time, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved.

The unique sweet smell, if there seems to be nowhere to come...

want to bite.

Lu Zhen's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he looked away.

Just as she was about to wash the tomatoes, she stretched her hand halfway, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The fingers that held the lotus faucet tightened, and the water column trembled a few times.

Lu Zhen frowned.

Familiar pain felt all over the body, and it intensified little by little.

My head hurts like it's going to explode.

In the next second, he frowned, his back that had always been straight bent down a little bit, and the other hand clasped heavily on the edge of the sink, fingers violently.

His knuckles were bluish white.

When Song Yan heard the movement, he turned around and saw Lu Zhen hunched over, trying to support himself by the sink.

With his head down, the dim light and shadow outlined a vague and cold outline of his face.

The five senses are not in the dark.

Song Yan was startled: "Lu Zhen?"

Lu Zhen didn't reply, and the air became silent for a while.

Then, a low voice sounded indifferently: "Go out."

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly dropped the little mushroom and trot to Lu Zhen's side: "You, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Zhen felt a burst of rich sweetness coming out of his nostrils, so delicious that he couldn't control it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Yan bent over and looked at himself worriedly.

He raised his head, his thin white neck dangling under his eyelids.

The clavicle is also slender and straight, sinking into the loose neckline, which is intriguing.

Smelling his breath, Lu Zhen felt less uncomfortable, but even more uncomfortable.

He wanted Song Yan to get closer, and even closer, as if this would ease his pain.

His Adam's apple rolled, and the veins in his hands became more dense. The pain and desire were intertwined, as if they could break through the thin skin and burst open at any time.

When he spoke again, his voice became hoarse, "Song Yan."

Song Yan was walking around in a hurry: "It's all right, what's the matter... Are you sick?"

While muttering, when he heard his name, he paused, "Huh?"

Lu Zhen closed her eyes, the thought of encroachment was about to go to her head, but her voice was restrained and forbearing: "Go out."

Song Yan seemed to have never heard of it, "Could it be that you have a fever?"

With that said, she covered Lu Zhen's stiff arm with her thin fingers, and tapped twice gently.

In the next second, it dawdly covered his forehead.

The fingertips are soft.

The white and fragile wrist dangled in front of Lu Zhen's eyes. The distance was less than five centimeters. He could clearly see the tiny blue blood vessels hidden under the white and transparent skin.

It looks very sweet, just bite it lightly, and the sweet liquid will seep between the lips and teeth.

Just one sip will quench your thirst.

Lu Zhen clenched her teeth tightly, her tone suddenly changed sharply, becoming cold and brutal, with a somewhat terrifying hoarseness: "I told you to go out, do you hear me?"

The cold air seeped out of him...

Song Yan was startled, and after a few seconds, he turned around and ran out.

As the fragrance dissipated, more intense pain immediately covered Lu Zhen's whole body.

The pain made his teeth chatter, and he couldn't stop shaking.

It took all his strength to keep himself from falling to his knees unsightly.

It's just that in the next second, the sound of eager footsteps came from far to near, followed by Song Yan's sweet and charming breath, which wrapped him up little by little.

What is lost and found again is what makes people unable to let go.

Lu Zhen closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were already dark.

He looked at the thin and dense jets of water sprayed from the shower head, and licked his lips slowly.

Song Yan still had a smile on his face: "I remembered, you are suffering from hypoglycemia! I have—"

Before he could finish speaking, someone grabbed his wrist, and then pulled him with a strong force.

He suddenly staggered forward a few steps, and was about to fall, but was caught by the waist by a big hand like iron tongs.

After spinning around for a while, his lower back slammed against the cold and hard edge of the sink, and the tall figure completely enveloped him.

Thick male hormones drilled into his nose.

At the same time, the cold water column poured down from the shower head, and there were water droplets everywhere on the entire countertop, and it was inevitable to rain on Song Yan's head and body.

Water droplets rolled down his hair, and the thin T-shirt clung to his skin.

Lu Zhen's eyes turned slowly around him, the cold water that should have made people sober, but now it aroused a certain instinct hidden deep in his heart.

Song Yan looked up in astonishment, and met a pair of dark pupils, bottomless.

The eye sockets were scarlet, and the dangerous and unfamiliar breath intertwined with the dripping water vapor on his body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

But still suppressed the trembling, spread out his palms: "I have... toffee here."

In the confined space, Lu Zhen pressed him down.

Stretching out his hand, his cold fingers pinched the back of his neck and stroked it slowly.

He stared at Song Yan's white and tender wrist, and seemed to smile, his voice was low and hoarse.

"Toffee can't help me."