you are my chip

Ruan Wenyan patiently cut the steak on the plate, he always had a sense of slowness when eating, as if no matter what he was eating, he was savoring the best delicacies.

Ning Qinghe sat across from Ruan Wenyan, and it was the fifth time during this period that he quietly looked at the slender, white fingers and expressionless face of the person in front of him from the corner of his eye. Ning Qinghuan beside him was chattering like a perpetual motion machine Pulling Ruan Wenle to talk, the atmosphere of unilateral tension at the table was improved a lot.

Ruan Wenyan forked a small piece of steak into his mouth, chewed it very gracefully and slowly, his throat moved.

He picked up the wine glass on the side, took a sip of the wine, put it down, raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, licked the remnant at the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and met Ning Qinghe's gaze .

Ning Qinghe immediately turned his head and looked away, and touched the tip of his ear to cover up. Although there was no flaw on his face, Ruan Wenyan still had a ridiculous idea.

Ruan Wenyan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, and continued to lower his head to eat the steak on his plate.

After a while, Ruan Wenle proposed that he wanted to go to the bathroom, but Ning Qinghe made a show of it to Ning Qinghuan.

"It just so happens that I want to go too." Ning Qinghuan took Ruan Wenle's arm naturally, and the two looked like sisters who had a good relationship, "I'm with my sister."

Ruan Wenyan saw that he and Ning Qinghe were the only two left on the dining table, so he simply put the knife and fork away without putting on a show. He leaned back slightly and looked at Ning Qinghe with squinted eyes, which could be called scrutiny.

This sight forced Ning Qinghe to look up, but the expression on his face was innocent.

"I've always been curious," Ruan Wenyan said after a moment of deliberation, "Second Lord... did you know someone who looks like me before?"

Ning Qinghe was taken aback, and subconsciously replied: "No."

"Why do you think so?" This time it was Ning Qinghe's turn to ask.

Ruan Wenyan seemed to frowned, then pushed his glasses, and then slowly said: "I have never understood what you want to do, Second Master."

This is a very honest answer.

Ruan Wenyan could almost be said to be looking for a basis for his conclusion through detailed analysis.

"First of all, Second Master should never lack women...and men, so what I said that day is untenable, but if Second Master goes to Paramount and finds a few more people to play with, he will find a charming and charming girl who suits his heart Moth, I don't think I have the capital to make the second master fall in love at once."

"Secondly, the second master is not only not short of money, but also not interested in the Ruan family. Among other things, the soldiers you raise every day, the second master, are a lot of money, and if you are even slightly interested in the Ruan family If you want to cooperate, you can come to me on the day you return the glasses, or Ruan... the master talked about it, but there is no need, which means that it is not necessary."

"Finally, I don't believe that the "encounters" created by Er Ye these days have no meaning and purpose. This is not in line with your usual style of Er Ye that I have investigated, but I think that for men, I am better than the absolute man in Beijing. Apart from the fact that most people have money, there is really nothing for others to plot.”

"So, isn't it?" Ruan Wenyan folded his hands on his chest, his tone was obviously very calm, but because of his overly rational posture, Ning Qinghe heard a sense of aggression in his ears.

Then... Ning Qinghe asked an unexpected question.

Ning Qinghe frowned and asked, "Do you often go to Paramount to find someone to play with?"

Ruan Wenyan: "..."

Ruan Wenyan felt that he had truly experienced what it means to play the piano against a cow.

He wanted to look up at the ceiling to calm himself down, but Ning Qinghe who stood up and walked over quickly pulled him up.

"What..." Ruan Wenyan just asked, when he felt his whole body hit Ning Qinghe, especially the bridge of his nose, which hit Ning Qinghe's shoulder directly.

"Of course there is a purpose," Ning Qinghe said close to Ruan Wenyan's ear, "Is it a reasonable purpose to find yourself a beautiful daughter-in-law?"

Ruan Wenyan felt a soft thing sticking to the tip of his ear, his head was buzzing, and there was the sound of a soup bowl falling on the ground behind him, and he could imagine the scene of soup spilling all over the ground without turning around—because he His shoes and socks were inevitably splashed with a few drops of soup, and the hot feeling stimulated his nerves, making him regain his senses and distance himself from Ning Qinghe.

Ruan Wenyan took off his glasses in a somewhat concealed manner, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the unstained mirror surface, as if it was just to dispel something that didn't exist.

The waiter who poured a bowl of soup was obviously also frightened, and kept bending over to apologize tremblingly: "Yes...I'm sorry..."

Ning Qinghe was about to say something, but was preempted by Ruan Wenyan: "It's okay."

The waiter left in a hurry as if he had received an amnesty.

Ruan Wenyan chewed on what Ning Qinghe said, pretending not to understand what he said, put on his glasses again, as if wearing a layer of armor, and put on an expression of sudden realization.

"You fell in love with Ruan Wenle?" Ruan Wenyan sat back on his seat and said slowly, "It's easy to say, if you are in love with each other, I will help you."

Ning Qinghe felt that Ruan Wenyan could make him sick, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, keep pretending."

Ruan Wenyan stopped talking.

Just at this moment, Ning Qinghuan came back holding Ruan Wenle's arm, breaking the short-term stalemate at the dinner table.

Ning Qinghuan said that she wanted to keep fit and not eat too much, which made Ruan Wenle afraid to eat any more in order to maintain a good image in front of the second master. Ruan Wenyan and Ning Qinghe had their own concerns, and the meal ended hastily like this.

Although Ruan Wenyan wanted to go back sooner, seeing Ning Qinghuan and Ruan Wenle's high spirits—as if he had never gone shopping in his life—he could only swallow his thoughts.

However, Ning Qinghuan seemed to be interested in Ruan Wenyan, even seeing that Ruan Wenyan did not object, she shouted "Brother Wenyan" one after another, and asked Ruan Wenyan to help her choose which headgear would look better.

Ruan Wenyan wore a decent smile the whole time, boasting from time to time, "No matter what Miss Ning wears, it's the icing on the cake", which made Ning Qinghuan so coaxed that she almost couldn't find her.

And Ning Qinghe, who was following behind, obviously didn't look so good-looking. When Ning Qinghuan asked Ruan Wenyan for his opinion for the third time, he finally couldn't bear it and grabbed Ruan Wenyan's shoulder and said: "You girls, pick out the things yourself. Ask him why."

Ning Qinghuan curled her lips, pulled Ruan Wenle to her side, and made a grinning expression at her brother.

Ruan Wenyan silently patted Ning Qinghe's hand off his shoulder after the two girls turned their heads away.

Ning Qinghe was not discouraged at all. To be precise, Ruan Wenyan was willing to let him put his hand on his shoulder for more than ten seconds, which he had never expected.

Now the second master has a sense of joy that he has tasted the sweetness.

Jile Street is indeed one of the busiest streets in the capital. Walking down the street, you can eat, drink and play without delay. In addition to the fixed storefronts, there are often hawkers pushing mobile stalls on both sides of the street. It was very lively.

Ning Qinghe saw a big fried bun shop on the left, and grabbed Ruan Wenyan's wrist and walked towards the door of the shop.

"You..." Ruan Wenyan flicked his wrist, not knowing what kind of trouble Ning Qinghe was going to make this time, so he could only sigh and wait by the door.

Not only did he not understand Ning Qinghe, but he also began to fail to understand himself.

"Just made fried buns, try it?" Ning Qinghe arrived before the people arrived, and the aroma of fried buns had already drifted into Ruan Wenyan's nose. He turned his head and saw that Ning Qinghe was holding a small paper bowl with sticks stuck in it. Two bamboo sticks were handed to Ruan Wenyan with a smile on his face.

Ruan Wenyan stared straight at the small bowl of fried buns, but didn't reach out to take it.

"The person you know really looks like me." Ruan Wenyan smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and then put away his smile as if changing his face in a second, and said indifferently, "Unfortunately, I hate it the most. Be someone else's substitute."

Ruan Wenyan felt that his vacillation, which might have lasted a second, was a joke.

This frightened Ning Qinghe, without thinking, he raised his hand and grabbed Ruan Wenyan's arm, and blurted out: "Who said you are a substitute?!"

Ruan Wenyan turned his head and gave Ning Qinghe a chance to defend himself like a charity.

"Did I admit what you said earlier?"

"No, why... can't you think about the good?" Ning Qinghe brushed his hair. He felt that he couldn't tell the truth to Ruan Wenyan now, so he could only think of an excuse in a hurry, "Is this the right thing to do?" Couldn't it be that I spent a lot of money to investigate your preferences and then followed suit just to smile for the beauty?"

Ning Qinghe said the last sentence a little too fast, Ruan Wenyan's expression went blank for a moment, and he was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

"In the end, the beauty not only didn't smile, but also turned her face..." Ning Qinghe's voice sounded a little bit wronged, causing Ruan Wenyan to raise his eyebrows, pushed his glasses, and then brought the bowl of fried buns, and used a bamboo stick He forked one and put it to his mouth and took a bite.

The taste is not bad.Ruan Wenyan subconsciously licked his oily lips, but he didn't notice that Ning Qinghe's eyes darkened, and he forced himself to turn his head.

Ning Qinghe touched his chin like a doctor who finally found a breakthrough and could prescribe the right medicine.

It turns out that this guy is a stickler.

The two quickly walked a few steps to catch up with Ruan Wenle and Ning Qinghuan.

Fortunately, no one was interested in the extra fried buns in Ruan Wenyan's hands, the two girls were already immersed in the joy of shopping.

And Ning Qinghe has long since returned to that expressionless state of not getting close to strangers. No one can connect the person who was speaking in an aggrieved tone a minute ago with the second master in front of him.

A real wolf with a big tail.

Ruan Wenyan thought so.

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After sending Ruan Wenyan and Ruan Wenle back to the Ruan family compound, Ning Qinghe drove the car and asked Ning Qinghuan expressionlessly: "How is it?"

"Brother Wen Yan must have really lost his memory." Ning Qinghuan didn't care about her hairstyle anymore, leaned directly on the back seat, raised her head slightly and said, "Ruan Wenle said that it was because of an accident that he hit his head. When I woke up after being in a coma for two days, I forgot why I was lying on the bed, how I bumped my head, and what I had experienced some time ago. The only recent thing I remembered was that my mother had just died, but even my mother was dead. I can't remember how I died."

"The very dramatic development is that the Ruan family has not even finished Ruan Wenyan's mother's first seven years, and they pushed Ruan Wenyan, who can be said to be inexperienced, into the road of business," Ning Qinghuan said He frowned, "Don't you think it's weird?"

Ning Qinghe tapped the steering wheel with his fingers and nodded: "It's really strange, it seems that Ruan Wentang has become a waste in just a few days."

There is no reason to say that Ruan Wentang could manage the entire Ruan family in an orderly manner before, but suddenly he needs to push his son to the stage like a martial arts master who has lost all his martial arts.

After all, it was Ruan Wenyan's mother who died, not Ruan Wentang himself.

But it was obvious that Ruan Wenle was only a half-grown girl two or three years ago, and Ning Qinghuan had already set her up if she knew about it.

"Ruan Wenle is also a no-brainer. When I mentioned it a little, it was like pouring beans. I said it all." Ning Qinghuan took a meaningful look at her brother who was about to get off the car. "Maybe it has something to do with someone. .”

"Think too much, get out of the car."

The author has something to say:

I was popularized by my sisters that the steak cannot be cut into small pieces all at once, the meat will become cold, the gravy will be dry, and it will not be fragrant (it should be), so I made a small change