protect my love

"Do you have any ingredients in the refrigerator?" Zi Mingjun went to the kitchen to help Bai Lianxi.

But when he turned around, Bai Lianxi had already entered the room, and there was a muffled sound from inside, wait for a while.

Three buttons, still need to work hard.

In the room, Bai Lianxi couldn't even untie the buttons, and took off her home clothes like a pullover.

"What do you want to eat?"

"It's at your convenience." Zi Mingjun was not too hungry, and his desire for food was not ignited at all.

This is not a standard answer, but it was expected. Bai Lianxi took out an eggplant from the refrigerator and said, "Do you like fish-flavored eggplant?"

In the past few months, Bai Lianxi often looked for Zi Mingjun's videos on the Internet to watch. Although it didn't look like the Zi Mingjun he knew, it was Zi Mingjun anyway.

Once again, he randomly clicked into an early interview with Zi Mingjun, in which Mingjun, who was still young as hell, said that he likes to eat fish-flavored eggplant.

For Bai Lianxi, this is a common dish, but not so common.In the UK, it is not easy to find eggplants that are suitable for making fish-flavored eggplants, but he still asked his friends who are familiar with foreign trade in vegetables and fruits to help him bring some.

Before Zi Mingjun made a surprise attack, he had practiced it a few times, and the taste was not bad.

"Fish-flavored eggplant?" Zi Mingjun was not attracted at all. He didn't look like his expression when he heard his favorite dish, even his favorite dish, "Yes."

"Don't you like it?" Bai Lianxi didn't know what went wrong.

"It's okay." Zi Mingjun ended up washing the eggplant under the faucet, "Just fish-flavored eggplant. I haven't eaten it for a long time. Isn't there just the raw material?"

Such a reaction makes Bai Lianxi a little sad, but it's not about Zi Mingjun.

He just never considered fish-flavored eggplant as his favorite dish.

"What else do you want to eat?"

One dish for two young men is definitely not enough.

"Let me think about it... Do you know how to scramble eggs with tomatoes?" Zi Mingjun asked, "I won't be the only one. Although it's not delicious, it's still passable."

"Just kidding!" When Bai Lianxi heard that it was such a basic dish, Zi Mingjun actually planned to question his cooking skills, and was very dissatisfied, "I'll fry it, do you like this dish?"

I also know that even if Zi Mingjun can cook, he doesn't often go to the kitchen, so it's good for Bai Lianxi to take over.

"Yeah, I haven't seen a few people who don't like scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"Well, after all, the national dish." Bai Lianxi half-jokingly said, "What if I don't like it?"

Zi Mingjun didn't stop moving his hands, and said, "You still fry if you don't like it?"

"Is this your favorite dish?"

"As a Chinese, there is only one favorite dish. It's unreasonable, but I really want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes from time to time. My favorite dish. I wonder if my mother ate too much of this dish when she was pregnant with me. The amniotic fluid It's mixed with flavor."

"Okay, then I'll cook these two dishes, and make a cold dish and a soup, is that okay?"

"Okay."

"Then help me wash some rice and cook it."

The word Ming compared it to ok, and the two of them had a clear division of labor, and they got busy in the kitchen.

This matter is profound enough, what is shown in the camera may not be true, Zi Mingjun's favorite is not Yuxiang eggplant.

Bai Lianxi's kitchen is not big, but fortunately it is semi-open, so the two of them will not be suffocated if they are crowded in it.

Oil had already been poured into the pot, and a plate of eggplants that Zi Mingjun had cut was held in Bai Lianxi's hands. This night really felt a little different.

"It's really hot. I'm going to change clothes. I happened to bring the pajama pants you bought for me."

"Go." Bai Lianxi was busy stirring the ingredients in the frying pan.

Zi Mingjun changed clothes very quickly, and the eggplant in the pot was not yet ripe, so he came over wearing pajama pants of the same style as Bai Lianxi.

In order to ensure comfort, the pajama pants are made of non-stretch fabric. Zi Mingjun stood behind Bai Lianxi, put one arm around him, and gently put one leg on Bai Lianxi's leg, and stopped moving.

"Don't make trouble, the oil will burn you when it splashes out."

"It's okay." Zi Mingjun grabbed the salt shaker from the side with his empty hands, waiting to sprinkle it into the dishes.

Bai Lianxi acquiesced, but he didn't care about the person on him, and the frequency of shaking spoons remained as usual.

After a while, the dishes were ready to be cooked.

"spread."

The words Ming are shaken into the pot.

"A little more."

The salt shaker trembled again.

"...Can't it be put in a normal way, at least in proportion to the other ingredients I put in."

"Eat less salt, it's good for your health." Zi Mingjun went on strike, and both the people and the salt jar were far away from Bai Lianxi.

Afterwards, the eggplants were placed on a plate and served on the table, and Bai Lianxi turned on the fire again to prepare fried tomatoes and scrambled eggs.

"The rice should be cooked, take some out and eat."

"No, I'll wait for you to come with me." Zi Mingjun lay on the sofa, switching TV channels constantly, but didn't see anything he was interested in.

"There are discs in the drawers under the TV, you can see what you want to watch."

"it is good."

But when Bai Lianxi had prepared three dishes, one soup and two bowls of rice on the dining table, Zi Mingjun was still squatting on the ground to choose a movie.

"Why do you have so many movies?"

"I've always loved movies."

It is not uncommon to like movies. The reason why Zi Mingjun has not been able to pick out one for dinner for a long time is that he has seen too many classics and movies that he also likes.

"We have very similar tastes." Zi Mingjun's smile was full of joy, "I didn't collect many films, and you actually brought them to the UK?"

Bai Lianxi was pouring the soup into small bowls, and said casually: "What's mine is yours, and the shipping company will reimburse you. Anyway, I don't have anything else besides these."

"Which one do you want to watch?"

"It will be all right."

Zi Mingjun was depressed, he really wanted to tell Bai Lianxi that we should stay and watch movies in the next three days, so that he could finish what he wanted to watch before he returned to China.

"I have so much to see."

Bai Lianxi is also a well-organized person in life. The discs are first sorted by type and then sorted by age.Zi Mingjun thought that nothing could be too much in today's atmosphere, and was entangled in "Inception" and "The Truman Show" for a while.

"Baby, let's do a multiple-choice question." Zi Ming held up two discs respectively, "Which one do you want to watch more?"

The cover of Bai Lianxi's two movies seems to be in a dilemma.

"It's just a choice, I have to look at it." Zi Mingjun just threw the choice to Bai Lianxi unkindly, feeling a little sorry.

"Truman, please." Bai Lianxi chose the latter.

"Good choice."

The opening part of "The Truman Show" is a very relaxed tone, a relaxed and happy life in a small town.

Zi Mingjun and Bai Lianxi sat at the dining table to eat, watching the TV from time to time, but they couldn't experience the leisure with the protagonist at all.None of them watched the movie for the first time and knew what was going to happen next.

"You cook delicious food." Zi Mingjun said suddenly.

"nice! You love it."

Bai Lianxi observed carefully, Zi Mingjun really seldom picks eggplants.

After a meal, both of them leaned on the chairs for a short rest. Today's dishes are just right, and the two of them can eat enough without leaving any leftovers.

Truman in the movie on the other side has already noticed something strange, and began to make the sudden actions that the studio said.

"I hope none of us are Trumen, I'm so desperate." Zi Mingjun began to help collect the dishes.

Bai Lianxi also stood up: "Leave me alone, there is a dishwasher in the kitchen."

"Take it as an activity if you have nothing to do." Zi Mingjun didn't stop, but Bai Lianxi also joined in.

The two of them worked very quickly, not to mention that it was a matter of three pots and two bowls.Within a few minutes, Zi Mingjun lay down on the sofa with Bai Lianxi in his arms.

"I miss you."

The two of them huddled together on a double sofa, motionless, looking at each other for a moment from time to time, then smiling at the screen.

There are only two lights in the room, one above the TV and one in the hallway.In the dim light, Zi Mingjun's fingers were pressed against Bai Lianxi's face, but he couldn't see the other party's expression clearly anyway, and Zi Mingjun's cheeky syndrome broke out again.

At first, it just touched lightly, and then slowly slid, passing over the jaw over and over again like a tickle.

hum ——

Zi Mingjun only hated himself for forgetting to turn his phone to silent, he didn't care who was looking for him in the distance, anyway he didn't want to see anyone except the person in front of him.

"Your phone is ringing."

The phone vibrated a lot, Zi Mingjun still had no intention of answering it, and still focused on looking at Bai Lianxi.

"I know." Zi Mingjun just said so.

The bell rang until it automatically hung up, and Zi Mingjun regretted it a little. If he was so persistent, what if someone was really in a hurry to find him?

Before he could figure out who the other party was, the bell rang again.

"I'm going to answer the phone." When they were separated, Zi Mingjun suddenly realized that he was lying on the other party's body just now, and half of his body was pressed against the warm body.

"Mm." Bai Lianxi didn't mind too much, and even breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

Zi Mingjun's contact information has not been saved in too many people's address books, and it must be Zhan Yijiang who is still chasing and beating at this time.

"Brother Jan."

Zhan Yijiang obviously paused for a second. Based on Zi Mingjun's experience, he was observing.

"Brother Zhan?" Zi Mingjun had a premonition that nothing good would happen, "What's wrong?"

"Is it convenient to talk?"

Still have to find a place to talk.

Zi Mingjun glanced at the sofa subconsciously, and replied naturally, "It's convenient."

"Find a place where no one is around." That tone could not be refuted.

Zi Ming thought about it, so he had to cover the microphone and ask Bai Lianxi to borrow a balcony.

"Go, it's cold outside, put on some clothes?"

They didn't even put on their clothes, they just strode towards the balcony and closed the door.

The balcony is not big, there are some debris and some plants, which belong to the street view rooms on the higher floors in the UK.

Zi Mingjun asked the person on the other side of the microphone: "What's wrong?"

"Excuse me on your vacation, I'll ask a few questions and you can answer them briefly."

Generally, Zhan Yijiang would be so direct only when something important happened.

"Ah."

"Have you had any holidays with Zheng Feng?"

"Zheng Feng? No."

"Okay." Zhan Yijiang didn't explain the reason for this question, and asked again, "Do you have any problems with his manager?"

Zi Ming thinks about it, but he has no impression of the well-known figure in the industry who always digs holes for his own people: "I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

"Okay." Zhan Yijiang still didn't elaborate, "Have you received any news from Vientiane recently?"

Zi Mingjun became nervous for a moment. He had secretly saved the reporter's phone number before, but he hadn't called it yet.

Zhan Yijiang was naturally aware of this second of hesitation, but he just said: "Zi Mingjun, I am not asking you as an employee of Xunxing, you just treat me...as a friend, as an elder, whatever , have they contacted you?"

"……Have."

Direct questions can only be answered in a direct manner, coddling is not commendable, be an honest child.

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