Feed the tiger with her

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"It won't leave a scar."

After seeing the wound, Song Ange was a little worried.

Han Yi was sitting opposite Jian Zhiyan. He majored in biology and was familiar with dealing with wounds. He had already washed his hands, held Jian Zhiyan's feet on his lap, and looked through them carefully.

"Probably not. The wound is not deep. Be careful not to get wet before healing. Pay attention to sun protection in summer. It's not a big problem, don't worry."

"That's good."

Only then did Song Ange remember to ask, "Zhiyan, does it hurt?"

Han Yi smiled: "Do you girls love beauty so much?"

Bare feet, being hugged by an unfamiliar man, even Jian Zhiyan, who grew up drinking foreign ink, felt embarrassed.

She tried to hide for a while, Han Yi pressed her knee.

"Don't move around, bandage it up quickly, it won't hurt." Han Yi didn't notice it, he lowered his head and operated carefully.

Jian Zhiyan looked up and saw Song Ange standing behind Han Yi winking.

She pursed her lips and shook her head.

Song Ange: No wonder I said I wouldn't come to visit the class, but you didn't respond at all, so someone was there.

Jian Zhiyan: It's not what you think.

Song Ange: Why not, you are so lucky, one person leaves, another one comes, this one starts touching your feet, after a few days, do you want to touch your bed?

Jian Zhiyan: We are just ordinary friends. If someone kindly says to visit the class, I can't drive him away.

Song Ange: Don't explain, it's all sophistry.

The two girls were fighting in the air, and the male protagonist in the incident—Han Yi—didn't know it, but it was a different feeling in the eyes of Lu Yin at the door.

The subtle pain is eating away at his heart.

Under what circumstances would a girl introduce a man to her best friend?

And under what circumstances would they keep discussing him?

Lu Yin knew the answer, but never cared about it.

In the past, when Jian Zhiyan asked him to have dinner with Song Ange, Lu Yin didn't notice anything, and didn't notice it at all. He even felt that eating at the same table with two little girls was like coaxing children, which was a bit naive.

Now his position has been replaced by Han Yi, and he has become a topic of discussion among the girls, making Lu Yin 12 extremely upset.

Han Yi had finished bandaging, and carefully helped Jian Zhiyan put her feet into slippers, packed up the borrowed medical kit, and asked.

"What are we going to do next?"

Song Ange: "Zhiyan's feet are like this, let's go back to the city first."

Jian Zhiyan has been wandering outside for three months, the main scene has been successfully filmed, she is also relaxed, and now she wants to go home and have a good rest.

"Why don't you go to my house first, let's talk about lunch later?"

Everyone agrees.

Speaking of leaving, Jian Zhiyan tried to stand up, but it was fine, but Han Yi hurriedly gave him a hand, he suggested.

"How about this, let's send Zhiyan home, and then I'll go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients to make for you."

Song Ange: "Can you cook?"

This man once again showed his advantages that make people shine.

Jian Zhiyan was a little surprised, and looked at him, "You're so busy, it's already taken up a lot of your time to visit the class today, and I need you to cook for us... I'm a little embarrassed."

"Otherwise I have to eat." Han Yi has already helped her carry the suitcase.

Song Ange carried their bags and some sundries, and the three of them went out together.

Everyone was not surprised to meet Lu Yin, Han Yi took the initiative to say hello, "Mr. Lu, are you coming to see Zhiyan's filming too?"

Lu Yin's gaze flicked past them and the group, and the last thing he looked at was Jian Zhiyan.

"I heard you were injured, how is it, is it serious?"

As a big boss, there is nothing wrong with giving proper condolences to employees.

Jian Zhiyan: "It's not serious, it's just a skin injury, it's okay."

Lu Yin lowered his head, and they looked at the bandages on the feet together. The neat and docile gauze wrapped around the thin ankles, so beautiful even when they were injured.

Lu Yin resisted the urge to hold her in his arms: he just said: "Have a good rest."

"I know, thank you."

Jian Zhiyan passed by first, Han Yi still nodded politely, Song Ange was the last, if she was not afraid of death, she would give Lu Yin a big roll of the eyes, and then sarcasm him.

But she dared not.

Lu Yin was wearing an all-black short-sleeved shirt with a button-down collar, which set him off extraordinarily deep, and also had a matching, incomprehensible expression on his face.

Song Ange took a peek and slipped away.

Back in the urban area, back to her own home, Jian Zhiyan completely relaxed, spread out on the beige sofa, like a queen mother, ordered Song Ange to serve tea and water.

Song Ange unscrewed the bottled water and handed it over: "You should let Mr. Han see that you are so virtuous."

She hugged her shoulders, imitating Jian Zhiyan's appearance when she was dressing up on the set just now, "Oh, don't..." After tweaking, one side seemed to have a split personality, and put on a high-cold air.

"Okay, I see, thank you, Mr. Lu..."

A pillow just flew over, Song Ange caught it with his bare hands, pressed it behind him, and collapsed on the other side of the sofa.

"While Han Yi is going to buy food, let's talk, two men, what do you think?"

Jian Zhiyan: "I don't have any special ideas."

Song Ange: "What is this called? Visit your class, take you home, and even cook for you. He is clearly chasing you. Are you going to agree, or what?"

"I don't know, just let it be."

Jian Zhiyan sucked the mouth of the water bottle, her eyes were empty, she was not at all proud of being pursued by others, so disappointing, Song Ange twisted the pillow, only thinking that she was the head of a sister.

"Don't tell me you still want to land on Lu Yin."

"I do not have."

"You have."

"I do not have."

"You have it, you have it, you just have it."

"I do not have!"

The two started arguing, and the monitor at the door rang.

Song Ange glanced at the disabled person on the sofa, shook his head, got up and opened the door for Han Yi.

People and food rushed through the door.

"You bought so many things."

Song Ange didn't expect Han Yi to say that he could cook, and he wasn't bragging at all.

Even the high-grade spices like prickly ash aniseed, he knows what goes best with them.

Song Ange bowed down, "I am a child from a poor family, but my housework is not as good as yours, I am ashamed."

Han Yi took out the ingredients one by one, "There is no one who can't cook when studying abroad. I practiced it at that time."

Song Ange: "I live with Zhiyan, and she usually cooks for me."

"Really," Han Yi smiled, "Zhiyan can also cook?"

"Well, well done."

"I hope to have a chance to try it." Han Yi is really looking forward to it.

Song Ange helped Han Yi, the two of them were busy for a while, and they brought out four dishes and one soup from the kitchen, none of which were big dishes, home-cooked stir-fry, braised pork ribs, etc., Han Yi cooked them well.

After chatting for a few more words, Song Ange felt that this man was simply too kind, gentle, sincere, and not playing with women's feelings. He was many times stronger than Jian Zhilei and Lu Yin.

Taking advantage of Han Yisheng's meal, Song Ange was eager to share her insights with Jian Zhiyan, and ran back to the living room to find her sister, who knew that she had already fallen asleep with her head tilted.

When Han Yi came out, he also saw that pure and quiet little face, lowered his voice, and said.

"Let her sleep, don't call her, she must be exhausted in the past few months."