Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 93 Didn't you ask me to treat you badly?

After hearing Lin Yuan's words, Gan Jing's cheeks flushed slightly.

Although the words are rough, the logic is sound, but these words... are a bit too rough.

Lin Yuan obviously looks very humble and polite, but when he gets provoked he always comes up with such strange and shocking metaphors.

Besides, how could he let Lu Yuan push behind Hao Kun...

This is simply nonsense.

However, she still trusted Lin Yuan's character. After all, Lin Yuan rejected her request without hesitation.

"Let's not talk about whether Lu Yuan left without saying goodbye because of you. Even if it really has something to do with you, do you still want to break up with Jiang Haokun and rekindle your relationship with him?"

Lin Yuan's voice rang in Gan Jing's ears again, breaking her brief thoughts.

When Gan Jing heard this, she fell silent and lowered her head slightly.

She really had never thought about breaking up with Jiang Hao Kun.

"In fact, Jiang Haokun is rich and considerate to you. If it were me, I would also choose Jiang Haokun."

Gan Jing quickly defended herself, "I'm not with Hao Kun for his money."

Although her voice was not loud, it was full of determination.

When Gan Jing said this, Lin Yuan actually believed it.

But just like Wang Duoyu and Xia Zhu in The Richest Tomato.

Xia Zhu doesn't like money, but every moment when Wang Duoyu touched her was inseparable from the accumulation of money.

Indeed, Wang Duoyu has his shining points. He is optimistic, kind, and loyal.

But are these really rare?
I wouldn’t dare say that there are such people everywhere on the streets, but the proportion is definitely not small.

It’s just that with the blessing of money, Wang Duoyu’s advantages are infinitely magnified and his shortcomings are completely covered up.

If Wang Duoyu was still the goalkeeper with a difficult life and poor football skills, worrying about his livelihood every day, Xia Zhu would never date him.

Similarly, it is no wonder that Gan Jing is confused since a billionaire is so caring and concerned about her.

Lin Yuan moved closer, staring at her with a scrutinizing look in his eyes: "So what do you want to do? You are inseparable from your current boyfriend, while you are still obsessed with your ex-boyfriend. You want to be entangled with two men at the same time, right?"

"I...I didn't." Gan Jing responded in a low voice, her long eyelashes trembling and her eyes a little evasive.

"You really don't have it?" Lin Yuan moved closer, and the distance between them was so close that they could almost count each other's eyelashes.

The breath he exhaled hit Gan Jing's pretty face directly, making Gan Jing's heart tremble, and her cheeks instantly flushed.

"We've known each other for less than three hours and you're already letting me be unruly with you. You must really enjoy men chasing after you, right?"

"I didn't think so much, I just wanted you to help me let Lu Yuan in."

Gan Jing tried to make his voice sound calmer, but that weak explanation seemed pale and powerless in this situation.

As Lin Yuan got closer and closer, Gan Jing's back gradually leaned against the sofa, and his body leaned back involuntarily, like a deer forced into a corner by a hunter.

Her soft little hand rested on Lin Yuan's chest, and she could even feel his strong heartbeat beneath his chest, making Gan Jing even more flustered.

Lin Yuan's face darkened, and his voice was a little cold: "You really haven't thought that much. If I really made a move on you in front of Lu Yuan, have you ever thought about how Lu Yuan would deal with me? With Lu Yuan's hot temper, do you believe that he can cut me into pieces?"

Gan Jing pursed his lips slightly and moved them a few times, but in the end no words came out.

She knew that with Lu Yuan's impulsive temper, if Lin Yuan really did something to hurt her, Lu Yuan would never let him go.

If I hadn't spoken out in time to stop them, Lu Yuan and Lin Yuan would have started fighting.

With Lin Yuan's physique, he would definitely not be a match for Lu Yuan.

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. No wonder Lin Yuan was so angry.

"Tell me, how did you want me to behave rudely to you just now?" Lin Yuan's voice was filled with a hint of suppressed anger and other emotions.

"Just shaking hands, hugging shoulders and that kind of thing..." Gan Jingmei looked away, her voice getting smaller and smaller, as quiet as the buzzing of a mosquito.

Lin Yuan gently pinched Gan Jing's pointed chin, with a smile on his face: "Not enough."

……

Lin Yuan composed a beautiful piano piece, and Gan Jing lay on the sofa, humming softly.

Her eyes gradually became blurred and she was immersed in this wonderful atmosphere.

……

"Squeak."

The sound of a door opening suddenly rang out, echoing in the empty living room.

The sudden noise made the two people who were immersed in an atmosphere of desire instantly alert. They all looked towards the door and saw Peng Jiahe coming out of the room with sleepy eyes.

"Cousin, what are you doing on the sofa?" Peng Jiahe rubbed his eyes and asked with a little curiosity, his voice sounding soft.

Lin Yuan naturally wouldn't be so impulsive as to have a fierce fight on the sofa. He just took advantage of the atmosphere and gently massaged Gan Jing outside her clothes.

He remained calm and explained very naturally, "Your sister Gan Jing just bumped her leg accidentally, I'm helping her to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

As Lin Yuan spoke, he gently stroked Gan Jing's calves back and forth.

"Sister Gan Jing, is your leg okay?" Peng Jiahe said as she walked towards the two of them, with concern in her eyes.

"Well, I'm much better." Gan Jing replied awkwardly, her body slightly tense and she forced a smile on her face.

"Cousin, you really know how to do this?" Peng Jiahe's sleepy eyes suddenly lit up, full of surprise.

Lin Yuan didn't want to dwell on this topic any more. He raised his chin slightly and asked, "Why are you out again so late at night?"

"I came out to use the bathroom." Peng Jiahe said as a matter of course.

"Go quickly, and find a blanket for Lu Yuan outside the door after class." Lin Yuan did not forget to remind him.

"Oh." Peng Jiahe responded and turned to walk towards the toilet.

Being disturbed by Peng Jiahe, Gan Jing turned around from her intoxicated state. When she saw Peng Jiahe leaving the living room, she quickly sat up, one body distance away from Lin Yuan, with a blush and embarrassment still on her face.

She lifted the hair beside her ear, trying to calm herself down. Her slender fingers brushed through her hair in a slightly hasty motion, and she asked in a trembling voice, "You said Lu Yuan is still outside my house?"

Lin Yuan nodded slightly and replied: "His passport and wallet are lost, and his luggage is in my car. Where else can he go? Besides, I am still living with you. Can he leave without worry?"

Of course I'm worried.

Gan Jing bit her lower lip, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes. She shouldn't have invited Lin Yuan to stay.

The impression of Lin Yuan as a humble and polite person in his mind was immediately crossed out.

If it were Lu Yuan, he would definitely not be willing to treat himself like this.

Although she had some resentment towards Lin Yuan, she also felt deep down that she was indeed inconsiderate and it was understandable that Lin Yuan was angry with her... right?

Moreover, he was only a little bit rude to himself with his hands and didn't do anything more excessive, which showed that Lin Yuan still had a sense of propriety.

Gan Jing tried hard to convince himself in his heart.

After all, Lin Yuan... was really handsome. But this time, she didn't dare to ask Lin Yuan for help and called Lu Yuan in.

After using the toilet, Peng Jiahe returned to his room, found a blanket, and opened the door.

Lu Yuan sat on the ground with his eyes closed, his body slightly curled up, as if he had fallen asleep.

Peng Jiahe threw the blanket on Lu Yuan.

"My cousin asked me to give it to you."

Lu Yuan was suddenly woken up from his sound sleep. He glanced at Peng Jiahe unhappily, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

In my heart, I feel a little grateful towards Lin Yuan. Although this guy is a little sharp-tongued, he has a good heart.

He had no idea that his goddess had just been teased.

"Do you know what you look like now?" Peng Jiahe said to himself with a mischievous smile on his face, "Like a homeless stray dog, so pathetic."

Lu Yuan had long been immune to such words. He just silently covered his head with the blanket and didn't bother to pay attention to Peng Jiahe's provocation.

Seeing that Lu Yuan ignored her, Peng Jiahe curled her lips and felt bored. She walked back and said to the two people sitting on the sofa, "I'm going back to sleep."

"Jiahe, wait, let me sleep with you." Gan Jing said, stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, and walked towards Peng Jiahe's room.

Peng Jiahe felt a little strange, but this was Gan Jing's home after all, and she didn't dare to complain because she had just been taught a lesson by Lin Yuan.

……

the next day.

As the morning light breaks, scattered rays of sunlight filter through the gaps in the curtains and quietly fall onto the floor inside the house.

Peng Jiahe walked out of the room sleepily, and saw her cousin sitting on the sofa in the living room. She smiled happily.

He stepped forward and hugged Lin Yuan’s arm.

"Cousin, I knew you wouldn't leave." Her voice was filled with unconcealable joy and relief, and her tone rose slightly, as if a happy little bird was singing.

Lin Yuan rubbed her little head, his movements full of pampering, and smiled softly: "You are still here, where should I go?"

Peng Jiahe's father died, her mother abandoned her, and her grandmother suffered from Alzheimer's disease. Such a blow would be difficult for an adult to bear, let alone Peng Jiahe, who was just a little girl.

The joy and rebelliousness she showed were just her protective color.

It's like a wounded little animal, licking its wounds alone in the corner, but still pretending to be strong, showing its sharp teeth and claws to the outside world.

Lin Yuan knew this very well, and because of this, he felt sorry for and liked this little girl even more.

Lin Yuan's intimate actions made Peng Jiahe feel as sweet as eating honey.

She was more afraid that her cousin didn't like her than that he didn't want her.

Gan Jing did not go over to disturb the warm atmosphere between the brother and sister, mainly because she was still a little afraid of Lin Yuan.

Her eyes quietly fell on Lin Yuan. It was hard to connect the man in front of her with a friendly smile and gentle manners with the man who pressed her under him last night and had a hot and aggressive look in his eyes.

Peng Jiahe skipped over to Gan Jing, took her arm, and said sweetly, "Sister Gan Jing, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry again."

Gan Jing smiled gently: "I'll do it for you."

Seeing that Gan Jing was about to enter the kitchen to prepare breakfast, Lin Yuan said, "There's a chef outside, why not use him?"

After saying that, he looked at Peng Jiahe beside him and said, "Jiahe, go call Lu Yuan in."

"Oh." Peng Jiahe responded obediently, then turned and ran to the door.

"Thank you." Gan Jing lowered his head slightly and thanked him softly.

She felt that Lin Yuan was creating more opportunities for her to spend time with Lu Yuan. Only in this way could she find out what Lu Yuan had experienced over the years.

Lin Yuan had a gentle smile on his face, like a sunny big brother from the TV.

"no need thank me?"

All the scenes of last night suddenly came to Gan Jing's mind, and shame inevitably appeared on his face.

She couldn't tell which one was the real Lin Yuan.

She pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, and said nothing more.

Outside the door, Lu Yuan, who had just been awakened, was forcibly dragged in by Peng Jiahe.

He had a reluctant expression on his face.

However, his steps did not resist too much, but just dragged forward symbolically.

If he really didn't want to come in and take a closer look at Gan Jing, ten Peng Jiahes might not be able to drag him in.

Lu Yuan is worthy of being the three-star chef of a Michelin restaurant. Although he has lost his sense of smell and taste, his superb cooking skills are not to be underestimated.

After making breakfast.

Four people sat around the dining table.

Lu Yuan looked at Gan Jing opposite him. He felt like sitting on pins and needles and felt uncomfortable all over.

He really didn't know how to face Gan Jing.

Gan Jing was still as outstanding and beautiful as ever, but he was no longer the high-spirited Michelin chef. This gap was hard for him to accept.

He simply looked at Lin Yuan: "Eat quickly, my luggage is still in your car."

"Why are you in such a hurry? It was you who followed me here yesterday, and it was you who made a scene and left today. If you are really in a hurry, just go get it first."

Lin Yuan responded slowly and threw the car keys in front of Lu Yuan as he spoke.

Lu Yuan was embarrassed by Lin Yuan's casual action and his expression became even more embarrassed.

"Lu Yuan, do you dislike me so much?" Gan Jing looked at Lu Yuan, with a hint of hurt and confusion in his eyes.

Lu Yuan had a bitter face. With an inferiority complex, he had to find an excuse: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Lin Yuan looked at Lu Yuan's back, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously to Gan Jing and Peng Jiahe: "Believe it or not, Lu Yuan will come out angrily in five seconds."

"Five...four...three..."

Hearing Lin Yuan's firm voice, Gan Jing and Peng Jiahe both looked towards the bathroom.

"two?"

"one."

As Lin Yuan finished his countdown, as expected, Lu Yuan had a gloomy face, and his expression seemed to be extremely angry. He strode away from Gan Jing's house.

"Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan..."

Gan Jing called out anxiously twice, but Lu Yuan did not respond.

"Cousin, how did you know?" Peng Jiahe blinked his big eyes full of curiosity.

Gan Jing also looked over with a puzzled look.

(End of this chapter)