Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

"Hmm, don't think I can't hear you. Hurry up, we still have a lot of places to go." Zhuang Tianyao fiddled with his tie, and there seemed to be an unknown blush on his face.

What else could Lin Jiyue do, she had to obediently swipe her card to pay the bill. Anyway, she had never understood this man before, so she just let him go.

According to Liu Xi, girls like romance, and shopping, watching movies, and candlelight dinners are the three must-kill skills.

The next step is to go to the cinema to watch a movie, and Zhuang Tianyao actually took Lin Jiyue to a popular movie theater instead of the clubs he usually goes to. spy movie.He had to drag her to line up with ordinary couples to buy tickets and enter the arena with two big bottles of soda and popcorn. It was a strange thing that happened every day, especially today.

Lin Jiyue thought she would find it boring, but she didn't expect the plot to attract her deeply. It turns out that apart from conspiracy and tricks, there is also love in the boring spy war.

The love that survives in the cracks is more difficult and more precious.

The identities of the hero and heroine are destined to be enemies for life, and that feeling can only be hidden deep in the heart and never told to others.

Zhuang Tianyao felt something was wrong, only to realize that her eyes were red, and asked in a low voice with a cold face, "How can you cry while watching spy movies?"

Lin Jiyue said, "Look at you, leave me alone."

Zhuang Tianyao took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and murmured stiffly: "You are in my care, why should I ignore you? Well, don't cry!" He hugged her in his arms angrily and urgently, If you don't want to scold her, you just get sulking, and then scold Liu Xi in your heart, you nonsense guy, what kind of movie should you watch?It's really nothing to look for!

In the distance, Liu Xi was eating the home-cooked food cooked by his wife, and suddenly sneezed, strange, who was scolding him?

Just after leaving the movie theater, Zhuang Tianyao was thinking about where to eat tonight. The phone in his jacket buzzed, but he didn't answer it. Lin Jiyue touched him, pointed to his pocket and said, "You're calling."

"Yeah." He took it out and took a look, his face sank, he didn't answer it, and turned off the phone directly.

He saw a large supermarket chain across the street, and thought of that cookbook. With a thought, he squeezed Lin Jiyue's palm, lowered his head and asked her, "I remember you can cook, right?"

Lin Jiyue hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "I can do a few simple things."

Zhuang Tianyao grinned happily, and pulled her towards the direction of the supermarket: "Come on, let's go home tonight and cook by ourselves."

"What?" Lin Jiyue was taken aback.

Cook?What's going on with him today?

Lin Jiyue shook Zhuang Tianyao's arm and said softly, "Why don't we eat outside, I don't cook well."

I always feel that cooking for a man is a very private thing, not to mention that it contains her memories of someone. She only wants to cook for Zhuang Licheng. Does Zhuang Tianyao want to take away the only memory between them now? ?

Zhuang Tianyao pursed his lips and did not speak. When the pedestrian green light came on, he crossed the zebra crossing with Lin Jiyue's ten fingers clasped together. Looking up, the supermarket was crowded with people on the weekend. A couple came out of the supermarket with big bags and passed them by. I don't know what jokes were said when I was around, and the two of them laughed together, which was very warm.

With a thought in his mind, he held her hand tightly, frowned and complained with some displeasure: "Anyway, just make something to eat, and you just listen to me once?"