After being trapped in the infinite variety show, the big salted fish killed her crazy

it's dark.

Yunshu finally felt the obvious passage of time.

She left the chair, moved her stiff limbs, and prepared to go downstairs for dinner.

Turning around, I realized that Zhou Jingmo had stopped looking at the document at some point, and was sitting in the dimming light, staring at her.

The two looked at each other for a second, Yun Shu looked away first, and said flatly, "I want to eat."

Zhou Jingmo stood up: "The chef is not here, only a little pasta."

When he reached the door, he turned his head to look at her again, and added casually, "There is another fish."

"I don't like fish," she said, walking past him without looking back. "Where's the pasta?"

Everything is in the kitchen. In addition to two noodles with tomato sauce, there is also a grass carp in the pool, which is the size of two palms, which is exactly the amount for two people.

She didn't even look at the fish, and was about to go out with her face in her hand, but was stopped by Zhou Jingmo who had just walked in.

"The fish is there."

She smiled on the skin: "You don't want me to make it for you, do you? Dreaming."

Zhou Jingmo was not angry, but unbuttoned his cuff buttons, rolled up his cuffs, and said, "I'll do it, you teach me."

She frowned slowly.

"You even cook the noodles and serve them in front of you. Cook? Do you know how?"

The key point is that such a high-ranking person in a suit and leather shoes looks like sitting in an office and signing documents instead of scraping fish scales in the kitchen.

"No, you can learn." He rolled up his cuffs, took off his expensive watch, and put his palms into the pool.

Unexpectedly, the fish was still a violent one, when touched by his hand, the tail of the fish flicked violently, and hit the back of his hand with a "slap".

The splashed water splashed on Zhou Jingmo's body and face, making him subconsciously close his eyes and turn his head.

Yun Shu took two steps back, raised her brows slightly, and slurped her pasta in a good mood.

Zhou Jingmo tilted his head, the water on his face was still running down, he seemed a little puzzled: "Shouldn't this be the first step?"

She took another mouthful of noodles, glanced at the fish in the pool, and said with a bad attitude: "Hold it, knock it out."

"What do you use to knock?" The water on his face dripped down to his chin, and he frowned and asked, "Can you help me wipe it off?"

"No."

She walked out with her face upright, not caring about his embarrassed appearance.

Zhou Jingmo lowered his eyes and rolled his Adam's apple.

The portion of a bowl of pasta is not big, anyway, it is not enough for Yun Shu to be full.

She took the bowls and chopsticks back to the kitchen and found that Zhou Jingmo was still struggling with the fish scales.

After looking at it twice, she took another portion of noodles as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Jingmo noticed her movement, stopped and called her: "That's mine."

"But I'm not full. You still have fish. If you really can't, can't you be hungry?"

Deceived too much outright, she finished speaking with a calm face, and even ate the noodles provocatively.

As before, deliberately mischief.

Zhou Jingmo glanced at her again, pretending he didn't see it, turned around and continued to handle the fish, and asked in a low voice by the way:
"Do you want to scrape off the blue-black layer under the fish scales?"

She hadn't handled fish for a long time, and she almost forgot where there was black and blue on the fish, but she still said "um" casually.

Anyway, he cooks and eats by himself, and it doesn't matter to her if he is poisoned to death. …

She went outside again with the pasta.

After eating two non-local staple foods in a row, the sticky taste slowed down her eating speed a little.

The last few rolled noodles were sticking to his mouth, and before he could finish eating, there was a sudden sound of a knife being thrown into the pool from the kitchen.

She looked up, and soon Zhou Jingmo washed his hands and came out, with a bad face, walked to the coffee table and wiped the water on his hands, while covering his bleeding fingers with a tissue.

"There's no fish for dinner. I can't cook."

She ate the pasta in one bite, not surprised at all.

"Anyway, I'm full."

"But I haven't eaten yet."

"What's the matter with me?"

After she finished eating the noodles, she left the bowls and chopsticks behind. After getting off the table, she sat on the single sofa, took something casually and twirled it in her hands.

Zhou Jingmo was still wiping the blood on himself, watching her every move.

Seeing that she likes to lie on the sofa and play with herself like before, the pain in her fingers seemed to be relieved a little at this moment.

This is not bad, it is their rare peace.

Staying any longer is the rest time.

Granted, there is nothing wrong with skipping a meal.

Zhou Jingmo's work efficiency in the living room on an empty stomach is not low.

When the time on the watch pointed to 09:30, he interrupted the daze of the man on the sofa with a voice, saying, "It's time to sleep."

Yun Shu came back to her senses and glanced at him.

"I could just sleep right here."

"Where you sleep doesn't change what happens. But I think you'd rather be in your room."

She still didn't change her face: "There are surveillance everywhere here, I can't sleep in the room, why don't I just sit here under the camera all night, don't worry, people won't die if I stay up all night."

Zhou Jingmo was silent for a moment, and then he said, "There are none in the room."

It turned out to be the same as Hall [-].He still retains the most basic gentlemanly demeanor.

However, it cannot be ruled out that what he said was a lie.

Zhou Jingmo's patience seemed to have been consumed by the fish in the evening. After answering this question, seeing that she still didn't move, he walked over and hugged her directly.

Yun Shu quickly pushed him away, stood up by herself, ran upstairs in a hurry, and locked the room behind her.

But Zhou Jingmo had been prepared and opened the door with the spare key.

After entering, she still pretended that these little actions of hers didn't exist, took off her suit and went into the bathroom.

When he came out again, Yun Shu wrapped the pillow and quilt around her body tightly, like a chrysalis.

Zhou Jingmo went to bed with steam, and his sleeping posture in a well-regulated manner resembled him, as if covered by an invisible frame.

The two were lying on one side, neither closing their eyes nor speaking.

There seems to be a thin wire connecting the organs in the light, controlling each other's breathing, and being careful not to touch each other.

But long-term depression will make people feel that it is not as good as a one-time outbreak.

Yun Shu tensed her nerves, and felt that he suddenly reached out, and immediately rolled off the bed.

Then he was held down by Zhou Jingmo.

He propped up his upper body, firmly suppressed her struggling movements, and freed his hands to peel off the quilt.

"What are you struggling with? Look at me. It's been a day, aren't you ready yet?"

As soon as the quilt was pulled away, Yun Shu pointed at him with a fork, her eyes were calm, but there was water in her eyes.

"If you miss it, you miss it, Zhou Jingmo, I don't want anything to happen to you, you'd better not force me."

Zhou Jingmo's narrow eyes were dark and heavy: "You hate me that much? Hate me? You can dedicate yourself to Gu Xingze for revenge, but you can't be with me for your own safety? Why, guard yourself for him?"

"Don't lean closer." She quickly blinked away a tear, her voice trembling.

He snorted: "Afraid of me? I wasn't afraid back then..."

"How did you know that I wasn't afraid at the beginning?" She tried to open her eyes wide, and the tears could fall in clusters without blinking.

Zhou Jingmo suddenly lost his voice.