Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

I have to say that if Jian Heng is really gentle, he can really be kind to someone wholeheartedly.

Even if Yan Ran didn't speak, even if Yan Ran was so indifferent to him, he could still take care of her in a subtle way, even if Yan Ran didn't need this kind of care at all.

Yan Ran still had no intention of staying for the other person. Jian Heng locked her up, which couldn't change anything.

After such a long relationship, Jian Heng may have been successful in directing and acting, but Yan Ran couldn't stand it anymore.

In particular, the other party treated her like a child and had to feed her every meal. She was just a mute, not a disabled person.

Jian Heng didn't seem to notice Yan Ran's dissatisfaction. He gave her some gentle kisses and couldn't help but kiss her. His long fingers traced her eyebrows. There seemed to be deep love in his eyes. After looking at it for a while, he thought about it. She became shy, and a faint blush appeared on her face.

While cooking in Jian Heng's kitchen, Yan Ran walked towards the door with a cold face.

The door lock is a fingerprint and needs to be pressed to open it.

But Yan Ran couldn't stand this man anymore, and he pressed the door handle indiscriminately, his actions revealing his irritability.

Jian Heng heard the noise in the kitchen and came out immediately. When he saw Yan Ran opening the door, he walked behind her without moving, and just watched her doing useless work.

It serves no purpose other than a waste of effort.

Jian Heng always stood there and stared at her quietly, with a slight smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. The arc changed and remained unchanged, like an eerie and eerie painting, which made people shudder.

Yan Ran turned her head and looked at this face. The gloomy and resentful emotions that she had suppressed for the past few days suddenly burst out. She pointed at Jian Heng and then at the door. The meaning was self-evident.

Wearing an apron, the man with handsome and indifferent eyebrows had two collars of his black shirt undone, and his strong muscles were faintly visible. His nose was high and he was looking at her with his eyes lowered and smiling, exuding male charm.

It was hard for Yan Ran not to admit that he had a face and figure that made all women crazy. Even if her eyes were too cunning, she could not find anything wrong with the man's body.

But even so, the Yan family would not be fooled by his appearance.

She glared at Jian Heng, trying to make herself look really angry, angry and dissatisfied.

Yan Ran: If you do this to me again, I will call the police.

For Yan Ran, this was already the cruelest method.

As everyone knows, her face is white and harmless, delicate and beautiful, without any aggression. Even if she stares at someone, it will only stir up the dark malice in the man's heart.

Jian Heng stopped pretending at the right time, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Ran Ran, it's time to eat now, please stop making trouble, okay?"

This tone seemed to be unreasonable to Yan Ran.

Yan Ran looked at him coldly: I don't want to eat, I want to leave!
Maybe it was because Yan Ran had put it aside for a long time without saying anything about leaving. Now that Yan Ran was ahead of schedule again, it seemed that Jian Heng was thinking of bad things. His eyes gradually became cold, and he looked directly into Yan Ran's eyes, lingering between his eyebrows. The almost sinister indifference forced Yan Ran to look away from him with a chill in her heart.

The moment Yan Ran looked at him, it was as if he had seen a ferocious beast, and his whole body shivered.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like fragile butterflies. Yan Ran lowered her head and wanted to hide behind, but there was a cold door behind her, and she had nowhere to hide.

Yan Ran thought that Jian Heng would lose his temper in this state. After all, Jian Heng was like a lit bomb now.

However, it does not.

The excessive silence made the atmosphere even more rigid and torturous.

After a while, Yan Ran felt a slight weight on the top of his head, and then was gently touched by a big hand.

A man's moody voice came from overhead.

"Come over and eat first, the food is cold."

After saying that, he naturally held Yan Ran's hand.

No matter how many times he signed, Yan Ran felt that the man's hands were extremely cold, without warmth, like a dead person.

But the other party especially liked to hold her hand tightly, which made her feel like her hand was holding an ice cube, and the coldness spread from the palm of her hand to her body.Looking at the food on the table, Yan Ran didn't know how to eat it.

Jian Heng said: "Try this Coke Chicken Wings, I've been making them for a long time."

The man's eyes looked at her expectantly, as if the shadow just now was just an illusion.

Yan Ran didn't move his chopsticks, as if he didn't hear.

As time went by, the temperature in Jian Heng's eyes slowly dropped.

Neither of them spoke, and deathly silence spread.

Jian Heng put a piece of chicken wing on the small plate in front of Yan Ran. In a low and magnetic voice, he whispered, as if coaxing, "Take a bite, you can taste it."

Yan Ran: I don’t like chicken wings.

Seeing that Yan Ran finally had some reaction, Jian Heng's eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "You can have something else, too. There is also pork rib soup here. I have stewed it for a long time and it tastes good. Do you want..."

Yan Ran: I have no appetite.

If he couldn't hear Yan Ran's perfunctory words, Jian Heng would be an idiot.

He squeezed the chopsticks in his hand tightly, and with a click, the wooden block was broken by him, and he threw it into the trash can as if nothing happened.

He stood up and looked at Yan Ran condescendingly for a long time.

In the last meal, Yan Ran was still forced to eat half the bowl by Jian Heng.

To be honest, Jian Heng's cooking skills have indeed improved in the past few days, and he has put a lot of thought into it, becoming more and more in line with Yan Ran's appetite.

But there was no other way, Yan Ran had to maintain his character, pretending to have a loss of appetite and not wanting to touch a bite of food.

From then on, every meal time became the most difficult test for Yan Ran.

System: [Hold it! 】

Yan Ran: [Suck it... hold it back. 】

The system hates iron and steel: [Your mouth is almost drooling, can you save some backbone? ! 】

Yan Ran: [Suck...I can't. 】

system:【……】

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It rains a lot in autumn, often, and the air is filled with the aroma of moist earth.

The hand was held tightly by another broad and rough finger, and the fingers were interlocked.

Jian Heng picked up rows of vegetables and looked very experienced. Occasionally, he would turn around and ask Yan Ran for his opinion. Of course, Yan Ran would usually ignore him.

Yan Ran: [I want to eat pickled pepper chicken feet, I want to eat spicy strips, I want to eat duck neck, I want to eat potato chips... Wuwu...]

The system is indifferent and ruthless: [Then just keep thinking about it. 】

Yan Ran: [嘤. 】

Jian Heng carefully selected the vegetables and meat, and then asked Yan Ran for his opinion.

When he turned his head, Yan Ran happened to be looking at the QQ candy on the shelf without blinking.

Slender fingers pushed her chin back.

"They are all pigments, and eating them is not good for your health."

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