Chapter Eighty-Six: Toast

She was right in one sentence, Xia Cen Xi did despise the importance to Jin Hengshen seven years ago.

Jin Hengshen looked at Xia Cen Xi walking towards him and was a little surprised.

"I just... I went to see my mother. ”

Jin Heng thought that Qin Jing would immediately ask Xia Cen Xi about herself, but she didn't expect her to take the initiative to tell herself.

"So what?"

Xia Cen Xi was speechless for a moment, and his eyes were on the oil paintings that had not come and put away yesterday.

This picture with different colors is not like Jin Hengshen's style. In the center of the painting is a crooked toast, which is abruptly colored, and actually adds pink to the sandwich of the toast?

Jin Hengshen noticed her surprised gaze, paced over and seemingly inadvertently blocked the drawing board.

Bad work.

"I didn't draw it, I just like to eat it. ”

"So you love toast..."

Her words were originally talking to herself, but they unexpectedly fell into Jin Hengshen's ears.

"How?"

The man was a little uncomfortable.

Xia Cenxi shook his head and was about to go out, but he didn't know where he got the inexplicable courage and suddenly turned around.

"Actually, what I'm trying to say is... I'll do it..."

“?”

Jin Heng stared at the woman in front of the door, and looked a little surprised by the questions she threw out.

"I'll do... Toast. ”

This side is trying to change, but Zhuo Qin's side is ......

Since the last corridor incident, Shen Yixiao has never been on the set again.

Zhuo Qin didn't feel bored, but Cheng Xiaohan, a young actor who played with him, had a good talent.

She sat in the rest room boredly scrolling on her mobile phone, in addition to seeing some media funny fabrications about herself, she also watched some financial news.

The main thing is Yunmeng Group.

"Teacher Zhuo Qin, I'm going to play..."

The field attendant was urging from the side.

She hurriedly put down her phone, but missed a text message that had just come in, and the sender was a number that a person had no notes but absolutely remembered.

Shen Yixiao's text message was sent out, but it is a pity that the text message does not have the function of recalling.

He stood alone in his office, and no one noticed that there was a group photo of him on his desk.

The young boys and girls in the photo are smiling fresh and pure in the sun.

"What the hell did you think about that day's question?"

He held his shiny phone, and he didn't know why he was so obsessed with a problem that had been seven years old.

Why is it so easy to leave? Leave our world. This is very important to Shen Yixiao, although he still breeds hatred whenever he thinks about it.

He knew that she had a lot of last resorts, but in ...... Is it so easy to be abandoned?

Now that I'm back what I'm doing, I'm like a pug, looking forward to it every day.

The separation was just a shallow kiss on the girl's face on an ordinary midsummer night, thinking it was a sweet beginning, with infinite imagination, but it became the last intimacy before parting.

Is it possible to come and go as soon as you are summoned? Isn't it, tired of it, not yourself?

Shen Yixiao didn't want to think back to those years, he searched all the places, and there was no news of Zhuoqin.

At that time, he felt that people were really small, the world was really fighting, and he was really incompetent.

Later in life, he was admitted to a prestigious school step by step, started his own business, and then stepped into a higher position step by step.

Including the establishment of Yunmeng...... There is no Zhuo Qin's participation in these life trajectories, but she exists.

chose to start an entertainment company because she knew that she had embarked on the road of being an actress;

After becoming famous, he returned to Shanghai, also because he wanted to meet her again, and every step of the way carried her share.

Shen Yixiao clearly knew that he still loved Zhuo Qin, but he also hated it.

Calling the assistant outside the door, Shen Yixiao made up his mind, and no one could change it.

"Mr. Shen... Do you really want to do this?"

The assistant is not only a close confidant who has been with him for many years, but also a classmate who knows his unbearable past.

After taking the things that Shen Yixiao handed over to him, he still asked a little out of the way to the chair that turned over.

Shen Yixiao waved his hand and decisively.

He hated not only Zhuo Qin, but also those who broke them up with his own hands.

At that time, the villa in the east of the city was staging a warm drama...

Jin Hengshen rarely went home very early, didn't see Xia Cen Xi's figure, and had a frustration that he couldn't even detect, and saw that Aunt An was about to prepare dinner.

"Aunt An, you don't need to prepare dinner today, if you want to eat, just make your own. ”

Aunt An didn't understand what he meant, but she had to do it.

"By the way, do you still have toast at home?"

In the past, Xia Cen Xi would be addicted to the aroma of food coming from the villa whenever he walked to the door, but today he didn't.

I pushed the door open in confusion, but I bumped into someone I didn't expect.

"Hengshen, why are you coming back?"

Jin Heng glanced at her deeply and sat on the chair in the living room pretending to be nothing.

"Didn't you say you could make toast?

The satchel in Xia Cenxi's hand almost fell to the ground.

She often wonders what she likes about Jin Hengshen.

Presumably...... Contrasting cute?

After a moment of shock, she smiled and immediately changed her clothes and walked to the kitchen.

Toast is not difficult to make, but the difficult thing to make is the toast presented to Jin Hengshen.

Seeing that a man in brown cotton and linen pajamas was standing in front of the cupboard, like a child waiting for food, Xia Cen Xi couldn't help laughing again.

Bacon toast rolls are a delicacy that Xia Cen Xi often tasted when she was studying in the UK.

The egg skin neutralizes the aroma of bacon, spreads it on the toast, and adds lettuce and tomato sauce, which is not a hard treat, but it is also rich enough to have a color and flavor.

Xia Cen Xi put the food plate in front of Jin Hengshen and saw him staring straight at him.

"Taste it... I don't know if you like the taste, but it's my specialty. ”

Jin Hengshen picked up a small piece with a fork and put it into her mouth as she watched.

The combination of sweet and salty flavors permeated the tip of his tongue, and he tasted the mint specially added to reduce the oiliness, which was surprisingly delicious.

"Hmm... Not bad. ”

In fact, he wanted to say "it's delicious", but after it reached his mouth, it turned into a comment like "good".

In order to capture a man's heart, it is necessary to first grasp his stomach. There is a reason why this statement seems to be an eternal rumor.

Xia Cen Xi wiped the oil stains on his hands, and looked at the movements he kept sending into his mouth.

Jin Hengshen lowered his head and chewed silently, and suddenly spoke.

"When I was young, my parents were not around, and when the maid was not around, I could only eat toast. I've gotten used to it for so many years and fell in love with it. ”

Xia Cen Xi didn't expect Jin Hengshen to say this, a little surprised, more sweet and a little distressed, looking at Jin Hengshen tenderly.

"I'll do all of this in the future, as long as you like it. ”

The atmosphere of the four eyes was ruined by a phone call.

"Oh no, Mr. Jin, look at the news bulletin. ”