readx; People who are responsible for losses often choose to take the initiative to cover up their weakness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Kim Hyun-sook's view, Kang Tae-chul's words completely exposed his true situation.

"It's a shame that this good skin." The same voice rose in the hearts of the two, and then sighed at each other.

It was just before 6 p.m. when I got home, and the summer days lasted a long time, so the house was still very bright.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Taizhe found Han Jiaren lying on the sofa, and after changing into a pair of slippers, he came to the sofa lightly.

Han Jiaren is a very magical existence.

In reality, she doesn't have many works, but every time she appears in them, they are all popular, and she is very low-key, but her popularity has not decreased, and she is always the favorite spokesperson of various manufacturers like Kim Tae-hee.

Han Jiaren has no intention of accepting any more works since "My Name is Jin Sanshun" this year, but this does not mean that she is in a state of panic every day.

Advertising, CF, various commercial activities, and charity activities suggested by Kang Tae-chul, Han Ga-jin flew between cities and countries almost non-stop.

Han Jiaren's personality is very homely, if life and survival allow, she will choose to leave the entertainment industry forever and become an ordinary person, instead of living under the lights and cameras.

Jiang Taizhe asked why he fought so hard before, Han Jiaren smiled and didn't speak, and then he understood.

The reason for this is a word called "security".

Han Jiaren's sleeping appearance is not very beautiful, her body is leaning sideways, her back is bowed, her two hands are pillowed under her cheeks, and the exposed point has become red, it seems that she has slept for a long time. The two plump long legs were slightly bent, the silk was entangled in the legs, and the T-shirt on them was also rolled up, revealing a cute navel.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Taizhe's guilt was even greater, and he squatted down and gently pulled down the T-shirt and covered her with the quilt.

Maybe his movements were too big, or maybe Han Jiaren was sleeping lightly, and before the quilt was completely covered, Han Jiaren's eyes opened.

"You're back." Han Jiaren looked sleepy-eyed, her tone was glutinous, and she stretched out a hand to Jiang Taizhe.

Holding this slender white and tender hand, which was heated by heavy pressure for a long time, Jiang Taizhe said with a smile: "I'm back." ”

After saying this, Jiang Taizhe didn't speak again, and his eyes focused on Han Jiaren's face and didn't take his eyes away.

Han Jiaren's fair face turned red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and her other hand stretched out from the quilt and pushed him, "What are you looking at." ”

The voice is soft, the tone is soft, like the breeze that blows through your heart, like the weeping willow swaying by the river at the end of March, like the drop of water falling on the calm surface of the lake.

"I'm looking at you." Kang Tae-cheol kissed her hand.

Han Jiaren only shows this kind of girlish demeanor when she wants to sleep or just wakes up, and this appearance can easily penetrate Jiang Tae-cheol's psychological defense line every time - although this line of defense is always a paper paste when facing Han Jiaren.

"I'm going to cook." Han Jiaren got up from the sofa and tried to break free from the hand she was holding.

"I'll do it, you rest." Kang Tae-cheol pressed her on the sofa and turned around and went to the kitchen.

The two of them cook by themselves as long as they have time on weekdays, and Han Jiaren has higher requirements for the quality of meals, and Han Jiaren despises a man like Jiang Taizhe who can only eat three dishes even if he counts instant noodles.

If it was usual, Han Jiaren would insist on doing it herself, but after flying between South Korea and Hong Kong for five days in a row, she was really tired when she just came back, so she didn't insist.

Of course, poor appetite is also an important reason.

Jiang Taizhe was clanging in the kitchen, and Han Jiaren knew what kind of dish he was cooking when he heard this familiar voice outside.

A classic dish that needs to be made with a kitchen knife and noodles, with cucumber as the main ingredient and vinegar and garlic as auxiliary ingredients, Jiang Taizhe does not have one of his favorites - patting cucumbers.

Han Jiaren likes to eat cucumbers very much, and uses cucumbers for beauty. But she doesn't like the taste of garlic very much, so she is very entangled in the face of the cucumber dish.

It feels like the mentality of whether or not to play the next set when you've lost six qualifiers and then the seventh one win and one loss.

The noise in the kitchen lasted for more than twenty minutes, and Han Jiaren sat on the sofa, looking at the two sparrows in the courtyard standing on the leaves, named Cuihua and Wangcai, a little stunned, and some indescribable sadness in his eyes.

But this sadness disappeared immediately when Jiang Tae-cheol came out, and was replaced by a smiling face.

There are some people who you see as if they are happy all the time, but that doesn't mean they won't be sad, it's just that they're too careful to hide their deep or shallow wounds from others. (PS: If you have such friends, please cherish them.) ）

"It's time to eat." Jiang Taizhe held a plate of cucumbers and a pot of kimchi soup in his hand, put them on the coffee table, and then ran back to the kitchen, bringing out a pot of rice and two porcelain bowls.

"Why don't you just eat a little bit today?" Jiang Taizhe squatted on the ground to fill the bowl with rice, raised his head and sneered.

"Failed to make noodles?" Han Jiaren took the rice and scooped a spoonful of soup into it.

"No face......" Jiang Taizhe was a little embarrassed.

"Where's the pickles?"

"That's all there is to it." Kang Tae-cheol pointed to the soup in the basin.

“......”

"I'm curious how you got to where you are today." Han Jiaren glared at him angrily.

"There's my mother." Jiang Taizhe replied confidently, stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth, and then took a bite of cucumber, enjoying his face.

"Ah" Han Jiaren couldn't cry or laugh, she didn't know what to say.

Dinner was eaten quickly, one was that Han Jiaren had no appetite, and the other was that Jiang Taizhe was too appetizing.

Looking at the back of Jiang Taizhe returning to the kitchen to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, a trace of hesitation flashed in Han Jiaren's eyes, but after a while, his eyes were firm again.

After washing the dishes, Jiang Taizhe came out and saw Han Jiaren sitting upright on the sofa, and asked very strangely, "Nuna, do you have back pain?" ”

"I want to talk to you about something." Han Jiaren tried his best to control his tone and expression.

Kang Tae-cheol sat beside her, watching her quietly.

"Those two sparrows in the yard, they're very happy." Han Jiaren pointed to the place outside where there was no figure to be seen, only sound could be heard.

“......”

Jiang Taizhe was silent, bowed his head and did not speak.

Han Jiaren looked at him, and the look of disappointment in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Tai ......" Han Jiaren wanted to speak, and then found Jiang Taizhe standing up.

"Kim Tae-hee and I have known each other for a long time......" Kang Tae-cheol looked at the setting sun outside and opened his mouth word by word.

The sun was sinking in the west, the full moon was rising, and the courtyard was covered with a layer of silver light.

The story of Kang Tae-chul and Kim Tae-hee was finally finished, and then he moved his already stiff legs and sat back on the sofa.

"She's still using you."

"I know."

"She'll hurt you."

"I know."

"Give me a little time and I'll take care of it." Jiang Taizhe looked at her very seriously and said this sentence very seriously.

"Do you love me?"

"Love."

Han Jiaren suddenly threw herself into Jiang Taizhe's arms, hugged him tightly and didn't let go.

"I don't know what it was like before, and I don't know what the future holds." Han Jiaren's tone was a little choked.

"But at least for now." Han Jiaren raised his head and looked at him.

"I don't think anyone will love you more than I do."