Ran Jia chuckled and took a deep breath, she could use her best efforts in other aspects, but she could treat her feelings, and in the face of this man who made her unable to be calm, there was always the idea of escaping for a while.

Feelings are a kind of mysterious and wonderful that is not controlled, and in front of Tang Jinrong, all her confidence in her appearance and figure has deserted. She was afraid, afraid that she was just an ordinary person to him, not worthy of a look.

She is a tasker, and there is no opportunity for actors to film NG, but now it seems that they have the possibility of continuing to walk, and the first step is out, and the rest is much easier.

Tang Jinrong will be a special existence in her life in the future, just for the task of accompanying them for a lifetime in the future, and that is also a person worthy of her treatment. She rolled up the sleeves of her cotton homewear, a faint smile bloomed at the corner of her lips, Ran Jia didn't want to be entangled anymore, she went all out to treat each other with her heart, regardless of the result.

Even if the mission fails, she doesn't have so many regrets.

The supermarket has everything delivered, and she began to busily put things away, the huge refrigerator and freezer are all stuffed with all kinds of food, and the condiments have also replaced those companions who have been in the cold for a long time on the beautiful shelves, and the beautiful fabrics and delicate ornaments make the gray and white monotonous space instantly full of warmth and traces of life.

Ran Jia looked at the room again with her hands behind her back, tilted her head and thought about it, ran to the bedroom to take out her photos, one on the TV cabinet, and the other on the bedside of the bedroom. She washed her hands and went into the kitchen with satisfaction, looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator, Ran Jia realized that she didn't know what Tang Jinrong liked to eat.

Since she didn't know, then she came according to her own preferences and the public's preferences, well, they are few and it is not suitable to eat more at night, Ran Jia simply made three dishes and one soup, stir-fried broccoli, fried meat with garlic sprouts, chicken instant noodles, noodles are rolled by themselves, and the soup is white fungus tomato and egg soup.

Putting the meals on the table one by one, Ran Jia went to take a bath, and when she came out wiping her hair, she was hugged tightly in her arms, and the domineering aura of the man who smelled it once and couldn't forget it filled the entire room. Her face, which was already reddened by steam, was now deeper.

He rubbed her fragrant and soft neck, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic, not only to have a candlelight dinner, but also to wash yourself clean?" ”

All the charm was dispelled by his words, Ran Jia grinded his teeth, how could he be such a person? What about being cold, saying that it is not close to women, and what is cold about saying that it is good, the president of a super family holds tens of millions of happiness in his hands, shouldn't he be as serious as he is on the outside?

"I brought my things over and went out shopping and cooking today, and I took a shower when I was sweating and getting fumes," she explained sullenly.

"I know you're shy," he said to make her turn into a little milk dog, and bite him with a whimper!

Tang Jinrong snorted, and hugged her harder, "It seems that you don't want to eat?" His words were full of danger, which made the little milk dog instantly stunned and hummed obediently.

Caressing her back, his eyes were as bright as the night, and he said in a faint voice: "Cui Ranjia, I'm not someone you can easily provoke, since you have recognized the relationship between us, you have always been as conscious as today." Don't try to challenge my bottom line. ”

The resuming tone made Ran Jia a little in a trance, and what teased her before was just a mirage. Or, is he a schizophrenic? She silently complained in her heart.

She nodded helplessly and obediently, changed into home clothes and followed him to the living room to eat, she stored a lot of oil and water in her stomach during the Spring Festival, and only ate half a plate of broccoli, a few noodles, and put down the chopsticks after drinking a small bowl of soup.

Tang Jinrong's dinner table etiquette is good, every move is full of nobility, Ran Jia doesn't know how he did it, when she put down her chopsticks, people were already quite enthusiastic about liquidation.

As soon as Ran Jia stood up, he stretched out his hand to stop her, "You go cut some fruit, I'll wash it." ”

She smiled and raised her eyebrows, nodding her head again and again, there are very few men in the upper circles who do this, and he is still looked up to by the vast majority of people. Ran Jia cut a plate of oranges, scooped up a dragon fruit with a spoon, and inserted a few wooden skewers with Kyoto's characteristic face at the end.

Putting the fruit on the low table, she sat cross-legged on the smoky gray wool carpet, leaned comfortably on the sofa, and searched for a foreign science fiction film with the remote control and looked at it with relish.

Tang Jinrong finished washing the dishes and chopsticks, took another bath, only wrapped a bath towel, wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and walked out with an electric hair dryer in the other.

He pulled Ran Jia up from the ground, threw the hair dryer into her arms, but sat in Ran Jia's original position, took a long wooden skewer and inserted three dragon fruits into his mouth, squinting at the original soundtrack of Y Wen.

Ran Jia sat on the sofa and gently blew his hair, the man's hair was soft and smooth, and the refreshing fragrance of tea lingered under his nose. Since the two met and said those few words and hugged deeply, there has been no verbal communication or physical contact.

Her originally lofty heart gradually fell in this atmosphere, but thinking that they would share the same bed at night, Ran Jia's face flushed with the hot wind from the hair dryer.

His hair was short and easy to dry, charging the hair dryer, Ran Jia sat next to Tang Jinrong, the two of them watched the movie seriously and ate fruit, and it was less than nine o'clock after the two-hour film.

For Ran Jia, who is a night owl, the night has just begun, she touched the remote control and was about to tune in to watch a variety show, but she was taken into the arms of the man, and strode to the bedroom with a horizontal hug.

The remote control was frightened and she threw it to the ground, making a crisp sound, I don't know which key she touched, the TV actually sang a song, or the kind of lyrics that made people blush and heartbeat!

Tang Jinrong paused, and looked at the woman in his arms with his eyes closed and pretending to be dead with a smile, "Alas, the night is long, how can I live up to your hard work?" ”

"After all, you first decorated the house carefully, prepared a candlelight dinner, washed and waited for me, and now you are ......"

Ran Jia gritted his teeth and climbed his neck, and directly blocked his embarrassing words with his lips, but the lips parted as soon as they touched.

"Well, there's one more ......"

He raised his eyebrows and continued to speak, and was given another fragrant kiss.

The long night is long, but also romantic, the winter stars can't penetrate the city lights, but the cold clings to the windows, making the warmth even more precious.

Compared with the first time when the film was broken, Ran Jia thoroughly experienced what kind of scorching soul was wrapped under a cold skin. It's just that the kind of fiery can only bloom when the mind is lost, like a flash in the pan, after which the fragrance is gone, and there is nowhere to be found.

When the first glimmer of morning light lifts the fog, the city is noisy again, but it can't wake up the people who have just fallen asleep and hugging each other.

slept until noon, Ran Jia bit the quilt resentfully, last night she was forced to be the personal maid of the second noble son, which will make her continue to play the essence: "Son, this matter must be controlled, don't hollow out your body at a young age, and regret it." ”

The man in the clothes sneered: "The next time I come to the door, it's not too late for you to say this again, as long as you can bear it, this son can still fulfill your wishes." ”

Ran Jia grinded her teeth, "Okay, who's afraid of whom!" ”

Tang Jinrong glanced at her, "A girl who doesn't want to be a wife is not a good actor, you have to work hard." ”

She opened her mouth in surprise, how could this sentence sound like someone was proposing?

It must be that she thinks too much, they have only had two negative distance exchanges, and they have not yet reached the point where you have to marry you. I guess he wants her to work harder to be a well-behaved and obedient artist who is supported by the owner, right?

It's time to eat soon, they went out to eat directly after washing, Ran Jia was wearing a ginger seahorse sweater with a black base, a black windbreaker, reddish-brown high-heeled cotton boots on her feet, a navy blue beret on her head, a simple black mask to cover her beautiful face, and only the pair of narrow fox eyes were scattered with brilliance with a light smile.

Tang Jinrong was still dressed in a decent shirt and suit, and he was also in a black coat outside, his cold appearance was lined with handsome and stylish, and the two of them walked to the western restaurant outside the community with their arms in hand.

Along the way, they gained a 200% return rate, and there was a young man who took out his mobile phone to shoot, Ran Jia lowered his head slightly and let his loose hair slide down, leaving only a fair and smooth forehead for the camera.

Everyone has some regrets, so they can only take a few more photos to relieve their hunger.

After eating, Ran Jia thought that they would go home, after all, they didn't drive, but they didn't expect Tang Jinrong to hold her hand, or the kind with ten fingers clasped, beckoning to call a taxi and report the name of a big supermarket in the city.

Ran Jia pulled his hand and said in a low voice: "You are crazy, I am a new traffic actress, and you are a frequent visitor to the covers of financial publications, we are easy to be picked up and sent to the headlines." ”

"Recognize it, recognize it, do I seem to dare to be a person who doesn't dare to recognize it?" Tang Jinrong pulled her to sit in the back seat, took out a mask from his pocket and put it on, only revealing a pair of dark eyes full of wisdom and confidence, "What about this?" ”

"I want to cover it," she pursed her lips and sighed softly, but it was not easy for him to do this for himself, Ran Jia leaned into his ear and whispered: "Forget it, anyway, there are many people during the Chinese New Year, everyone has a sense of antibacterial and dustproof, and there are many people who wear masks to go to the supermarket, which is no longer exclusive to celebrities." ”

Tang Jinrong hummed, and he also lowered his head and pressed his lips against her ear, "If we are recognized, how will you be?" ”

"Mr. Tang, shouldn't this be something you worry about? Being dragged into the water by me, the queen of scandals, your personality collapsed, and the shares of the Tang Group will definitely fall, causing a lot of profit losses. As long as you don't count these things on my head, I will be Amitabha, little girl! ”