"Hey! Why is it so slow. ”

Lu Yuanhe grabbed the white pigeon's shoulder with a big hand, and skillfully protected the white pigeon to his side. "I only found ketchup, not oyster sauce......"

"Come with me to find it, won't you? Well? The doting tone, coupled with an uplifted hmm, the white pigeon uncontrollably, his face began to heat again.

Lu Yuanhe's fingers on the white pigeon's shoulder were cold, but with a force, they stabilized the white pigeon's mood.

From beginning to end, Lu Yuanhe didn't look up at the person opposite.

Mo Lin quickly cleaned up a trace of panic and regained his generous and decent smile, "Lu Shao, I didn't expect to meet you here." I learned a lot from the last drama, and I hope that I will have the opportunity in the future, when Lu Shao is casting......"

Lu Yuanhe hummed softly, "I'm out of company." But he didn't lift his eyes.

Holding the white dove, pushing through the shopping cart and leaving.

The president of Huanyu Group is notoriously unfeminine, and Mo Lin has been paying attention to the crew for many days, and Lu Yuanhe, who is an investor, has not appeared.

And President Lu's words just now are really intriguing......

Mo Lin and Pei Siyuan watched the two leave in a daze, their faces were very delicate.

But each has something on his mind......

……

The small area of the white pigeon is a panoramic view as soon as you enter the door.

There was a faint fragrance in the room, with a hint of sweetness.

The solid curtains of haze blue, the light blue tablecloth and carpet, the red two-seater sofa, the chic coffee table, the small golden table lamp, and the glass bottle on the dining table put a Fulang in full bloom.

Everything is small, a small dining table, a small sofa, a small living room, like a petite white dove.

Lu Yuanhe was dressed in a black suit, sitting on the sofa with long hands and feet, just like coming to a Lilliputian country, which was very disobedient.

White Pigeon changed into a wide T-shirt and a pair of old sweatpants with the name of White Pigeon High School written on it. She bit the rubber band with her mouth, and raised her hand to pull her long hair into a bun at random, revealing the white back of her neck.

In the evening sun, you can still see her delicate and delicate skin, plated with a layer of golden faint fluff.

Lu Yuanhe hurriedly took a big sip of water. Somehow, my heart was like a lake wrinkled by the wind, inexplicably soft.

The most valuable thing in the room was a piano, which looked a little old but was well maintained. The walls are covered with various award certificates and photos of her in various competitions.

When I was a child, the white dove had big eyes that were as smart and talking as they are now. Fair-skinned, with his hair in a high bun, sitting on a piano bench, with a concentration and maturity beyond his age.

When he played the piano, he pursed his lips, with a stubborn little expression, and in the photo with his family, he laughed at the two crooked moons.

Speaking of family, there is actually only a beautiful middle-aged woman with long wavy hair. The white pigeon's melon seed face and big eyes are exactly the same as her. In addition, there is an extra ghost head in the photos in recent years, which seems to be the younger brother on the tip of the white pigeon's heart.

It seems that she must like to play the piano very much. In order to support his family and younger brother, he had to leave school, so he must have been very reluctant. But there is no resentment and unwillingness in the white pigeon. It's like the Furo in a vase, small, but seriously blooming.

The tip of the white pigeon's nose was drenched in sweat, and she spun around in the small kitchen, which turned out to be a little bit like it.

The saucepan was turned on, and an anise was thrown in. The steamer is steaming and turns the fish over.

Multitasking. Coherent.

Lu Yuanhe leaned against the kitchen door and couldn't help asking, "How can you do so many things at the same time without being in a hurry?" ”

The white pigeon stuck out his tongue with a smile, "No, it's like playing the piano." ”

After speaking, he pointed to the recipe next to him, "Ah, it's still different." I don't have to read the sheet music to play the piano. Cooking is still a look. After saying that, he smiled sheepishly.

The lake on Lu Yuanhe's heart seemed to be blowing a gentle breeze again. It seems that it is the first time I have seen this little thing, and in front of myself, I put on such a relaxed expression.

"Oh, steamed dragon fish, Dongpo meat, stir-fried cabbage, cold bitter chrysanthemum, and tom yum soup, the best way to dispel dampness and sweat in summer." The last dish was served, and Bai Ge glanced at Lu Yuanhe, "Is it really okay?" I'm a little nervous......"

Lu Yuanhe looked at the white pigeon with a smile: "There is a nervous time, it is better to think about how to repay me." ”

The little ears turned red again.

……

The next visit went smoothly. Two staff members of the Civil Affairs Bureau, at the strong invitation of the white pigeon, had dinner together.

The white pigeon was worried, for fear that he would say too much and make a mistake and reveal some flaws. Lu Yuanhe was very calm, constantly picking vegetables for the white pigeon, seemingly casually talking about the details of picking fish and buying vegetables in the supermarket today, and even talked about the white pigeon's college, high school, and even childhood.

Hearing this, the white pigeon had a lot of little question marks in his heart.

Of course, she didn't know that Lu Yuanhe had condensed her twenty-two years of life into more than a dozen pages. Of course, I don't know that the visit she owes Lu Yuanhe a favor to let him cooperate with this time is directed by the big bad wolf......

Lu Yuanhyuk completely dominated the entire direction of the conversation. This is a piece of cake for the big president, who has been mediating at the negotiating table for many years. The white pigeon couldn't help but want to praise the president.

For the results of the visit, the eldest sister of the Civil Affairs Bureau also seemed to be satisfied. When Bai Ge and Lu Yuanhe sent her out, she kept praising Bai Ge's cooking skills, saying that the young man was blessed.

It wasn't until the guests left, and the door was closed, that the white dove leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. It's just more nervous than a piano exam......

Suddenly, there was a weight on my shoulders. Lu Yuanhe fell on himself like a deflated person. In a panic, he held Lu Yuanhe's arm, only to find that Lu Yuanhe's arm was full of red spots, especially on his neck, which were red together.

Same as the last morning at the hotel.

The white pigeon was excited, and suddenly remembered what Lu Yuanhe said, alcohol allergy......

"You...... Are you alright......"

Lu Yuanhe was weak: "What did you give me......

The white dove was so frightened that he even stammered when he spoke: I ...... I'm in Dongpo Meat...... Put a spoonful...... Huadiao Wine ......"