Schumann's eyes were clear and shiny, and what he said was serious.

Lin Luxiao: "......"

So, how bad is this woman at taking care of herself?

Lin Luxiao hooked his lips a little helplessly, and then said softly:

"Get out of here, I'll call you when it's cooked!"

After saying a word, he turned around and began to dismantle the pot and cook noodles.

Schumann was a little speechless, if memory serves, this seems to be her home, right?

With his back to Schumann, Lin Luxiao's busy appearance was focused and serious, with a long and straight back, a white shirt, and in a place like the kitchen, there was no sense of disobedience.

Schumann folded his arms and leaned diagonally against the door frame.

They have appeared in court together, so Schumann knows how aggressive and powerful the man in front of him, who seems to be elegant and noble, and whose gestures are as warm as the wind and comfortable, are so aggressive and powerful that people can't look directly at them.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with Lin Luxiao, he is good, sweet-mouthed, handsome and rich. It's a pity that if you don't like it, you don't like it, and if you don't feel it, you don't feel it.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but sigh heavily, moved his lips, but after all, he didn't say a word, turned around, and walked towards the living room.

However, as soon as I walked to the living room, there was another knock on the door of the room.

Schumann couldn't help but twist his eyebrows.

What day is it? Usually her family doesn't even bother to come to the mouse, why is it that one by one today they are like crops watered with dung, and they are all popping up?

With a slight expression, Schumann walked to the door, opened the door, and when he saw the angular face with a little evil and uninhibited smile, his eyes suddenly widened:

"Jiang ...... Flames? ”

Jiang Yan was dressed in a dark blue windbreaker, his slender sitting arms were raised above Schumann's head, propped on the door frame, and he picked a pair of long and charming peach blossom eyes, staring at Schumann, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked:

"How?"

How?

Schumann suddenly felt as if there were 10,000 divine beasts roaring and rushing in front of him.

"How did you get here......

"Schumann, do you prefer poached eggs or omelette......"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her, and she was caught off guard and interrupted only half of what she had said. And Lin Luxiao's originally natural and harmonious voice, at this moment, seemed to be like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, booming. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie and gloomy.

Schumann: "............"

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

No one spoke, the air was still for three seconds, and Schumann suddenly felt an extremely strong and bad premonition rise in his heart.

Sure enough, she raised her eyes slightly, and met a pair of deep and dark eyes, but as if wrapped in cold ice, gloomy and cold eyes. His gaze was cold, as if there were countless invisible blades, and at the same time, all the brushes were projected towards Schumann.

Schumann believed that if the eyes could kill people, he must have died hundreds of times by this moment.

Lin Luxiao seemed to be surprised by Jiang Yan's arrival, and on his elegant face, a slight surprise was revealed, but he quickly reined in and calmed down, and then hooked the corners of his lips, revealing a smile with a deep meaning:

"It turned out to be Mr. Jiang, did you have breakfast? Just as we were about to eat, let's come in together! ”

Anyway, no matter what kind of expression Jiang Yan had on his face, he turned around and re-entered the kitchen.

Lin Luxiao left, leaving only Schumann and Jiang Yan at the door, staring at each other silently.

Jiang Yan's thin and sexy lips have been tightly pursed into a straight line at this moment, her jaws are tightly tightened, and her eyes are half-narrowed, staring straight at Schumann for a moment.

Schumann only felt a little tightness in his throat:

"Advance ......"

"It just so happens that I really didn't eat breakfast!"

As soon as Schumann said a word, he was preempted by Jiang Yan, his voice was low and hoarse, but it seemed to be mixed with ice cubes that had not yet melted, thick and coarse, with a hint of coolness, and instantly penetrated Schumann's eardrums.

Then, she saw the corners of Jiang Yan's lips furrow coldly, looked at herself deeply, and then stepped forward, brushed past her, and entered the room.

Somehow, at his glance, Schumann suddenly shrank in the bottom of his heart.

However, after thinking about it, what did he do with such a meaningful staring at himself? I didn't do anything, what is there to be nervous about?

Thinking of this, Schumann was much more confident, slightly restrained his mind, and closed the door.

Schumann and Jiang Yan sat in the living room, Schumann watched TV, Jiang Yan watched her, neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere above their heads was extremely depressing.

Soon, Lin Luxiao brought the noodles out of the kitchen, put them in front of Jiang Yan and Shu Man respectively, and then served himself another bowl, then sat down on the sofa and began to eat noodles with his head down.

Jiang Yan didn't move immediately, still nesting on the sofa in that lazy, underbeaten posture, raising his eyebrows, and looking at it coldly. Schumann hadn't eaten in the morning, but as soon as he was seduced by the fragrance of noodles, he suddenly felt hungry, and he couldn't care about Jiang Yan, so he picked up the bowl and ate it.

As for Jiang Yan......

If he likes to sit, sit by himself!

Schumann ignored him, but it was Lin Luxiao, Xu noticed that Jiang Yan had not moved, and after eating a few bites, he raised his head:

"Isn't it to Mr. Jiang's appetite?"

What he said had a deep meaning, how could Jiang Yan not hear it?

Scold!

"How so?"

Jiang Yan replied coldly, and then sat up straight, but when he saw the plump and moist poached egg in the bowl, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more raging.

He picked up the chopsticks, but instead of picking up the noodles in his bowl, he reached directly into Schumann's bowl with chopsticks, took out the poached egg that was still intact, and threw it into his bowl.

Your uncle!

Schumann raised his head and glared at Jiang Yan angrily, but Jiang Yan looked calm:

"Why, don't you like poached eggs, I'll help you eat them!"

Schumann: "............"

This man did it on purpose!

Forget it, anyway, she really doesn't like to eat poached eggs, so it's good to give it to someone if they want it. Anyway, he used to like to grab something from her bowl to eat.

Thinking of this, Schumann lowered his head again.

Seeing this, Lin Luxiao only glanced at it deeply.

The three of them bowed their heads to eat noodles, none of them spoke, a bowl of noodles in their stomachs, Schumann suddenly felt that the whole person came to life, and even the rather embarrassing atmosphere at the moment seemed to be imperceptible.

After eating noodles, Lin Luxiao took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen, scrubbed everything, and then walked out.

He lowered his sleeves, slowly put on his suit, and looked at Schumann:

"I still have some paperwork to deal with, go back first, and come back in the evening!"

Come back?

Schumann replied almost reflexively, without thinking:

"No need!"

Lin Luxiao just smiled and didn't say anything, but turned his gaze to Jiang Yan:

"Isn't Mr. Jiang leaving?"

Jiang Yan's chin was slightly raised, but he didn't even give Lin Luxiao an eyelash. Schumann thought about it, Jiang Yan should have come to him because of the case, and it just so happened that she also had something to look for him, so she simply answered for him:

"We still have something to discuss, I'll send you out!"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to Lin Luxiao. Lin Luxiao's eyes dimmed, but he didn't let people see any clues, smiled at Shu Man, and then nodded.

Seeing off Lin Luxiao, Schumann walked back to Jiang Yan in a few steps and sat on the sofa opposite him:

"Tell me, what's the matter with coming to me early in the morning?"

Jiang Yan still pursed his lips, but did not speak, but his eyes were straight and sharp, staring straight at Schumann, staring at Schumann with a pair of beautiful eyebrows, and he couldn't help but twist them.

She just wanted to speak, but who knows, in the next second, Jiang Yan suddenly stood up and stood directly in front of her.

He was slender and straight, standing in front of Schumann like that, his eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but he looked down on her as if he were a king who looked down on her.

"What do you do......"

"Schumann!"

The two of them spoke almost at the same time, but, as the words fell, Jiang Yan had already leaned down and approached Schumann, his hand had firmly grasped Schumann's wrist at the moment, because it was too hard, Schumann could even feel the crunching sound of his bones being pinched.

"You dare to keep a man overnight, you are really getting bolder!"

Stay overnight? Your uncle!

"Which eye did you see that I left him for the night? Hurry up and let go, there is something to say, there is a fart, you are going to get sick and go out and turn left, mental hospital! ”

Schumann's tone was not good, but Jiang Yan was not moved, but still held Schumann's wrist tightly, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

His face was close to him, and his hot, heavy breath sprayed straight down his face.

Schumann twisted several times, but he didn't twist his wrist, and finally simply gave up and looked at Jiang Yan coldly. His eyes were so deep and dark that she could see her reflection clearly.

They looked at each other for a moment, and in the end it was Schumann who was defeated.

She sighed heavily:

"He came in the morning, saying that he didn't have breakfast, so he came in by himself, and I can't kick people out!"

Jiang Yan sneered when he heard this:

"When you were a child, did you pick me up less?"

was so provoked by Jiang Yan, Schumann replied almost without thinking:

"Can you be the same as him?"

As soon as the words came out, Schumann suddenly felt a little inappropriate, and was about to change his words, but saw that Jiang Yan's face was still cloudy just now, and he wanted to make a storm, but at this moment the clouds turned clear.

The smile on the corner of his lips was raging, his eyes were shining, as if he was very satisfied with Schumann's answer, he slowly let go of the hand that imprisoned Schumann, stood up again, walked back to the opposite position, and sat down.

Schumann pouted speechlessly.

How can this person turn his face as fast as turning a book?

Forget it, you can never compete with a mentally ill person, and he won't have convulsions anyway, so let's get down to business.

At this point, Schumann immediately settled down and spoke slowly......