Zhou Jingrun was wearing a set of velvet royal blue loungewear, and under the light, his complexion was particularly white under this color.

He didn't smell of alcohol, but he had a faint smell of tobacco, so faint that it could be ignored by the incense in the room.

She stood up against the wall, avoiding his gaze, "Nothing."

Zhou Jingrun had already taken a step forward, "Show me."

Jin Moyao took a step back, "No need, it's already fine."

Zhou Jingrun sat down directly on the stool in the hallway, he squatted down on one knee in front of her, and twisted her calf with his hand.

It's not too serious, but it's also broken, and Yin has blood, and it needs to be treated.

Zhou Jingrun: "Wait."

The man went to the room and fetched the medicine kit.

He opened the medicine box and took out the sterilized iodophor and cotton balls from it.

Bow your head to her ankle and medicate her.

Jin Moyao was wearing a one-step skirt with extreme knees, the stool was low, she put her legs together and pulled the skirt down.

A very low snort came from Zhou Jingrun ahead.

Jin Moyao stared at the top of his hair, "What are you laughing at?"

After Zhou Jingrun disposed of it, he threw the used cotton swab into the trash, closed the medicine box, and raised his eyes to look at her.

"You're going to be an insurance salesman?"

Jin Moyao: "No, I'm here for work."

Zhou Jingrun: "The client's appeal is just for divorce, and the extra things you are doing now are your own subjective thoughts."

Jin Moyao: "Who told you to drink all day long, as a woman, I have empathy for female customers, and after completing the divorce demanded by the client, I still want the scumbag to pay the price, you favor the cheating man, I am not partial."

The more she spoke, the more indignant she felt, and she got up directly, "You get up, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

Men have a bad root of self-existence, more or less, and some of them are just a little higher in moral character, "I thought you were different from other men."

Jin Moyao returned to his room.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

In the past few days, not only Lynn, but even the lawyer has expressed their incomprehension of what she has done, why should she do such a thankless thing.

It's clear that there is no need, and when you return to China, if you have to do justice in any case, then you don't have to make money and make a profit, just find something for yourself.

But now, Zhou Jingrun actually thinks the same.

She suddenly felt that what she was doing was meaningless.

Just then, there was a knock on the door from the outside.

Zhou Jingrun turned the doorknob, "Are you eating?"

"No."

"What do you eat without eating?"

Jin Moyao: "Eat the air."

Zhou Jingrun opened the door, "I made tomato egg noodles, come here."

Jin Moyao changed her clothes and walked out of the room.

The noodles were ready, and Zhou Jingrun brought two bowls of noodles to the table.

Zhou Jingrun fanned it with his hand, "How does it smell?" Isn't it exactly the same as what you did?"

Jin Moyao's eyelids jumped suddenly.

Isn't it exactly the same?

Jin Moyao pulled out a chair and sat down, "Aren't all faces like this?"

Actually, it's different.

Zhou Jingrun remembers.

Ellie used to learn most of the Western food on the ship, as well as non-authentic Chinese food, and then came to the manor and studied with the Chinese chefs in the manor for a while, and she learned it.

At that time, the first thing Ellie taught Zhou Jingrun to cook was tomato egg noodles.

Because, the difference is that in the tomato egg noodles, she puts the chopped parsley that is often put in pasta.

Zhou Jingrun took a bite of noodles, "I don't favor cheating men."

Jin Mo Yaozheng

In a daze at the chopped parsley sprinkled on his face, he suddenly raised his head when he heard this, "Huh?"

"Before you made your decision, you communicated with the client herself, did she know that you were going to make evidence to send her husband to prison?"

Jin Moyao paused and shook his head.

She hadn't told Lily about it, not even Lynn.

They cooperated with her, just because they wanted a smooth divorce, to retransfer the gambling debts to Charles, and at the same time divorce, so that those who collect debts no longer have to keep holding on to the client himself.

Zhou Jingrun contacted the lawyer in advance, and only then did he know Jin Moyao's plan.

Jin Moyao was stunned suddenly, "I'm ...... Admittedly, I didn't inform the client in advance, because I didn't think it was thorough."

She was just bent on completing the case, and she didn't think about it very comprehensively.

Jin Moyao held chopsticks in his hand and stirred the noodles in the bowl casually.

Zhou Jingrun took a bite of the egg before looking at Jin Moyao on the other side of the table, "So, Lily doesn't know your intention to do this, and even she doesn't know that you're doing this, what if she doesn't want to?"

Jin Moyao: "She has suffered so much under Charles, how can she not be willing?"

"Of course it is possible, for example, she wants the two parties to separate the relationship innocently, and if she has children, she does not want to let the child have a father who has been imprisoned, which will also affect the child's growth."

Jin Moyao stopped.

She admitted that she didn't think about what Zhou Jingrun is saying now.

Even now, she never thought about it.

She imposes her own ideas on others.

"If you communicate and the other party agrees......

"I'm just teaching you to reduce costs, the wool comes from the sheep, and it's not that what you do is worthless, on the contrary, what you do has added value, and even more value than the original customer asked, which requires you to talk about it and add money."

Jin Moyao: "...... All evil capitalists, everything starts with money."

Zhou Jingrun smiled, "Both sides benefit, and you also have a commission. It's battered, eat it."

The noodles have a rich tomato sauce, a soft egg, a hot smell, and a simple fragrance of chopped parsley.

Jin Moyao felt that her whole body was warm after eating.

Zhou Jingrun looked at Jin Moyao.

"Isn't it strange that the pasta is chopped with parsley?"

Jin Moyao held the chopsticks in his hand and paused, "No, the taste is unique."

Zhou Jingrun smiled, "It's an improved version of Ellie's combination of Chinese and Western."

Jin Moyao lowered her head to eat noodles, and muttered in a muffled voice, as if there was something in her voice.

At that time, she had a lot of dark dishes that were a mix of Chinese and Western, but there were also good ones, such as this egg noodles with tomatoes and parsley.

Zhou Jingrun only raised his eyes to look at her, and then lowered his head to eat noodles again.

During this process, neither of them spoke again.

After a while, Lynn came.

「Zhou！」 Lynn had just returned from Lily, but she hadn't seen anyone.

Her tone sounded panicked.

It turned out to be a bodyguard from the Lynn faction, and found out that Lily was missing.

As soon as she entered, she saw two people eating, and they looked very harmonious.