Cheng Zhihuan hasn't chatted with his second brother in the past few days, so naturally he doesn't know that he has a new variety show.

In fact, as an actor, Mingchen rarely participates in the recording of variety shows.

Exposing oneself too much on variety shows will make the actor himself lack a sense of mystery, and this sense of mystery will make the audience lack a sense of substitution when substituting for the role, thus affecting the perception.

Mingchen has participated in only a handful of variety shows since his debut, and most of them are interview variety shows, so when Cheng Zhihuan heard Gu Xingjing say this, he naturally thought that this variety show was also an interview variety show.

She rarely watches this kind of variety show, and she has little interest in this kind of variety show, but after all, she is her second brother, and she hasn't seen her for a long time, so when she heard Gu Xingjing say this, she agreed.

Gu Xingjing saw that Cheng Zhihuan agreed, and he couldn't wait to take her away immediately, it was best to leave Tang Yan's sight.

But when she thought that she still had something to do, she could only resist this impulse and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then we will go tomorrow." ”

The corners of Cheng Zhihuan's mouth curled slightly, and he responded softly: "Okay." ”

"You're doing a good job." As she spoke, she glanced up at the second floor opposite.

Although she couldn't see Gu Xingjing, she guessed that he must be standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at her.

She waved her hand towards the second floor opposite, "Hurry up and work, don't look at it." ”

On the second floor opposite, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Gu Xingjing saw Cheng Zhihuan's movements, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and even his voice was dyed with a smile.

"Okay." He whispered, "I'm going to work." ”

He reluctantly hung up the phone, then took a deep look at Cheng Zhihuan's figure, obediently turned around and returned to his desk, and worked seriously.

In the small shop opposite, Cheng Zhihuan, who hung up the phone, looked at the remote-controlled plane that was still flying in mid-air, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

Tang Yan must still be in that bookstore, and the remote-controlled plane was controlled without any disguise, obviously waiting for him to take the initiative to find him.

But today she was not in a hurry.

Just let Tang Yan wait.

Cheng Zhihuan retracted his gaze, turned around and went into the back kitchen, and went to help Wen Si bake rose cake.

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In the bookstore next door, Tang Yan saw Cheng Zhihuan's movements from the picture he wore back.

He saw her answer a phone call, and the smile on her face was gentle, something he rarely saw.

You don't have to think about it to know who called her.

It must be Gu Xingjing.

Tang Yan hated Gu Xingjing like this, and hated Gu Xingjing who could get happiness like this.

Jealousy and hatred almost made him bite the back socket to pieces, and when he saw the picture of the mileage of the picture waving, he suddenly chuckled in his heart.

Who is Cheng Zhihuan waving to?

Are you waving to him? Why did she wave to him? Is it to say hello to him? Or do you want to lure him out?

All kinds of speculations rose in Tang Yan's heart, he held the remote control, and the speculation in his mind kept coming, but it was not confirmed.

Time passed little by little, and it was clear that the air conditioning in the bookstore was fully turned on, but his back didn't know when it was sweating.

The sweat soaked his clothes and made him feel irritable.

Tang Yan stood up abruptly and strode out.

When he walked to the door, his steps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at the small shop next door, and a ridiculous idea came to his mind.

This Cheng Zhihuan won't be waiting for him to pass, right?

How good is this man's patience?

Although thinking so, Tang Yan's body walked towards Cheng Zhihuan's shop very honestly.

The wind chimes rang and the door opened.

The small shop was empty, and Cheng Zhihuan, who was still in the store just now, didn't know where to go.

Tang Yan frowned, first recovered the drone, and then swaggered into the store and sat by the window.

"What about people?"

He shouted, "Don't you know how to say hello when a guest comes?" ”

Soon, Wens came out of it.

She walked straight towards Tang Yan, her tone cold and with just the right amount of politeness, "What does Mr. need?" ”

Tang Yan glanced at Wen Si and asked unceremoniously, "What about Cheng Zhihuan?" ”

"Let her out."

Wen Si's expression remained unchanged, his face was still cold, and he didn't even change his tone, repeating: "What does Mr. need?" ”

Tang Yan: ?

"I said let Cheng Zhihuan come out."

He accentuated his tone, eager to let Cheng Zhihuan come out to see him immediately.

Wens repeated what he had just said.

Tang Yan: ......

"Why are you so oily and salty?" He couldn't help but say.

Wens didn't react.

Tang Yan took a deep breath, "Give me a glass of lemonade, as well as the signature pastries in your store, serve a little." ”

"Okay, please sir wait a moment." Wens nodded, turned and walked back to the back kitchen.

Tang Yan looked at Wen Si's back, and didn't forget to instruct: "Let Cheng Zhihuan send it over to me!" ”

Wen Si didn't stop, didn't answer Tang Yan's words, and went straight into the back kitchen.

In the back kitchen, Cheng Zhihuan happened to be making lemonade, and when he saw her coming back, he said casually: "I'll send it out in a while." ”

She had apparently heard the two of them talking.

Wen Si walked up to Cheng Zhihuan's side, his voice lowered, and his tone was a little more worried than just now.

"Miss, the Tang banquet is not good, I'm afraid it's ......"

Cheng Zhihuan waved his hand, "It's okay." ”

"I just happen to have something I want to ask him about it."

She patted Wensi on the shoulder, "I'll leave it to you here, I'll go and bring it out." ”

She put the lemonade on the tray, took a stack of chestnut cake and rose cake, and walked out with the tray.

Tang Yan was already waiting a little impatiently while sitting by the window, he was actually a little worried in his heart, what if Cheng Zhihuan didn't come out?

Is he going to rush into the back kitchen to find someone?

Just thinking about it, I saw Cheng Zhihuan walking out with a tray.

His expression immediately changed, a little more smug and arrogant, completely ruining his face that could easily arouse favor.

Cheng Zhihuan put the tray in front of Tang Yan, and then sat down opposite him.

"Mr. Tang deigned to come to me, why did you have to do it?"

Tang Yan was aroused by Cheng Zhihuan's formal words, he touched his arm, pursed his lips, and said with a sneer: "It seems that Gu Xingjing didn't tell you." ”

Otherwise, Cheng Zhihuan would definitely not be as calm as he is now.

Cheng Zhihuan didn't eat Tang Yan's discordant plan, and said with a calm expression: "He didn't tell me, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you." ”

Her fingers tapped on the tabletop, and her fingertips collided with the tabletop to make a crisp and rhythmic sound.

Tang Yan subconsciously looked at Cheng Zhihuan and snorted coldly, "You don't have to be reckless." ”

"He's definitely not going to tell you."

Gu Xingjing cared so much about Cheng Zhihuan, how could he hand his weakness to Cheng Zhihuan personally, that would make Cheng Zhihuan leave his Achilles' heel.

Cheng Zhihuan didn't listen to Tang Yan's words, she leaned back slightly, leaned back on the back of the chair behind her, and asked, "He didn't tell me, or do you want to tell me?" ”

"I'd rather get some answers from you than if he told me something."

Her words made Tang Yan's heart tremble violently.

What does Cheng Zhihuan mean by this? She wants an answer from him? Does this mean that she believes in herself more than his good big brother?

Tang Yan couldn't help laughing, "It seems that you don't trust him very much." ”

If he really trusts, where will he ask him?

Thinking of this, the smile on Tang Yan's face became even bigger.

Cheng Zhihuan neither admitted his words nor denied his words, but only said step by step: "So do you know what I have to do with the Institute of God? ”

The voice was a little more cold and bewitching.