Early the next morning, Lin Fan woke up early and busily made breakfast for Jian Nan in the kitchen.

"It's delicious, Uncle Nan." Lin Fan sandwiched a chopsticks of spicy cabbage for Jian Nan, accompanied by buns.

"Well, yes, yes." Jian Nan devoured it, this time there was no yin and yang weirdness, but a real compliment.

"If Uncle Nan goes back with me, someone will take care of you, and I will be able to provide for you in old age." Lin Fan was not joking, but said extremely seriously.

He has already thought about it, Jian Nan and Wang Yijiang are also friends of his grandfather, Wang Yijiang has a daughter and son-in-law to support his old age, and Jian Nan is alone, he can't bear to die alone.

"Get out!" Jian Nan's simple and clear veto, still eating with relish.

"Okay." Lin Fan no longer persuaded him, he knew that these old people were stubborn, and the things they recognized would never be easily changed.

Otherwise, Wang Yijiang would not have been trapped on an isolated island.

"This is a check, there are no numbers on it, Uncle Nan can use it as much as he wants in the future." Lin Fan gently placed the check on the table.

"Good boy! What filial piety! Jian Nan looked at Lin Fan at the moment, just like looking at the God of Wealth.

"Then Uncle Nan, I'll leave first, and I'll call if I have something." Lin Fan didn't want to stay longer, and got up to look at Jian Nan.

"Hmm." Jian Nan was still eating, looking like he didn't care, and soon the buns and side dishes were at the bottom.

"There are all kinds of pickled pickles in the refrigerator, which is not enough to add more." Before leaving, Lin Fan said.

Jian Nan didn't answer, and waved his hand without looking back, as if he didn't care.

When the footsteps disappeared, Jian Nan put down his chopsticks, his eyes were empty, and he sighed and said, "It's a lonely person again, and it's lonely and lonely." ”

…

Tang Family Manor.

After receiving the message from Lin Fan back, Cao Pujia didn't even go to the company, and ordered a lot of takeouts and supplements and waited for Lin Fan at the door.

"You're back." Cao Pujia ran over with a smile and hugged Lin Fan.

"I haven't seen you for three days, I miss you." Lin Fan hugged Cao Pujia and lowered his head to kiss his jet-black hair.

"Are you all right?" Cao Pujia didn't dare to look up at Lin Fan's eyes, and leaned on his shoulder and asked in a whisper.

"Okay, the water ginseng has been eaten and will not die." Lin Fan knew that she was worried, and he didn't hide it and resolutely confessed the real situation.

…

on the dining table.

"Really!" Cao Pujia looked at Lin Fan with a shocked expression.

"Yes, like an epiphany, the flower will wither when it blooms, but the water ginseng still has five minutes to go." Lin Fan nodded, and spoiled Cao Pujia's shrimp.

"It's amazing, it's a pity that I didn't witness such a magical scene with my own eyes." Cao Pujia pursed her lips with a look of regret.

"I heard that there is only such a water ginseng, I'm afraid it's not possible." Lin Fan opened another crab and put it in Cao Pujia's bowl, carefully poured the crab roe into the rice, stirred it evenly and placed it in front of Cao Pujia.

"These are for you, you eat." Only then did Cao Pujia realize that she had already eaten most of the shrimp on her plate, and immediately wanted to pick up shrimp for Lin Fan.

Lin Fan immediately grabbed her fingered onion root hand and said dotingly: "Your hand is used to wear diamond rings and do nail art." ”

"Yes." Cao Pujia smiled, and her heart was overjoyed.

"Eat it, I ate it at Uncle Nan's." Lin Fan cleaned up a plate of shrimp and put it in front of Cao Pujia.

"By the way, Tang Qian and Zhao Haoran have been talking about financing recently." Cao Pujia suddenly talked about work.

"Zhao Haoran wants to buy shares, does the medicine king Zhao Chongshan agree?" Lin Fan was puzzled, the Zhao family has a big business, and Zhao Chongshan's status in the East China Sea is unshakable.

"Because you're good brothers, of course." Cao Pujia said it simply and clearly.

"It's... That's right. Lin Fan was stunned, and suddenly remembered that they had also been born and died together.

Thinking about it, Lin Fan patted his head and said a little self-deprecatingly: "Look at me, it's only been a few days since I've gotten used to those deceitful patterns in business wars. ”

"You're not wrong, leave a way back in doing things, and you can't be wrong to keep an eye on everything." Cao Pujia didn't think so, compared to shopping malls like battlefields, all kinds of "swords, guns, swords, halberds" are bankrupt if they are not careful.

"You think you're right about what I said." Lin Fan suddenly looked at Cao Pujia with a smile, how could this woman be so good, standing behind him forever, and she was as happy as she was.

"That's right, we are the embodiment of justice, and you can never be wrong." Cao Pujia's eyebrows and eyes are bent like a bright moon on the horizon, her cherry lips are lightly opened, her long hair is draped over her shoulders, gentle and generous, and her smile is like a cherry blossom blooming slowly.

"It's good to have you." Lin Fan was moved, his eyes were full of crystals, his heart was warm, and he held Cao Pujia's soft hand tightly.

At the moment when his heart was excited, hormones were in trouble, and his adrenaline was surging, the gossip disk in his brain suddenly lit up with a point.

The dots of light shimmered with crystal waves.

It seems tangible but intangible, a gray and white font is magnified in the brain.

"Earthquake."

"Earthquake is wind." Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes, his index finger was a little, and a white vortex like a small tornado swirled around his fingertips.

Countless dust surrounded the dining table, and Lin Fan and Cao Pujia seemed to be separated by a small tornado into a unique space.

"What's going on?" Cao Pujia's beautiful eyes widened, with shock on her face, and her eyes were full of admiration when she saw Lin Fan's sudden extra stunts.

"It's the art of gossip." Lin Fan didn't intend to hide it from Cao Pujia and confessed immediately.

Twice a tap of your index finger on the table, the tornado vanished, and with it the small space that had been separated, and the dust returned to its original shape.

"Did you learn it in one day?" Cao Pujia was a little shocked by Lin Fan's talent.

"The art of gossip is Qimen Dunjia?" She thought of this suspicious opening.

"It's different, Qimen Dunjia is mysterious, I'm afraid no one will know it now." Lin Fan immediately denied it, although he didn't know why this gossip technique came from, but he was sure that this was definitely not Qimen Dunjia.

"But the little secret art that has been derived from it may not be said." Lin Fan suddenly thought of this, and then said: "The similarity is not so high, but it has the same effect. ”

"But I learned it in a day, it's too sci-fi." Cao Pujia suddenly sighed.

"Gossip is divided into yin and yang, and yin and yang are harmonized into one, because you and I are each other..."

Cao Pujia also understood, nodded, and her face was full of tenderness: "It turns out that my hands are like this, but I didn't expect my love for you to have this effect." ”

She deliberately held the table in her hands, her eyes like autumn water, and looked at Lin Fan for a moment.

Lin Fan was originally an "innocent boy" when he was seen like this, his face was flushed, and he immediately picked up a water cup to block Cao Pujia's sight.

But I didn't expect that through the layers of water waves in the quilt, Cao Pujia was so beautiful that it was not real, like a dream.

The deer in his heart thumped and almost died in Gentle Township.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

He immediately pretended to choke on drinking water, turned his head and coughed lightly a few times to adjust his state.