When I returned to the Water Pavilion Jinyuan, the lights were on in the living room, but no one was there.

Wen Jin looked at it and raised his eyebrows.

Wang Penghe didn't seem to have come back yet, Jiang Hemian should have gone straight to the recording room on the third floor as soon as he came back.

Wen Jin glanced at the time, thought for a moment, and walked into the kitchen.

In the recording room on the third floor, Jiang Hemian was wearing headphones and working hard.

Suddenly, someone pinched the back of his neck, and the headphones were also taken off.

This familiar touch, Jiang Hemian didn't reply, "Why did you come back so late, Jiang Li squeezed you?" ”

Wen Jin withdrew his hand in time, "No, there is a traffic jam on the road." ”

Jiang Hemian looked back at her, "What's wrong?" ”

"Didn't eat at night?" Wen Jin asked.

Jiang Hemian subconsciously touched his stomach, "I'm not hungry." ”

He was very hard-mouthed, but his stomach was very unassuming, and it sounded low and low.

Wen Jin dragged out a long voice, his eyes playful.

"What about you?" Jiang Hemian quickly changed the topic.

"Ate a lot of cake."

Wen Jin stretched out his hand to make a fool of his head, and when Jiang Hemian was about to clap her hands, he quickly purred and snorted his furry head.

Satisfied, clap your hands:

"Let's go, let's eat."

She turned and walked towards the door.

Jiang Hemian got up and followed behind her, "Ordered takeout?" ”

Wen Jin shrugged his shoulders and exaggerated: "How can it, when the takeaway arrives, you will be almost hungry." ”

Wang Peng accidentally mentioned yesterday that Jiang Hemian had lost a lot of weight, but Wen Jin looked at it in his eyes and was silent.

Jiang Hemian has been weak since he was a child, and his stomach has been bad since he was a child.

These days, I have been in an anxious and irritable mood, and I can only eat ghosts.

The stomach is an emotional organ, and if Jiang Hemian continues to mess around, sooner or later he will get sick again.

Wen Jin asked him to sit down first and went to the kitchen by himself.

After a while, he came out with a bowl of noodles.

"Why are you so sweet today?"

Jiang Hemian glanced at the bowl of noodles in front of him, the fragrance was fragrant, and he picked it with chopsticks, and the bottom was all diced chicken.

Wen Jin sat in front of him and said uncontrollably: "No way, pity you." ”

Jiang Hemian raised his eyebrows, puzzled.

"Master finally raised you so big, if this stomach problem recurs, I can't pay the difference."

Wen Jin raised his chin, "Don't just look at me, eat." ”

Jiang Hemian lowered his head silently, ate a few bites, and suddenly asked:

"Just because of my mom?"

Wen Jin sighed, "I cook a bowl of noodles for you, but it depends on other people's faces?" ”

"Jiang Xiaobao, am I that kind of person?"

"Oh." Jiang Hemian answered in a low voice, although he didn't raise his head, but obviously, what Wen Jin said made him feel a lot better.

He blinked, "Thank you." ”

"Wash the dishes yourself after eating."

Wen Jin got up and stretched, and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Hemian followed her with his eyes and asked subconsciously.

"Take a shower." Wen Jin felt a little funny, "Are you a baby?" Do you want me to accompany you for dinner? ”

She shook her head, and when she raised her feet to leave, she heard Jiang Hemian hum faintly again.

"Will you finish eating with me?"

Looking at his carefully dodging eyes, Wen Jin's heart moved.

Soon, he sat down with his usual face and quipped as usual: "Okay, you are responsible for tomorrow's meal." ”

"Okay."

Jiang Hemian's hanging heart fell, and the slightly faster heartbeat seemed to remind him how nervous he was just now.

It's boring to just sit, Wen Jin put one hand on his cheek, as if he didn't inadvertently ask:

"Jiang Xiaobao, have you offended anyone? The more powerful kind. ”

"A lot."

Jiang Hemian's face did not change, "When I first debuted in the early days, I was often dragged to drink and socialize. ”

Wen Jin frowned, "When will you be able to drink?" ”

With his precious stomach, how could he withstand alcohol.

"So I didn't drink it." Jiang Hemian lowered his eyes, "I don't want to, so Jiang Li drank it for me and went to the hospital several times." ”

"Later, I learned to drink."

Wen Jin's expression became cold, "Why don't you tell your family?" ”

"There's no need."

Jiang Hemian's voice was faint, "This is my own choice." ”

It's so stubborn.

Wen Jinxin shook his head, "After drinking, then what?" ”

"Then it's about cooperation, talking about resources." He paused, "Finally, the unspoken rules. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Jin dropped the glass in front of him with his hand.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Hemian raised his eyes to look at her.

"It's fine." Wen Jin leaned over to pick up the cup and said comfortingly: "Just pick it up, it's not broken." ”

Under the table, Wen Jin smiled, and his expression became unfathomable.

When his fingertips touched the cup, Wen Jin's eyes were cold, and his drooping eyes were full of gloom.

But when he got up, he returned to his normal appearance.