MTL - Endless Fall-Chapter 38 Looking forward to the day when the fake drama is really done

  Chapter 38 Looking forward to the day when the fake drama is really done

  Chu Yuzhou is glad that he did not mention Gu Quan.

   He picked up the cigarette that had fallen on the ground, gossiping to the point where he couldn't bear to gossip. He was afraid that he would be too obvious to make her suspicious, so he had to hold back.

   "It's not a big deal." He put the cigarette in his mouth again and pressed down the lighter: "Did Brother Yan call you?"

"no, what happened?"

   "He invited us to dinner tonight."

  Lin Jiao wondered: "Isn't he in Linshi?"

   "I came back this morning." Chu Yuzhou exhaled a smoke ring: "You guys are busy first, I'll send you the address later."

   "Okay." Lin Jiao swallowed the biscuit in her mouth.

   She habitually turned off the screen, and when she was about to get up to help in the kitchen, Zhou Yanshen called her again.

   "姣姣, are you free at night?" His voice was very special, slightly hoarse with a hint of coldness, a sense of mystery.

   "Yes, Chu Yuzhou just told me." Lin Jiao walked to the dining room and wiped the table again: "Are you in love again?"

   "What is it? This is obviously my first love."

  “…” is too shameless.

  Lin Jiao didn't want to complain about him: "How long are you going to talk this time? Don't split up after dinner."

   "How can it be so fast?" Zhou Yan embraced the beauty beside him, his voice smiling: "I'm running for marriage."

   As soon as Lin Jiao heard this, she guessed that the sister-in-law, who had no idea how many times she had been in office, was beside him.

   She didn't say any more: "Okay, see you tonight."

   "Want me to pick you up?"

   "No, I'll come with my uncle."

   "You call him uncle again?" Zhou Yanshen was very dissatisfied with this title: "Jiaojiao, don't lower my seniority."

   "He's not my uncle."

"That's not OK."

  Lin Jiao responded perfunctorily and hung up the phone without waiting for him to repeat.

   She pushed open the kitchen and saw that Pei Zhi had already cooked two dishes, and was immediately embarrassed: "Uncle, you have worked hard for you today."

   "It's okay." Pei Zhi wiped the water stains from his hands and handed her the plate: "What did Chu Yuzhou say?"

  Lin Jiao briefly summarized it.

   She talked about Zhou Yanshen's love affair, but she was a little helpless: "Why don't you talk about a settling?"

   Pei Zhi followed in her footsteps: "He hasn't met someone who really likes him, how can he decide?"

   "Isn't there?" Lin Jiao sat down with him: "I think the last one is pretty good, and I seem to like him quite a bit."

   "Where did you see it?"

   "Eyes."

   "Have you forgotten her occupation?" Pei Zhi picked up the spoon and scooped her a bowl of soup first.

  Lin Jiao suddenly reacted.

   She took two sips of soup with a bowl in her hand, and sighed, "It's too hard to find true love in the entertainment industry."

   Pei Zhi was silent: "Indeed."

   Deep in Zhouyan In such an environment, it is difficult to put out the energy to discern the true heart of the other party.

   Maybe he tried it at first, but as more and more people want to use him to climb up, he may not have the heart.

  Lin Jiao raised her eyes and asked on a whim, "Uncle, have you ever thought about falling in love?"

   "Think about it."

   "Then why not talk about it?"

   Pei Zhi met her gaze and raised her thin lips inexplicably: "It's not yet time."

   A deep meaning flashed in his eyes, but Lin Jiao didn't have time to catch it, and he didn't notice any difference in his expression from usual.

   She asked again: "What type do you like?"

   "Sometimes cute, sometimes sexy." Pei Zhi was afraid that she would notice, so he only said a general idea.

   "Is it gone?"

   "It's gone now."

   "It's pretty easy to find a type like this." Lin Jiao took a mouthful of rice and joked, "The one who chased you before was the one."

   "Which one?"

   "Chu Yuzhou's ex-girlfriend's best friend."

   "Do you remember so clearly?" If she hadn't mentioned it, Pei Zhi would have forgotten about this character.

   "Can you not be clear? She called me to see you."

   "Why didn't you tell me?"

   "I'm afraid you'll be annoying." Lin Jiao knew that he didn't intend to, so how could it be possible to block him for others.

   Pei Zhi's eyes flashed with joy.

   He put two pieces of corn into her bowl, stared at her side face again, and asked curiously, "Why did you reject her?"

"this…"

   "Can't you say it?"

   "Neither." Lin Jiao hesitated and asked him first: "You promise first that I won't be angry."

   Pei Zhi had a bad feeling.

   He guessed that it was not easy, but she said it all, how could he be angry: "Well, I promise you."

   "You can't trouble Yilan either."

   "Not looking."

   With his assurance, Lin Jiao said: "She annoyed Yilan and I at the time, so Yilan sent me a photo, and after I forwarded it to her, she stopped."

"What picture?"

   "A picture of your bedroom."

   "Anything else? Let me take a look." Pei Zhi couldn't imagine what was so special about that bedroom photo.

   "I'll look for it." Lin Jiao drank the soup.

   She took the tissue from Pei Zhi, leaned lazily on the stool, and found the text message: "Look first, I'll wash the dishes."

   Pei Zhi didn't rob her this time.

   He clicked on the photo in the bedroom of the old house, taken from the head of the bed to the end of the bed.

   The first thing that came into view was the crumpled gray sheet, on which lay a lipstick and a blue tie.

   and…his boxers.

   Pei Zhi looked at this photo that was comparable to the scene after the event, and didn't know what to say for a while.

   He tapped the screen, and after the photo that filled the screen was reduced, he noticed a few text messages.

  [He's taking a shower and probably doesn't have time. ]

  [What is your relationship? ]

[As you can see. /shy/]; [I’m not talking anymore, my hands are still sore, and I’m tired of typing. ]

   Pei Zhi looked at the phrase 'hands are still sore', and an ambiguous picture flashed before his eyes.

   Even if he knew that this was a play co-starred by Pei Yilan and her, he still hoped that one day the fake play would be made for real.

   "Uncle?" Lin Jiao washed the dishes and came out. Seeing that he was still sitting in a daze, she raised her hand and waved in front of him.

   "Huh?" Pei Zhi met those fox eyes, and all his emotions were hidden in an instant.

   "Help me take off the apron." She turned around, her white fingertips hooking up the belt.

   Pei Zhi's palm stroked the fair skin, and then covered the belt that was tied into a knot.

   He narrowed his eyes and focused on his belt: "You came up with those few text messages?"

   "Only the first one is." Lin Jiao recalled that photo and wanted to laugh inexplicably: "I think Yilan is very talented in photography."

   Pei Zhi rarely refuted.

   After all, when he first saw it, he really fell into some indescribable imagination.

   "Okay." He untied the knot of his apron and didn't mention it again, but changed the subject and said, "Is the kitchen finished?"

   "Yeah." Lin Jiao handed him the water glass and glanced at the time: "What time do we go out?"

   (end of this chapter)