"It's time to eat." Ling Xuan stepped forward.
He didn't run away in despair, nor did he run away in embarrassment, he walked towards Jiang Fuyue openly.
"Thank you." The latter took it.
Then turned to Zhong Ziang: "See, I have lunch, so these..."
Jiang Fuyue scanned the row of compartments: "You should take it back."
Of course Zhong Ziang would not agree, he glanced at Ling Xuan, then at Jiang Fuyue, and muttered in a low voice: "Why? You ordered takeaway from him but didn't accept the lunch I brought, what's the point?"
He said with a faint sigh: "Forget it, I'm not worthy, and even the things I give out are inferior to others. Okay, I accept my fate, it's too difficult to do things well, and it's too difficult to love someone seriously. Look Come on, my life is only suitable to be a salted fish, what can I do, I was rejected for the first place... "
Jiang Fuyue: "?"
Ling Xuan: "..." I've never seen such a brazen person!
"Isn't it?" Zhong Ziang said more and more vigorously, and then brought out his pitiful look, "It's the same person, the same lunch, the ones from Ling Xuan may be more fragrant than the ones from me!"
There was a gloomy look between his eyebrows and eyes.
Never mind, it looks like that.
If it wasn't for the wandering eyeballs revealing the true emotions, Jiang Fuyue would have almost believed in his evil—
"First of all, I can't pick up your meal for no reason."
Zhong Ziang moved his mouth, and just about to refute, Jiang Fuyue took the lead and continued: "Secondly, I didn't accept Ling Xuan either. As for this," she shook the takeaway in her hand, "I paid for it myself , He just helped to send it over."
"Finally, please collect your food and make room for me. I can't fit mine."
The amount of information was too much, Zhong Ziang was in a daze and couldn't react for a while.
He swallowed, and pointed to the takeaway in Jiang Fuyue's hand: "So this isn't Ling Xuan's love lunch?"
Jiang Fuyue: "He sent it, but it's not free, I paid for it."
Zhong Ziang understood.
After all, isn't he just an errand runner
Immediately, the look in Ling Xuan's eyes changed from vague defense to bright sympathy.
The latter's face was ashen, but the next second he suddenly smiled, and said to Jiang Fuyue: "Let's eat first, we have already wasted a lot of time."
"Yeah." Jiang Fuyue nodded, signaling Zhong Ziang to put it away, and then put her own food on the table.
Ling Xuan also took out another takeaway, and the two began to eat as if no one else was around.
Zhong Ziang watched the two eat their own food, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or depressed.
So that's how Lin Shumo's "photograph" came about!
Tsk...
Sure enough, there is a picture at the beginning, and the rest depends on editing.
He suddenly had a brilliant idea—
"Then what... Seeing you eating, I seem to be a little hungry too, why don't we all come together?"
Just like that, Zhong Ziang stepped between the two of them and began to eat what he had brought.
The key point was that he was restless, and occasionally used clean chopsticks to pick up food for Jiang Fuyue, but when the latter refused, he began to sell miserably, causing Jiang Fuyue a lot of headaches.
Compared with Ling Xuan's sense of proportion and pace, Zhong Ziang is completely another extreme.
Delicate, domineering, emotional, and especially capable of acting, but rarely real, extremely vivid, and full of sincerity.
Just like that, the three of them stood in front of the terrace, eating their own meals while blowing the draft that passed through the corridor.
At first glance, it looks quite harmonious.
But at a second glance, the combination of two men and one woman is very strange.
This can be discerned from the face of the assistant who happened to pass by to deliver meals to Xie Dingyuan...