"Jingrong, don't put on a bad face, it's hard for me to be a guest at your house." Ge Junxuan sat comfortably on the sofa and smiled at Wen Jingrong across from him.
Wen Jingrong glanced at him and said nothing. He doesn't mind Ge Junxuan coming as a guest, but he minds Bo Lin next to him. This person has a close relationship with Chen Zixiong and is ambiguous with Ge Junxuan. Obviously, he is not a simple person.
Ge Junxuan looks shrewd, but in fact it is easy to trust others, and he has always been sincere to his friends. Wen Jingrong didn't want him to be deceived, so he must remind him a few words when he looks back.
"Everyone, come and eat." Shang Ke's voice came from the small hall.
Wen Jingrong's expression softened, and he motioned Ge Junxuan to go to the small dining room with him.
"Tsk tsk, it's delicious just by looking at it." Ge Junxuan praised.
Wen Jingrong gave him a flamboyant look of "Of course my people are the best, let you say it".
Ge Junxuan rolled his eyes, since this guy has an object, his style of painting has become a little weird.
This lunch is based on a divided meal system. There are eight dishes in total, one for each, and there is a large plate in the middle. If the portion is small, you can add it yourself. Dining at home is relatively casual, and you don't need to restrain your appetite for politeness.
After Ge Junxuan tasted it, he was full of praise for Shang Ke's craftsmanship. Later, he noticed that the dishes on Shang Ke's plate were a little different from the others, and couldn't help but ask, "Shang Ke, why don't we share these two dishes?"
Wen Jingrong said coolly, "Is there not enough food on the table for you?"
"It's different." Ge Junxuan plausibly said, "If it's ordinary food, it doesn't make any difference to eat more or less, but this kind of professional-grade food, every kind of food is not to be missed."
As he said that, he looked at Shang Ke again, and smiled flatly: "Coco, do you have any extra to share with me?"
Coco is also your name? Wen Jingrong stared at Ge Junxuan with a bad expression.
Ge Junxuan completely ignored his threatening eyes and looked at Shang Ke pitifully.
"Are you sure you want to try it?" Shang Ke asked hesitantly.
Ge Junxuan nodded heavily, with a resolute expression of "no regrets to die for the sake of food".
"Okay." Shang Ke shared two dishes for him.
Ge Junxuan happily took it and couldn't wait to eat it, only to take two bites, his face was like poisoning, and he rushed to the bathroom with his mouth covered in pain.
Bo Lin, who was next to him, was stunned for a moment, not understanding what was going on.
A few minutes later, Ge Junxuan came out of the bathroom with a disheartened face, and asked resentfully, "Shang Ke, how on earth did you make this terrible food?"
Shang Ke smiled and handed him a drink to shock him.
Ge Junxuan drank it in one gulp and continued: "More importantly, you can actually eat it?"
"I like it very much." Shang Ke ate calmly and didn't think there was any problem with the taste.
Ge Junxuan said incredulously: "Shang Ke, is your sense of taste inversely proportional to your cooking skills? This kind of food that is comparable to poison has far exceeded the limit that human taste can bear!"
"No one let you eat." Wen Jingrong added coldly.
"That's because I believe in Shang Ke's cooking skills, but who would have known that he would torture his stomach so inhumanely!" Ge Junxuan felt injustice for himself.
Wen Jingrong said with a sullen face: "I made the two dishes you ate." It's like poison, right? Inhumane, isn't it? very good.
Ge Junxuan: "..."
After dozens of seconds, Ge Junxuan silently cast an incomparably "awe" look at Shang Ke. The power of love is so great that even poison is like a sweet treat.
"Get out of here after eating." Wen Jingrong snorted coldly.
Ge Junxuan quickly restrained his expression and began to taste the food with concentration and grace. As for the two dark dishes, he was pushed back to Shang Ke without a trace.
Bo Lin moved his eyes to the left and right, and found that he seemed to be isolated and couldn't get in at all. Monk Wen Jingrong can form a world of his own, Ge Junxuan focuses on food, and the peaceful atmosphere is out of tune with him.
After eating, Wen Jingrong called Ge Junxuan to the study, leaving Shang Ke and Bo Lin in the living room.
"How long have you been with President Wen?" Bolin asked suddenly.
A few worlds add up, let's say a hundred years.
Shang Ke replied, "Not long." Compared to the hundreds or thousands of years in the future, it is indeed not long.
"I think so too." Bo Lin said lightly, "I'm afraid I didn't know you when President Wen dated me."
Shang Ke: Hehe, when you were "on a date", you must not have noticed that there was a shabby pen beside you.
"Really?" Shang Ke sipped tea with a smile.
Seeing his light-hearted appearance, Bo Lin couldn't help but feel a little impetuous, and continued: "Don't you think we look alike?"
Don't play with Shabi to sow discord, okay? He really didn't want to lower his style.
Shang Ke inserted a piece of yellow pulp from the fruit plate and said with a smile: "Sweet potato and yacon are also very similar, but one will fart when eaten too much, and the other can improve male function."
It was as if Bo Lin had been caught in the magic of silence, but Shang Ke was so suffocated that he couldn't speak.
He glared at Shang Ke angrily, making no secret of his disgust and hatred for him.
No one can hide their negative emotions in the face of Shabi. Shang Ke was leaning on the sofa leisurely, looking at him like a mischievous child.
The heavier the evil spirit, the more impulsive it is, especially when there is a evil pen that feeds on evil sitting next to him.
Bo Lin's expression is changing, why can't he get what he wants after being humiliated, this person has everything with just one face? (Shang Ke: To be reasonable, that's because you are not a bad pen.)
Seeing his white lotus appearance, Bo Lin could not wait to go up and tear him apart, and an irrepressible desire for destruction arose in his heart. He glanced at the steaming teacup on the table inadvertently, and he thought about it, slowly took a sip from the teacup on the table, and then said: "Shang Ke, my tea is a little cold, you can change it for me. A cup?"
"Okay." Shang Ke agreed happily, took the teacup from his hand, and went to the kitchen to make him a hot new cup of tea.
"Thank you." When Bo Lin stood up and stretched out his hand to take it, his knee "accidentally" hit the coffee table, his center of gravity was unsteady, and his body fell forward. At the same time, the hot tea in his hand went straight to Shang Ke. splashed in the face.
If a normal person is hit by a wave, it is still a trivial matter for the hot liquid to scald the skin, and in serious cases, it can scald other people's eyes. Afterwards, as long as you say that you were careless, even if you are held accountable, you have already caused irreparable harm to others. At that time, you may be able to successfully destroy other people's love affairs and let him get what he wants.
I have to say that Bo Lin acted honestly and without hesitation. Relying on the relationship between Ge Junxuan and Wen Jingrong, he even considered the pros and cons clearly.
Unfortunately, his opponent is a blacker pen than him.
The moment the hot water splashed on his face, Shang Ke shouted while holding his face, pretending to be dead and squatting on the ground in pain.
"Ah, I'm sorry, are you alright!" Bo Lin leaned over to support him with an "anxious" face, "Let's see, is the injury serious?" If it's not serious, he can make it up again, the teacup is still there. It's in hand.
Shang Ke whispered, while following Bo Lin's movements, he slowly raised his head.
A face that was burned beyond recognition suddenly appeared in Bo Lin's line of sight, red eyes and blood oozing out, causing Bo Lin to scream and fall to the ground.
Hearing the cry, Wen Jingrong and Ge Junxuan ran out of the study one after another. Seeing the two people in the living room, one squatted on the ground with his face covered, and the other pointed at each other in horror.
"What's the matter?" Wen Jingrong walked quickly to Shang Ke's side, a scorching color flashed in his eyes.
"He, he..." Bo Lin suppressed the panic in his heart and said with a guilty expression, "Just now Shang Ke made me a cup of hot tea, when I was holding the cup, I didn't stand still and accidentally poured the tea on his face. ."
As he said that, he pulled Ge Junxuan's sleeve and said in a crying voice, "Junxuan, I really didn't mean it."
"It's alright, it's alright." Ge Junxuan hugged him to comfort him, and then asked nervously, "How is Shang Ke's injury, do you want to go to the hospital?"
Bo Lin remembered his face again and whispered, "He seems to be seriously injured..."
Ge Junxuan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly looked at Monk Wen Jingrong.
Hearing Bo Lin's words, Wen Jingrong was no longer nervous. Shang Ke was able to survive the fire unscathed, let alone a small cup of hot tea? It's just that Bo Lin's statement just now is worth considering, and the cold light in Wen Jingrong's eyes flashed away.
"Coco, how is it?" Wen Jingrong supported him and asked in a low voice.
"It's okay, don't worry." Shang Ke let go of his hand and slowly revealed his face.
Bo Lin subconsciously looked away, but he heard Ge Junxuan say with a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's not serious."
What? Isn't it serious if it's so hot? Bo Lin turned his head sharply and saw that there was no other scar on Shang Ke's face except for a pink burn under his right eye.
Bo Lin looked at him in astonishment, as if seeing something incredible.
"Does it hurt?" Wen Jingrong kissed lightly on the pink patch.
"It doesn't hurt." Shang Ke's eyes were misty, and the pink at the corners of his eyes not only did not destroy his beauty, but added a touch of charm.
"Come here, I'll put ice cubes on it for you." Wen Jingrong took Shang Ke's hand and walked straight into the kitchen without looking at Bo Lin.
"Bo Lin, you're too careless. If you burn Shang Ke for good or bad, Jing Rong will have to kill you." Ge Junxuan looked at Bo Lin reproachfully, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. In the study just now, Wen Jingrong reminded him to guard against Bo Lin, but he still didn't want to believe that this person would betray him.
"Sorry, it's my fault." Bo Lin lowered his head, hiding the surprise and resentment on his face.
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Ge Junxuan softened his heart again, and didn't say anything more.
"What's the situation?" In the kitchen, Wen Jingrong asked in a low voice while covering Shang Ke's face.
"Well, I just didn't stand firm, and put the hot tea on my face." Shang Ke said seriously, "I suspect that he has indirect polio."
Wen Jingrong: "..."
"Did you remind Ge Junxuan that this person is unreliable?" Shang Ke asked.
"Remind, but he seems to have a heart for Bo Lin." Wen Jingrong said solemnly, "Junxuan also invested in the project of Painuo Island. Even if they don't talk about feelings, they are also partners."
Shang Ke frowned, a major accident would happen soon, and Ge Junxuan might be implicated by Qingwei.
As Shang Ke expected, one night half a month later, Wen Jingrong received a call for help from Ge Junxuan: "Jingrong, something happened to me, I'm coming to Kishi Mountain, I, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, the phone turned into a busy tone.
Wen Jingrong's face was gloomy. While sending someone to inquire about the situation, he drove to Kishi Mountain in the heavy rain.