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Chapter 44

In fact, similar things have happened more than once during this period of time, which once caused Yan Liang's business reputation to plummet, although the brand side did not tear themselves apart because of the patron's face.However, some news leaked to some extent, which led to the decline of word of mouth and popularity brought by Yan Liang's hard work. Coupled with the short working hours, he has gradually transformed from a powerful actor to a "traffic" relying on capital. star".

This is undoubtedly a blow to any actor who is dedicated to his career, and even Yan Liang himself is curious about where the so-called "bottom line" is... It seems that as long as it is that face, that person, he can be unconditional give up a lot of things.

Whether it's depravity or lowliness, Ning Xi's accident is a regret that he can't let go of in his life, so...

He took off the apron hanging on the wall and fastened it behind his back.Yan Liang stood in front of the clean stove, selected the most suitable one from the neatly arranged knives, and chopped off the unprocessed, bloody ribs on the table.

So wait a little longer.

He thought about it expressionlessly, threw the chopped bones into the cold water, and turned on the fire.

When the cold water in the pot began to boil, and the boiled blood froth floated on the surface, Yan Liang skimmed it off with a colander, put it in the prepared cold water basin, and was rinsing it carefully, when she heard a sound coming from behind her. footsteps.

After Qin Yuan took the medicine and stabilized his mood a little, he called Xu Lan and said that Yan Liang was unwell and the afternoon activities were cancelled...

"How many times is this the first time?" Even Xu Lan, a public relations expert, couldn't bear to break the contract again and again: "Do you know what people say about him in the circle now?"

"...I'll take care of you." Qin Yuan wiped his face guiltily: "Anyway, you can report the money issue yourself...I have something else to do, let's talk about it later."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yuan let out a sigh of relief, walked into the kitchen and told Yan Liang the news: "I've asked for leave for you for the evening event, and Xu Lan will be in charge of public relations, don't worry..." You just need to be with me I'm fine.

The last few words really didn't fit the tone of the young master, they rolled around his lips, but he still swallowed them.

"So, what did you cook?"

"..."

Yan Liang wanted to laugh for a moment.

Anyone who has worked so hard to prepare the plan is willfully disrupted, and the other party puts on an arrogant and conceited face, and when he asks you "what's for lunch" heartlessly, he must be a little angry.Yan Liang boasted that he was not yet generous enough, he stopped what he was doing, turned his head and stared carefully at Qin Yuan for a while, making the latter frown uncomfortably: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you." See if your skin is stuffed with flesh or straw.

Qin Yuan and him stared at each other for a while, and seemed to have finally noticed something from the other's calm gaze, and his voice suddenly dropped.

"Are you angry?" he asked.

Yan Liang turned around and neatly cut the side dishes on the table.

After a while, he calmly said: "... nothing."

After getting the answer, Qin Yuan was inexplicably relieved—an indescribable emotion surged, the young master raised his head, and looked at the slightly thin back of the person in front of him with complicated eyes, as if he was exploring something.

Yan Liang dried the cleaned pork ribs with kitchen paper, grabbed another handful of rock sugar, poured oil on it, and started to fry the sugar.

This is a process that requires patience. If the fire is too high, it will easily become mushy. If it is too small, it will take a lot of time. If it is medium fire, you have to keep an eye on it and stir it repeatedly with a shovel. The range hood above the head is whistling. He was working, but there was still rising heat, which made his eyes hurt slightly.

When the rock sugar melted, mixed with the oil, and turned into a slightly burnt brown color, Yan Liang picked up the spare ribs that had been prepared in advance and poured them into the pot——

"Yan Liang," Qin Yuan said abruptly behind him, "Do you like me?"

Yan Liang shook his hand.

When the ribs were put into the pot, the remaining water stains on the surface met the hot oil, making a "squeaky" sound. For a moment, the oil splashed and landed on Yan Liang's arm that had no time to retract.

But as if he didn't feel the pain, he wiped off the remaining oil spots as if nothing had happened, and put the lid on the pot.

"Why do you say that?"

"You..." Qin Yuan stared, he struggled for a while, and found that he couldn't tell the reason, but the words were out of his mouth, and he couldn't slap himself in the face again.

So the young master declared domineeringly: "You just like me."

Otherwise, why are you so nice to me?

He didn't dare to say the latter sentence, for fear that Yan Liang would say something out of the blue: because you paid for it - the relationship between the two is an objective fact, Qin Yuan naturally knows it, but no amount of money can buy feelings, right? ?

He is not a stunned young man who has just entered the love scene. He has been traveling in the flowers for so many years, and he has seen all kinds of people, well-behaved, awkward, indifferent, and lustful. deep.

But Yan Liang was different, because he saw "sacrifice" in the opponent.

Yes, maybe Qin Yuan doesn't understand all kinds of unspoken rules in the entertainment industry, but he certainly doesn't understand the importance of "integrity". Mess with his life, his career - he wants to see how much the other party will do for him, and where the bottom line is.

Yan Liang... how much do you like yourself?

Yan Liang lifted the lid of the pot, stir-fried the pork ribs that were not so explosive, and added the braised sauce.

Until this time, his arm that was scalded by the oil flower just now finally felt. The burning pain climbed up along with the nerves, so that the whole arm trembled slightly.

Behind him, the young master seemed to be getting excited. He enjoyed the pleasure of taking the initiative to puncture the paper on the window, and logically judged Yan Liang's trembling as nervousness or fear. He hugged each other's waist from behind.

"It's okay." Qin Yuan said, "You can continue to like me."

The corner of Yan Liang's mouth twitched, almost tense.

If conditions permit, he really wants to hold the young master's hand and earnestly persuade him to read less toilet paper literature, so as not to forget what people say.

But if he really did this, he might be silenced by the embarrassing benefactor on the spot. As for the way of death, he can think of it, no doubt the hands on his waist moved to his neck... While slandering, Yan Liang coughed softly: "Jean, I'm going to add water."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, took the electric kettle that had been boiling for a while, and poured it into the pot, covering the colored ribs.

Qin Yuan thought that he was acquiescing, and his mood suddenly became so good that he flew up, but he still pressed the corners of his upturned mouth and ordered: "Say you like me."

Yan Liang: "..."

Qin Yuan: "Speak quickly."

Maybe even the young master himself didn't realize that the joy in his eyes had already overflowed, his eyes seemed to be lit up by something, and even his expression became much more vivid.

Yan Liang's heart softened instantly.

The precarious bottom line was lowered a little, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, revealing a faint smile.

"Then, I like you."

Qin Yuan's eyes became inexplicably hot.

At the same time, his temples ached violently, and the shattered memories flooded back. This time, the flashback seemed a little more vivid—he saw a room, dark and closed, with only the top of his head. There is a small window.

He leaned against this dark corner, and through the small skylight, he vaguely heard the voices of people outside.

"This child... an illegitimate child..."

"Inheritance... can't stay..."

One voice after another, like the most vicious curse, enveloped him in all directions. The little Qin Yuan held his arms, as if calling someone's name.

That is……

The headache suddenly intensifies.

"Qin Yuan? Qin Yuan..." Someone was calling his name repeatedly, one after another, in an urgent tone: "Are you okay?"

Before Qin Yuan had time to think about it, he heard a "pop", and a burning sensation came from his cheek.He suddenly came back to his senses, and found that Yan Liang raised one hand in the air, while the other was tightly held by him.

Yan Liang felt that his wrist was about to be crushed by this little beast, and he happened to be holding onto the wound where the oil jumped on him earlier, the double pain made his eyes reddened, and he wished for another slap—it's a pity , the other party is already awake.

Qin Yuan was startled by Yan Liang's slightly red eyes, and hurriedly let go: "Yes, I'm sorry, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he seemed to have sensed something, and his eyes widened: "...you hit me?"

"I didn't do it on purpose." Yan Liang said without any introspection: "It's just that you suddenly fell ill, young master. I can't find a better way for a while. Your lord has a lot, so you won't bother with me." Right?"

Qin Yuan was silenced by him, and after a moment of silence, he nodded: "Yes."

He wiped his face tiredly, as if he had stayed up for three nights: "Just now, all of a sudden... I seem to remember something."

Maybe it's because he hasn't fully awakened yet, or maybe it's because he instinctively relaxed his vigilance after learning about the other party's intentions, and Qin Yuan confided his thoughts for the first time: "It seems to be a person's name."

"Who?" Yan Liang asked casually.

"I don't remember again." Qin Yuan closed his eyes, "The one who could be talked about repeatedly at that time must be a very important person... Tsk, why am I telling you this?"

He jumped up as if his tail was stepped on, walked back and forth in the kitchen twice, and then ran to remove the lid of the pot: "When can I eat? I'm starving to death..."

"Hurry up, there are another 10 minutes." Yan Liang looked at the gold master's childish behavior dumbfounded, and comforted softly: "The soup is ready, let me get you some padding first?"

Qin Yuan's footsteps stopped.

"No need." He seemed to have finally realized his childishness, and he raised his face in embarrassment, trying to restore his image: "Wait, let's eat together later."

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