Chapter 743 He Can Make Soup

Because in the darkness, no one knows whether she is crying or sad.

Darkness is her best protective color. In such a night, she feels safe. As for whether she is afraid of ghosts, she can say that she is not afraid, because she herself is a fierce ghost crawling out of hell, and in this world, people are much scarier than ghosts.

She turned on the light, changed her wet clothes, took a shower, and then went to the kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup for herself. She has been drinking this bowl of ginger soup for a long time. Whenever the weather is cold or she catches a cold, the nanny at home will make it for her. If the nanny is not there, Lu Yi will make it.

This is more effective than taking medicine, and it does not hurt the body, but the taste is a bit stronger.

She took the ginger soup, walked to the computer screen, sat down, and drank it while turning on the computer to check if there was any news recently. There was no big news, just some trivial things. However, in the entertainment industry, there are some strange things happening every day. She has seen and experienced them, but now it seems like watching other people's jokes.

Since she snatched Su Muren, the international actress, away, Su Muren seems to have rarely appeared in the public's field of vision. Lu Qin's active exposure rate is quite high. Today's interview, tomorrow's program, also thanks to Ziguanhuaer, his popularity has skyrocketed, but now there is no good work for him to shoot, of course he dare not take bad works, then, his hard-earned positive image will be ruined.

At this time, Yan Huan's mobile phone rang, and she took the phone and put it to her ear.

"I have something to tell you," Luo Lin said nothing nonsense. Instead, she just wanted to know that Yan Huan was not dead. As for where she was, she didn't care. Let her fly away. As long as the Lu family's parents were still alive, it was her responsibility. Anyway, she would not be stupid enough to commit suicide.

"Go ahead," Yan Huan touched the bowl on the side. It was still a little hot, and the ginger soup in the bowl had been drunk by her, not a drop left.

"Lu Qin is going to star in our new film. Luo Lin kept tapping the table with a pen on the table. It was the kind of fairy drama adapted from online novels. We are going to shoot one, and also a modern drama. The company now has many new actors with high traffic, so we don't have to be controlled by anyone, but Lu Qin and his agent came yesterday."

"He is going to play the leading male role."

"The leading male role?" Yan Huan moved her fingers on the bowl, and then touched the edge of the bowl with her fingertips. It was cold. It turned out that the temperature had lost.

"How big is his face?"

"It's still that big," Luo Lin really wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh. She was used to being a strong woman, so she had nothing to laugh about.

"If he wants to play the leading male role, it's fine," Yan Huan raised the corner of her lips slightly, and drew a smile that was colder than the rain outside.

"Well..." Luo Lin frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Let him come to me."

"Oh," Luo Lin understood, "Don't worry, I will convey your meaning word for word," It's not that he can't play the leading male role, just ask Yan Huan, as long as Yan Huan agrees, none of them will object.

The only prerequisite is that he has to find Yan Huan first. Yan Huan is now a mysterious person, and it's not known which small city she is staying in. Only she can contact her. When Lu Qin finds Yan Huan, the TV series has already started, and who cares if he is the leading male role.

She can see how much Yan Huan hates Lu Qin. Lu Qin wants to find a relationship with Yan Huan, have a good daydream, wake up and wash his face, as long as his face is white, it is not impossible.

Putting down her phone, Yan Huan felt that she might have to stay outside for a few more months. She was not afraid of Lu Qin, but she didn't want to see his disgusting face. She was afraid that she couldn't help but vomit on his face.

And she felt that it was painful for a person to be restless all night, with a great opportunity in front of him, but unable to grasp the loss.

She is doing very well now to build her happiness on the pain of others.

Of course, she also learned this from Lu Qin and Su Muran.

She watched TV for a while and then prepared to go to bed. She liked this small city. She rode her bike every day to every little corner to see other people crying, laughing, and quarreling.

In fact, life is just like this.

She is not letting herself go, but adjusting herself. Live in a better state, and then take good care of Lu Jin and Ye Shuyun.

At this time, in another house, it is far away from Yan Huan's rented small apartment.

Jiu Yue was wearing an apron. He was a big man, about 1.8 meters tall, with long arms and legs. He stood in the kitchen without any sense of disobedience. There was a smell of ginger in the kitchen, which smelled a bit spicy, but fortunately, it was not too bad and was still within the tolerable range.

He took a bowl, then walked to the sofa and put the bowl in front of Sun Yuhan,

"Drink it."

Sun Yuhan took it, but when she smelled it, she felt like vomiting,

"What is this smell? Why is it so bad?"

"Ginger soup."

Jiu Yue stood up again and walked into the kitchen. When he came out, he also held a bowl in his hand.

Then he sat opposite Sun Yuhan, "I'll drink with you."

As he said this, he had already put the bowl to his mouth and drank it, just like drinking water, and he couldn't taste the previous taste at all. The ginger soup in his memory was made like this, and he seemed to do it often. It was like his instinct and he couldn't forget it.

However, he forgot himself.

He didn't remember his name, his home, his relatives, or even his age. He only knew that his online name was Jiuyue, and his instinct was different from others. He could make soup.

Sun Yuhan pinched her nose and put the bowl to her mouth, but she only took a sip and almost spit it out.

"What the hell is this, why is it so spicy?"

"Ginger soup," Lu Yi said again.

Sun Yuhan stood up directly, ran into the kitchen, and poured the soup in the bowl into the sink. She rinsed her mouth several times in a row, but there was still that taste, which really made her sick.

Jiu Yue was still holding the bowl. He knew what Sun Yuhan was doing, but he did not stop her. It was none of her business whether she drank it or not. If she was sick, she would be the only one who would feel uncomfortable. Drinking a bowl of ginger soup would not have any side effects, so why should she take medicine?