"Open and honest." Su Han answered her.

The two of them returned to the office upstairs. Su Han naturally let go of Xue Yao's hand and asked her to sit on the sofa first. She turned around to make tea. Su Han didn't know that she stared at her hands in a daze, and was taken into her eyes by Xue Yao.

Hold hands, just hold hands.

This is a small step between them and a step to start a leap.

The fish bit the hook and can lift the rod.

Xue Yao had a faint smile on her lips and took the tea handed over by Su Han. The best Biluochun was refreshing, but no matter how good the tea was, it was not as good as her current mood. Excited, excited, ecstatic, and all kinds of emotions emerged in her heart, but in Su Han's eyes, the person in front of her was still as faint as ever.

Know the right measure, know how to advance and retreat, and always be appropriate.

It’s not that Su Han can’t guess Xue Yao’s thoughts. Few people in this world can see Xue Yao’s thoughts. Social experience has made her mature early and learned to pretend to be clever. Over time, habits have become natural and she can’t change them even if she wants to. Moreover, in this society, people who are good at pretending are much better than those of a naughty.

Be open and honest, and once you have agreed to be open and honest, when facing Xue Yao's calm face, which seemed to be nothing that could stir up the turbulent things in her heart, Su Han no longer had the interest in being open and honest.

She threw the initiative to Xue Yao: "What do you want to ask?"

Xue Yao said lightly: "I asked it once on the phone, why did I suddenly feel so cold to me?"

This was the case again, Su Han was almost angry. This calm tone had been implemented for all the days and nights over the past two years. She didn't like it, and she didn't like it very much. It seemed like talking about business affairs. As long as she answered, the plan would be passed, and nothing happened.

Su Han's tone was cold and hard: "Can you have a little expression?"

"Ah?" Xue Yao was stunned.

Is she expressionless? She is clearly smiling, but she looks pretty when she smiles. She can't tell that she is in her forties, at most twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

"Blink your eyes." Su Han ordered.

Xue Yao blinked obediently, and her long eyelashes flashed on the baby's face, which was very cute.

Su Han: "Smile, and show all your teeth, not the smile you usually use to."

Xue Yao grinned.

Su Han: "Be good."

Xue Yao: “Eh?”

Su Han: "Hmm?"

Xue Yao: "Usually, there will be a head-touching action with this sentence." This is what she saw from Xia Yitong's novels. I have to say that what Xia Yitong reads is a mess. The few novels introduced are simply a collection of love, various types of CP. In terms of learning ability, Xue Yao believes that she is not inferior to a teenager.

Su Han touched Xue Yao's head, and Xue Yao cooperated to rub her palm. Even though this made Su Han feel very inconsistent, it successfully relieved the stiff atmosphere between the two.

Su Han: "I..."

Xue Yao blinked her eyes and grinned, she was not cute, clumsy, but clumsy but likable.

The depression that had lasted for many days was swept away, and Su Han suddenly smiled: "No more, I have nothing to say."

What else is there to say? What kind of person is Xue Yao? If she didn't like herself, how could she destroy her image and make fun of herself like this? At first, what attracted Xue Yao was the mysterious and always calm attitude towards life, but now she has to deny her feelings for herself because of these? Two years, saying it is not long or short. If it is not intentional, who would be willing to spend two years and energy to face a workaholic? If she doesn't hold hands, don't hug, don't kiss, what kind of person she wants, why hang herself on her crooked tree?

"Can I listen to your heartbeat?" Su Han asked.

Xue Yao was stunned for a moment, nervously straightened her waist, noticed something was wrong, and then straightened her chest forward, making her ears hot.

Su Han put his ears on her heart, and his heartbeats a little faster.

thump--

one time.

thump--

Another time.

As the steady beating, Su Han slowly closed his eyes and opened his lips: "I like you, let's be together."

plop, plop, plop.

My heartbeat was completely chaotic, like several deer rushing around inside.

Su Han smiled knowingly.

...

After Lu Xia and the other two went home after chatting with Xue Yao in the car, they didn't go anywhere in the evening. They had dinner at home, and Lu Yinbing cooked the noodles by hand, but the noodles were made together. Lu Yinbing was responsible for kneading and rolling the noodles, and Xia Yitong was responsible for sprinkling the starch. She is from the south and basically does not have this recipe at home, but she only went to the restaurant to eat it occasionally, which is very novel.

When he saw Lu Yinbing cutting noodles with a kitchen knife, he still supported his face and said in surprise: "I thought it was pulled out with my hands, just like the chef on TV."

"So hand-rolled noodles are called hand-rolled noodles, not ramen."

"It makes sense." Xia Yitong was eager to try, "I'll cut it, I want to cut it."

Lu Yinbing held the spine of the knife and pointed the handle towards her: "Okay, if you want to eat wider, cut it wider, and cut it thinner if you want to eat thinner."

"Can you cut half of each?"

"Well, although no one usually tries this way, it's good if you like it."

Five minutes later, two large bowls of noodles were placed on the table, with wide noodles of varying thickness, and they were soaked in a strong and fragrant broth, sprinkled with a handful of green chopped green onions, without any extra side dishes, which was enough for people to swallow their tongues.

Xia Yitong sucked the fragrance in the air hard. After taking photos, she picked up the chopsticks and sucked them into her mouth, but she refused to let go of her mouth if she was hot.

Lu Yinbing took the chopsticks and sat across from her and ate slowly, looking thoughtful: "I always feel like I have forgotten something."

"What's the matter?" Xia Yitong was feasting, and her words were unclear.

"I don't know, it feels very important." Lu Yinbing bit a noodles and put them into his mouth one by one. Suddenly, the noodles fell back into the bowl, "I remember, the filming has not been reported yet!"

Xia Yitong choked.

Lu Yinbing quickly took her cell phone: "I'll call her now and say, otherwise I'll be scolded if it's on the headlines tomorrow."

Xia Yitong nodded quickly.

Lu Yinbing dialed and his ear was pressed on the earpiece.
Chapter completed!