He sorted out the flowers and said, "I found that there is a second WeChat message on Zifeng's mobile phone. Is it for work?"

Li Zifeng said nothing, Lin Jinyou continued:

"Zifeng posted some work routines on WeChat, but it blocked me. Is that small account sending daily life, specifically to hide it from me?"

After saying that, he laughed softly and slowly said, "Zifeng, I have taken great pains to prevent me from knowing your normal life."

Li Zifeng still said nothing, but was glad in his heart, fortunately, Xiaofeng did not play WeChat.

Lin Jinyou sat aside, holding his chin and looking at the bouquet of flowers, as if he was a little dazzled.

"Zifeng, do you know the flower language of purple tulips? I suddenly remembered that Zifeng doesn't like to send flowers, right? The flower language of purple tulips is, the favorite, endless love."

His tone was gentle and seemed to be able to pinch water. His warm lips were printed on Li Zifeng's forehead, and a low voice that was very different from the clear and clear boy's voice in the past: "Zifeng, I will love you forever."

Li Zifeng's palms hidden in the quilt were slowly clenched into a fist, trying his best to control his body without trembling.

Lin Jinyou gently rubbed her hair and said softly: "Zifeng, get up and have a meal. I've made you the fried egg you like."

Lin Jinyou always knows how to cook. He does it when he is in high school. He does it well. When she thinks about the past, she will sigh in a daze that if he didn't like him, Lin Jinyou might have lived a happy life.

"I also want to tell Zifeng a secret." He came out with a plate, sat opposite her, and whispered.

Li Zifeng raised his eyes to look at him, Lin Jinyou chuckled: "I learned to cook because of Zifeng. At that time, you often ate instant noodles or takeout when you work, and you were thin and you didn't have a few taels of meat. At that time, I was thinking that you must learn to cook and keep you white and fat."

"That's why you rented a house outside your school?"

It's just to cook for her to eat.

Lin Jinyou was only sixteen years old at that time.

Li Zifeng answered casually. When Lin Jinyou heard her talk, she looked up at her in surprise, but when she saw the cold expression on her face, she just nodded restraintly.

"Um."

As if to stimulate Lin Jinyou, Li Zifeng grinned.

Lin Jinyou looked at her smiling face, rolled away the Adam's apple, and heard Li Zifeng's voice.

"I had an appointment with a man in the house you rented."

Lin Jinyou tightened the chopsticks in his hand, and the moment he lowered his eyes, his expression became very terrifying. He spoke in a quiet few seconds:

"Zifeng, except for the things you deliberately hide from me, I know everything about you."

The provocation failed.

Li Zifeng felt bored, so he lowered his head and continued to eat. Lin Jinyou raised his head again and spoke as if nothing had happened:

"This afternoon, I'll take you to the company and have an appointment with someone to discuss the script and choose the actors."

After eating, Li Zifeng wiped the corner of his mouth: "When will we set off?"

Lin Jinyou looked down at the time: "It's going to be in one hour."

"It's half an hour."

Li Zifeng said and got up. Instead of being alone with him, it would be better to go out.

Lin Jinyou grabbed her wrist: "Are you full?"

Li Zifeng shook it away and left a sentence: "I don't want to eat it anymore."

Lin Jinyou was stunned when he looked at the half fried egg.
Chapter completed!