Lu Jingchi's eyes flashed.

After a moment he withdrew his gaze and said, "It's here."

Jiang Lan came to his senses, immediately turned off the screen, put his phone in his pocket, and opened the car door.

Mrs. Lin had already prepared lunch, but now she was around three o'clock, and she went back to the kitchen and heated it up before she brought it out again.

In addition to the food, Jiang Lan also had a bowl of black medicine in his position.

You can avoid eating rice, but you must drink medicine.

Jiang Lan smelled the familiar smell of medicine and wanted to vomit before she could drink it.

Lu Jingchi pressed her on the chair and sat beside her, "Eat something first to cushion your stomach and then drink medicine."

He picked up the food for Jiang Lan, but seeing that Jiang Lan had no intention of moving the chopsticks, he picked up the food and handed it to her mouth.

Jiang Lan tilted his head and avoided, "I don't want to eat."

"If you don't want to take it, then you can drink the medicine first." Lu Jingchi calmly put down his chopsticks and took the medicine up.

Jiang Lan frowned and her stomach began to roll again. She held her breath and said, "I don't want to drink either."

"How can you be healthy if you don't drink?"

He took her hand and put the bowl on Jiang Lan's hand, and said in a doting tone, "As you please, you're almost drunk."

When Jiang Lan heard the same tone as before, a trace of nameless fire arose in her heart, as well as unspeakable resistance and disgust.

He seemed to have nothing happened, and in Jiang Lan's ears, he seemed to remind her of what had happened in the past.

How she relies on him, how humble she loves him, how ridiculous and humble she is.

Jiang Lan suddenly raised his hand and threw the bowl on the ground. With a "clang", the porcelain bowl split into pieces on the ground, and the medicine juice spilled all over the floor.

She glared at Lu Jingchi angrily, "Is it interesting for you to do this?"

Lu Jingchi stared at her with a bright look, without saying a word.

Jiang Lan clenched his fists in his sleeves and said word by word, "Lu Jingchi, is there any point in doing these things now?"

"What's the use of besides deceiving yourself and making you ridiculous?"

After Jiang Lan finished speaking, she waited for him to have an attack.

And a second passed, five seconds passed, and a minute passed, he was still staring at her, neither sad nor happy, as if he wanted to see her out of the flowers.

Jiang Lan's chest was fluctuating violently, feeling powerless as if he had punched the cotton.

There was finally a slight fluctuation in Lu Jingchi's deep eyes. He withdrew his gaze and turned his head to Mrs. Lin and said, "Come on another bowl."

Mrs. Lin didn't dare to speak, so she went to the kitchen silently to bring out a bowl of medicine.

Lu Jingchi handed the new medicine to Jiang Lan, "Drink it."

Jiang Lan felt a sense of familiarity when he heard the two words without ups and downs.

She met the man's calm eyes. Although he did not show his emotions, Jiang Lan could still feel the surging tide under his calm eyes.

Jiang Lan looked at him, raised his hand again, and overturned the medicine.

She didn't believe it, he could hold it up.

"Pour again." Lu Jingchi didn't even look at the bowl on the ground.

Mrs. Lin wiped the sweat from her forehead embarrassedly, why did she come again?

She brought out the last bowl and reminded Lu Jingchi, "This is the last one."

Lu Jingchi didn't say anything and handed the bowl to Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan also had a fight with him. She grabbed the bowl. This time she did not knock it over to the ground, but instead poured it on the man's face.

Mrs. Lin stared at the side with her eyes widened, almost predictable, and a bloody storm was about to take place!

But the next second, Jiang Lan's wrist was pinched, and the medicine bowl in her hand dripped out, half of which was poured on her clothes, dyeing her white down jacket with large stains.

Jiang Lan struggled twice, and some medicine spilled out again.
Chapter completed!