Volume 1 Entertainment Circle Chapter 61 First Hand in Hand

  Out of Tan Jieyan's office, Tong Qiang suddenly remembered that the refrigerator at home had been empty for a long time. These days, because of the busy preparation for the trial mirror, three meals a day were all accompanied by instant noodles. Looking up at Tan Jieyan walking in front, his cold and proud figure made Tong Qiang feel dizzy for a moment. In fact, these two days, she had also been deliberately busy, as if this way, she would not think of the unhappy scene at the Kyoto club before.

  "What's wrong?" Tan Jieyan turned his head to look at Tong Qiang, who was about to speak but stopped. She was too quiet and wouldn't take the initiative to speak, making Tan Jieyan sometimes feel that he might be too intimidating, so Tong Qiang always seemed a bit timid in front of him.

  Thinking of her call to Mu Fang today, the soft and coquettish side made Tan Jiyan recall that he was still somewhat displeased, as if his own child had become close to an outsider, with a feeling of jealousy. But thinking again, it felt very childish.

  "There's no food at home." Apart from knowing that Tan Jieyan doesn't eat shrimp, Tong Jing didn't understand him very well. She didn't know what his hobbies were. Perhaps the original owner of this body knew, but although Tong Jing tried her best to see if she could find any clues in the brain's memory center, apart from her own memories, she gained nothing, which made her feel a bit discouraged.

  "Let's go to the supermarket first." Tan Jieyan looked at Tong Jiang, who was staring blankly into space, lost in thought, and couldn't help but reveal a look of helplessness on his face. Sometimes this kid was really a bit silly, making Tan Jieyan worry that she could really navigate safely in the dark and complicated world of show business?

  But thinking of Tong Jiang's focused expression when reading the script, Tan Jieyan couldn't bear to stop her. It was rare for her to have something she liked, and if necessary, Tan Jieyan wouldn't mind using the Tan family's influence to protect Tong Jiang.

  As soon as they got out of the elevator, Li Cheng opened the rear door of the car and Yu Jing sat in the front passenger seat with a file in her hand. She glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Tong Qiang and Tan Jieyan walking towards them, then lowered her head to look at the file again.

  Previously, he had someone keep an eye on Tong Jiao because he was worried that she would be unfavorable to Ji Yan, but in fact, Yu Jing also knew that he was being overly cautious. Tan Ji Yan didn't need him to worry so much after all. So whether he and Tong Jiao got close or drifted apart, Yu Jing would accept it calmly. After all, this was a private matter, and he wasn't in a position to interfere either.

  Sitting in the back seat, Tong Jing stared at her fingertips, wanting to ask Tan Jieyan what dishes he liked, and she would buy them when they went to the supermarket. But when the words reached her lips, she swallowed them again, hanging her small head, feeling annoyed that she had become so timid.

  Anyway, going to the supermarket to buy vegetables is a good excuse. Even if she asked, Tan Jieyan wouldn't feel out of place. Tong Jing bit her lip and gathered her courage, just as she was about to ask boldly, but when she met Tan Jieyan's deep black eyes staring at her, her courage vanished instantly, and she felt deflated, hanging her head down again, only wanting to find a wall to knock herself dead against.

  "What do you want to ask?" Tan Jieyan's low voice was laced with suppressed laughter, and he couldn't help but feel a little amused by Tong Liang's adorable expression of wanting to speak but hesitating. From the moment they left the office, she seemed like she wanted to ask him something, but all the way to the car, she still hadn't asked anything. Tan Jieyan suspected that if he didn't take the initiative to speak up, she probably wouldn't have asked anything for the entire night.

  Tan Jieyan was sitting next to Tong Qiang, so when he opened his mouth, that magnetic voice seemed to ring in her ears. Tong Qiang suddenly straightened up, and her small face unconsciously turned red, making Tong Qiang almost want to curse, what the hell is she blushing about!

  "What does Tan Jieyan like to eat?" Finally asked, Tong Jing raised her head and took a glance at Tan Jieyan, then her eyes tensely drifted away, directly treating him as a fierce beast, not daring to look at him again.

  Tan Jiaoyan was taken aback, having grown up in the military since childhood. Old Master Tan focused on Tan Jiaoyan's training and performance, while his meals were arranged by the nanny according to a nutritional plan. Later, as he grew older, he ate in the military mess hall, and after entering politics, he attended many banquets with exquisite cuisine. Except for being allergic to shrimp, Tan Jiaoyan had never really thought about what kind of dish he liked to eat.

  No one had asked before, and Tan Jieyan himself hadn't thought about it, but looking at Tong Jiang's tense expression and darting eyes, thinking that she had been hesitant all along because she wanted to know what he liked to eat, Tan Jieyan suddenly felt a warm current flowing from his chest, spreading throughout his body.

  "I'm not picky, I like a bit of heavy flavor, slightly spicy dishes are fine too." Tan Jieyan's voice was somewhat low, his eyes were gentle as he looked at Tong Jiang who nodded and took note with a serious expression. His large hand reached out, wrapping warmly around Tong Jiang's small hands that had been clenched together due to tension and unease. This child really cared about him.

  With a loud noise, it felt like something had exploded in her mind, blasting Tong Jiao into a daze. She stared blankly at Tan Jieyan, too shocked to react. Her red lips parted slightly, completely stunned by Tan Jieyan's sudden intimate gesture of holding hands.

  Tong's silly and red face delighted Tan Jieyan once again, adding a touch of softness to his usually stern and solemn expression. The depths of his dark eyes were filled with a smile, as he wrapped his warm palm around Tong's hand, gently stroking her smooth fingers with his thumb, one stroke at a time, full of warmth and intimacy.

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