Chapter 586: That Kick on Your Leg

Imperial Capital.

Wanhe Garden.

The housekeeper brought the vegetables and rang the doorbell. After Lu Chuan opened the door, she smiled:

"Mr. Lu, how many people are coming today? Why did you buy so few vegetables?"

Saying it's few, it's actually not few.

The beef and ribs are quite sufficient, but the problem is that there is only meat, and there are only two kinds of vegetables. Is it a bit too monotonous?

Lu Chuan shook his head: "It's okay, there are other materials at home. I wrote the menu. Please prepare the dishes according to it later and cook the rice. You don't need to cook at noon, just trouble you to come back in the afternoon to clean up."

"Okay, fine."

This was all reserved yesterday, and the housekeeper agreed very readily.

Moreover, Mr. Lu's house is clean everywhere, and the kitchen is also organized, which is very easy to handle.

Although she doesn't enter the kitchen often, she is already familiar with it. Looking at the list at this moment, she couldn't help but doubt:

"How many people are there? Do you need to cook so much rice? It's enough for eight or nine people."

Lu Chuan was silent for a moment—actually, he only invited two friends today, but the problem is, this meal might not be enough!

At this moment, he could only avoid talking about it: "It's okay, you cook it. I can make fried rice with the leftovers."

The housekeeper pursed her lips, afraid she would laugh out loud—

How should one put it?

This Mr. Lu, the room is full of flowers and plants, clean and bright, and he is thin and tall, handsome, and his skin is fairer and more transparent than the female stars on TV!

For the housekeeper aunt to see, she has never seen such a handsome young man!

It's just those scars that will be exposed, red and hideous, arching into lumps, which doesn't affect anything.

She watched TV recently, and the demons and monsters on TV are uglier than this.

However, it is such a god-like figure who drinks wind and drinks dew, and he says he wants to use leftover rice to make egg fried rice...

... Anyway, the housekeeper aunt can't say it, she just wants to laugh a little.

But looking at the time, it's almost ten o'clock, so she quickly cleaned up.

Soak the dried cowpeas, soak the dried eggplants, cook the rice, cut all the meat, prepare all the side dishes, and wash all the green vegetables and drain the water.

All these were prepared, and the ingredients for the tremella soup were also soaked, so they were put into the water and boiled over high heat.

Until the tremella soup was transferred to a purple clay pot on the side, the housekeeper aunt looked at the time and said:

"Mr. Lu, is there anything else that needs to be done? If not, I'll clean up the trash and leave."

Lu Chuan had just hung up the phone and nodded at this moment: "Okay. That's it."

And after opening the door, there were two men about thirty years old standing outside the door. One had short hair and was slightly fat, named Qin Yun.

The one behind was neither fat nor thin, but slightly shorter, named He Kuang.

Behind him was the Fengfeng courier brother.

The other party was holding a box, and seeing him open the door, he showed a smile:

"There is your express delivery today, and it's quite heavy."

Lu Chuan thanked him politely, and just as he was about to reach out to take it, the shorter He Kuang grabbed the box and said to the brother:

"Look! I said I would help you bring it up, but you didn't believe me."

The other party smiled: "Next time, I will definitely remember next time." Then he left like a gust of wind.

And He Kuang turned his head to look at Lu Chuan, suddenly stopped, and looked him up and down:

"Damn! I said why have you had no movement for a few months, so you ate immortal pills at home?!"

"Hurry up and say it! What project are you doing? Recommend it to my wife! This skin, this appearance... originally it was crushing, but you are still improving it. You really don't give me a way to live!"

He babble-babbled:

"Lu Chuan, Lu Chuan, you don't have friends until now, don't you reflect on yourself?"

He Kuang opened his mouth like an abacus bead, crackling and ringing. After a series of words were finished, he didn't give anyone time to answer, and he turned the topic himself—

"It's really heavy to hold the box—what is this?"

Lu Chuan had already seen the address on the express bill. He thought it must be something Song Tan sent again.

Just as he was about to unpack it, he was pushed into the living room by He Kuang:

"Come, come, come, eating is secondary today, mainly I want to ask you to persuade Qin Yun—"

"What can't you think about?"

Lu Chuan was also a little surprised—since his car accident, he basically didn't go out to parties, often missed group messages, and naturally missed a lot of information.

And these two friends are actually not from the Imperial Capital. Therefore, although they can be called close friends, they don't meet much.

Looking at it now, He Kuang's state is still okay—of course, he has always had a good mentality, and his situation is also outstanding, just a little rounder, thinking that life is going well.

Instead, Qin Yun, his face was really haggard.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.

He Kuang hated iron for not becoming steel: "Ask him! No promise, he doesn't know southeast and northwest when people praise him!"

The latter words were clearly opinionated about Qin Yun.

Lu Chuan frowned, thought for a while, and he got up and said:

"You think about how to tell me first, I'll pour you two a cup of tea."

Accompanied by the sound of hot water brewing, the faint tea fragrance gradually permeated. The hot tea was particularly suitable in this cool air-conditioned room, so much so that the two men sitting on the sofa sighed at the same time.

"I haven't sighed yet, what are you sighing for?"

He Kuang was angry, and quickly glared at him: "You don't think you're wrong, do you? You have the ability to say it, don't be guilty!"

"I'm not guilty!"

Qin Yun was annoyed to death: "I just don't know how to say it!"

"How to say it? I'll say it for you!"

He Kuang snorted coldly:

"His copyright was sold, right? The total copyright was 11 million, and the price was quite outstanding. The film and television company said they wanted him to join the group to follow up. The contact person is a young girl, beautiful, and speaks softly..."

They are all engaged in writing, and He Kuang is also very good at picking key points, burying foreshadowing, and setting hooks when speaking.

No need to say more, Lu Chuan understood instantly.

"You want a divorce."

"I didn't!" Qin Yun leaned heavily on the sofa in annoyance:

"I didn't cheat! I just feel... I just feel that life is going well now, why is Chen Li tossing about?!"

"She has been making trouble for divorce at home these days. Every time I go home, she asks me to sign the divorce agreement."

"Yes! I ate and watched movies and went shopping with others, but I didn't do anything else! Is she necessary? We still have children, doesn't she consider the children?"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud noise! Qin Yun, who was full of complaints, froze.

Looking up, he saw Lu Chuan's face was heavy. Just now, he stretched his leg and kicked the solid wood table in front of him.

He sneered, not at all like his usual gentle, steady, and reliable brother, but with mockery in his eyes:

"If it weren't for our past friendship, I would have kicked this foot on your leg." ===== CHAPTER 587 =====

"If it weren't for our past friendship, I would have kicked you in the leg just now."