Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 783: [Yan Jian Extra] 34. At this moment, the thoughts are like 1 Jiang Qiu_4

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Weary from leaving Mark’s office, Ben Shaming doesn’t even want to look at his own face in the elevator.

He wanders aimlessly, and when he realizes it, he’s already standing outside a sweets shop.

He squints at the words on the sign: "Don’t underestimate sweets; sweets have magic too."

An inexplicable anger wells up, causing him to bite his thin lip.

He doesn’t know why, but today he loathes himself to the extreme.

The window is large, filtering in the soft golden light inside. Looking from here, there is only one master and a girl, who looks like a working student.

No sign of that witch.

He takes a breath and walks in, moving coldly to the counter and ordering a few items at random.

Then, he lifts his eyes and fixes his gaze on the white-clothed master inside.

He’s a tall Eastern man. The simple white chef’s uniform fits him with sharp lines.

Even just a side profile reveals the man’s graceful air.

Unlike an ordinary pastry chef, he seems to have a good family background.

The imprint family background leaves on a person can never be erased.

In this regard, he can only feel ashamed of himself.

No matter what Jamie has gone through, he is ultimately still the heir to the Earl of Fodder. But he himself... is just a street thug, selling his lifeblood to make a living.

Perhaps his gaze was too venomous; the master walked out and raised an eyebrow before gently asking, "Sir, do you know me?"

Ben Shaming paid the bill, received the packaged sweets, and snorted, "Are you filming a drama?"

"What?" The other person was taken aback, puzzled by his words.

Ben Shaming nodded distantly, "So you’re not a celebrity. If you’re not a celebrity, why do you think everyone should know you? Are you very famous?"

The innocent Eastern man’s face flushed with embarrassment, not knowing how he’d offended this strange customer.

Ben Shaming had already walked outside, regretting his earlier harshness.

As an assassin, the basic survival rule is not to leave too deep an impression on outsiders. And his previous harshness would certainly make that man remember him.

He irritably grabbed a puff and tossed it into his mouth.

But he didn’t know why he was so harsh just now.

Not even sweets could quench his harshness. Hmph, some people dare to boast on their signs: "Sweets have magic too."

Wrong, it’s all a lie. Sweets have no magic.

At least with him, they’re useless.

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Xue Jiangqiu looked out the window, the strange customer had already vanished. He could only shake his head and chuckle.

Maybe he was overthinking it.

Everyone who steps into the sweets shop brings a soft heart; that’s precisely why he had been conquered by the shop’s atmosphere and come to love everything about it.

He greeted the staff, calmed the startled girl, and then returned to the kitchen to continue preparing.

Thinking back on the morning meeting with Yan Yu’s little sister, a smile involuntarily rose to his eyes and brows.

The Tang Family, truly nothing simple. When Yan Jian entered and met him, just a few glances and she could tell he had lied to Yan Yu.

Taking advantage of Yan Yu changing clothes and sanitizing, Yan Jian cornered him and interrogated him, asking what exactly he intended to do.

He deliberately evaded, pretending not to understand.

Yan Jian cut to the chase: "Firstly, you are definitely not someone from the pastry industry; your temperament doesn’t match; secondly, your job is absolutely not what you told my third sister, saying it’s a regular job. Before my third sister returns, you’d better tell me the truth, or I’ll definitely expose your lie to her!"

At that moment, he felt a bit fortunate that he had fallen for the simplest and purest Yan Yu of the Tang Family, rather than this little golden bean-like Yan Jian.

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That evening, Yan Jian climbed into Yan Yu’s bed, insisting on sleeping together.

Yan Yu, a bit apprehensive, whispered, "Your attitude towards Xiao Qiu today was a little strange... By the way, do you two happen to know each other from before?"

Yan Jian hurriedly bit her finger, hiding her guilty conscience, "Don’t know him."

Yan Yu frowned, "Since we were little, every time I secretly showed you the boys I liked, you always criticized and pointed out a bunch of flaws. But this time, why didn’t you? You even smiled at him, like he wasn’t a stranger you first met, like you’d known him for a while?"