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Changfeng paused for a moment, and said lightly, "Cheng Lang, don't let yourself get hurt again in the future."

Hearing what Changfeng said, Cheng Lang felt extremely happy when he thought that Changfeng cared about him so much, his brows and eyes curled up: "Okay, I will definitely not let Changfeng worry."

"No." Changfeng said blankly, "It's a waste of time to glue the wound."

Changfeng opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

The rain seems to be less.

The windows and doors of the balcony didn't seem to be closed properly, the curtains were wet, and cold wind was blowing in.

Changfeng went to the balcony barefoot and opened the curtains. Except for one or two balconies in the opposite building, most of them had already turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The long wind opened the window again, and the cold wind poured in, which could make people sober a lot.

To dream of things that happened so many years ago.

At that time, Cheng Lang had just been produced not long ago, and many aspects had not yet been perfected.

Especially the emotional aspect, paranoid to a little scary.

The same is true for thinking about problems, simple and single-minded.

Judging from the fact that he injured himself in that way just to share an umbrella, if Cheng Lang were human, he would probably be sent to a mental hospital.

Chang Feng put his hands on the window sill, the rain outside the window was blown in by the wind, he lowered his head quietly, feeling a bit difficult to breathe.

Changfeng didn't expect to meet that actor Cheng Lang even in a supermarket.

The man was tall and leggy, with a handsome face, which was very eye-catching.He was holding a fish and seasonings in his hand, and when he walked past the price of goods, he turned a soap box that had been messed up by someone - it was a strange problem with the robot Cheng Lang.

After Cheng Lang finished putting out the soap, he looked up and saw Chang Feng.

Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then nodded to him vaguely as a greeting, and then put the items in the cart on the shelf one by one.

Cheng Lang walked up, looked at his half-car load, and was a little puzzled: "This is..."

Changfeng pursed his lips: "I forgot to bring my wallet."

Perhaps because he felt that it was a bit embarrassing to do such a thing at such an age, Chang Feng's ears turned red unconsciously.

Cheng Lang smiled kindly: "I can advance the payment for you first."

Changfeng: "No, thank you."

Then he turned around and continued to take things from the cart one by one, looking for the original position on the shelf and putting them on.

Cheng Lang smiled indifferently: "Anyway, I'm also Xu Qianqian's friend, so don't be so polite with me."

Changfeng paused for a while when he put the instant noodles.Xindao, Qianqian doesn't think you are a friend, she was talking bad about you in front of me the day before yesterday.

Chang Feng said: "I just think it's too troublesome to reciprocate courtesy."

Cheng Lang rubbed his nose: ... This kid is so straightforward.

Seeing Changfeng put the instant noodles back on the shelf one by one according to the category, Cheng Lang frowned slightly and said, "Do you just eat instant noodles?"

"Well, I'm not familiar with the takeaway phone here."

Changfeng looked at the bag of toffee in different colors in his hand, feeling a bit embarrassed.

The price of this kind of bulk toffee is the same, but the types are very finely divided. I didn't think too much about it at the time, so I grabbed some of each type.At this time, it is very troublesome to disassemble the bags and put them back one by one.

Cheng Lang glanced at it, bent slightly, took the candy from Chang Feng's right hand, and said, "Give it to me, my little nephew also likes this kind of candy."

Changfeng's eyes followed the bag of sugar to Cheng Lang's hand, Cheng Lang mentioned a black fish and a very small seasoning.

He froze for a moment, and asked, "...do you make spicy fish?"

Cheng Lang laughed and said, "That's amazing. Just by looking at what I bought, you can guess that I want to make spicy fish?"

Changfeng lowered his eyelids: "...there was a person... who liked this kind of seasoning...haven't eaten it for a long time."

Cheng Lang's heart moved, and he blurted out: "How about coming to my house to eat fish?"

After finishing speaking, Cheng Lang regretted it. The kid didn't even want to let him advance the payment for him. How could he go to eat at the home of someone who only met him once.

Unexpectedly, Chang Feng suddenly raised his head and said, "...Is your home far away?"

Does this mean that if the family is close, eat fish, and if the family is far away, don't eat fish?

Cheng Lang suddenly thought of teasing, frowned, and pretended to think: "It's quite far... I haven't driven yet."

Changfeng blinked, with a serious expression: "Then let's take a taxi back."

Cheng Lang suddenly laughed: "No, it only takes 10 minutes to walk... What? Don't you think it's troublesome to reciprocate now?"

Changfeng pointed to the candy in Cheng Lang's hand: "It's already troublesome...it doesn't matter if it's a little more troublesome."

Cheng Lang looked at the candy in his hand, knowing that he meant that his sentence "my little nephew also likes this kind of candy" came from Hu Su, and he couldn't help laughing again.

It's strange, this child is chilly when he speaks and does everything, but when I see him, I can't help but feel good.

Walking to Cheng Lang's parents, Changfeng changed his slippers, and suddenly said, "My house is opposite your building."

Cheng Lang was stunned for a moment: "What a coincidence?"

It's a coincidence that from the balcony of Cheng Lang's house, Changfeng's balcony can be seen at a glance.

Changfeng's balcony was covered by heavy curtains, which contrasted sharply with the flowers on Cheng Lang's balcony.

Cheng Lang poured the toffee into the fruit bowl and handed it to Chang Feng: "Let's go play first, I'll cook."

Changfeng took the fruit plate, raised his head, his eyes sparkled, and he asked knowingly, "Where's your little nephew?"

Cheng Lang smiled and rubbed Changfeng's hair involuntarily: "He's not here, it's all yours."

Changfeng stared at the fish on the table and was stunned.

Changfeng has eaten fish many times in his life, but the robot Cheng Lang's fish is made in this shape.

The head and tail are removed, square and square, and the knife marks on the fish body are perfectly spaced, square and square.

Chang Feng raised his head in a daze and asked Cheng Lang: "Your fish...why is it cut like this?"

Cheng Lang said: "I learned it online. They say it tastes better this way. Would you like to try it?"

Changfeng let out a slow oh, and lowered his head to eat the fish.

"How about it?"

"delicious."

It's delicious, but he has forgotten the taste of the robot Cheng Lang.

There is no comparison.

Just at this moment, the phone on the dining table rang suddenly, Cheng Lang picked it up, and a woman's anxious voice came from the phone:

"Did you go to the supermarket with a man today?! Why don't you even wear a mask, Ancestor! Do you know what was photographed? I'll send you the photo, and you should think about how to explain it to fans ..."