I don't think the plot is right!

The furniture was arranged according to Cheng An's idea, and every corner was wiped spotlessly. All the rooms looked very comfortable. If Song Yuan hadn't been in a trance all day long, Cheng An would have been more satisfied.

"What are you thinking?" Cheng An No.60 asked Song Yuan this question for the second time.

"...I wonder if it's time to buy your medicine." Song Yuan said casually.

"No, I'll just think about it myself." In fact, those medicine bottles were replaced with vitamin tablets. If Song Yuan really bought her the name of the medicine, she might die from taking it...

The moment a lie is uttered is equivalent to the collapse of the retreat, and every step after that can only be more and more dangerous.

Even if Cheng An wanted Song Yuan to cook for her, he could only get the question "How could you have such a good appetite?".

Besides, Song Yuan's company with Cheng An was not as good as the other party's Jiashu. As long as the company had something to do, he would still choose to do it first.

Occasionally, Song Xichen would be called to accompany him.

Cheng An didn't need others to stay by her side at all, but Song Yuan thought that her illness needed someone to take care of her.

It was another afternoon of wide-eyed staring.

"Are you sick?" Song Xichen turned on the tuberculosis mode.

"Yes." Cheng An answered simply.

Seeing that she was talking to him, Song Xichen simply became more verbose.

From talking about the current affairs and politics of the international war situation, to complaining about how oppressive the internship life is, endless nonsense.

Cheng An is a quiet person, and he is also used to the conversation mode with Song Yuan. He suddenly came to such a non-stop talker, but felt that his head was a little dizzy from the reading, so he took it in a daze. Sentence: "Are you an intern?"

"Well, there's nothing to do in senior year anyway, and I'm just here for Zhang's internship certificate, but my dad insisted on putting me in Song Yuan's place to learn from him..." Song Xichen became angry when he said this: "You What is there to learn from Song Yuan? When he was in school, he went to fight with a group of people by himself, is he stupid? Although he was beaten by him and sent to the hospital several times, he himself went home with a face full of injuries... all day long Knowing how to fight is like having no brain..."

Cheng An naturally knew what Song Yuan was like when he was in school, and when he heard him talking about this, he also smiled knowingly.Song Yuan...has really changed a lot. Cheng An only remembered his unruly appearance when he was young, but he didn't take a good look at the different person he is now...

Seeing Cheng An smile, Song Xichen was surprised that she didn't just have a cold face.

It was getting late, and Song Xichen hadn't lit up his cooking skills, so he could only ask weakly, "Go out for dinner?"

Cheng An glanced at him and felt that he was not very annoying.Holding Song Yuan's face against Song Yuan's face is not annoying, it's amazing... Cheng An laughed when he thought of this.

Song Xichen didn't know what she was laughing at, but frowned suspiciously.

[Song Xichen doesn't hate it] This conclusion was quickly overturned.

"Let's have a taste! The stinky tofu is super delicious!" Song Xichen said standing on the street and holding Cheng An who was about to run away.

"...Go away." Cheng An squeezed out these two words from between his teeth.

Tsk tsk tsk, it's too contrived.Song Xichen ignited the motivation to change Cheng An's stinking problem.

There is no smile on his face, his hair is combed neatly and softly, and his back is straight when he walks. He really lives meticulously...

... Cheng An noticed that Song Xichen had been watching her from behind, and turned to look at him dissatisfied.

Song Xichen just happily jumped over and messed up Cheng An's hair casually.

! ! !Cheng An was really stunned on the spot, who would dare to mess with her hair at such a young age? !

"I'm warning you as an elder, show me some respect." Cheng An said while smoothing his hair and gnashing his teeth.

Song Xichen hates this kind of rhetoric the most, and it's fine to listen to it every day at Song Yuan's place, but now he's going to be preached by Song Yuan's "girlfriend"?He didn't answer, just walked over silently, and snored hard again to brush Cheng An's hair.

Cheng An couldn't hold back his airs any longer, and the two of them were almost about to fight in the street...

Cheng An almost lost his strength due to the trouble, so he simply shook off him and planned to find a restaurant to eat by himself.

Song Xichen saw his intention at once, and smiled and dragged him to the Mala Tang stall on the side of the road.

It seems that I haven't eaten at a roadside stall since graduation... Cheng An twitched his arm but couldn't get it out: "What are you doing, I won't go."

Song Xichen found it even more interesting to hear her rarely showing a slightly anxious tone, and forced her down on the small bench.

…Forget it and eat it, it’s not that you really have stomach cancer, it doesn’t matter if you eat some junk food.

But Cheng An was still sitting upright, and Song Xichen couldn't help laughing at her: "Can't you relax? This is not in a primary school classroom."

Cheng An felt even more uncomfortable at what he said, so he could only loosen his shoulders a little.

Seeing Cheng An finally relax a little bit, the gentle evening wind blowing her long, soft hair, she lowered her head and inadvertently tucked the broken hair behind her ears... Song Xichen stared at her inexplicably, in the night shrouded At the roadside stall, he swallowed his saliva for no reason.