Slag Gong took the cannon fodder and accepted the script

"I was forced to play with him before, and it's not like you don't know about it." Jiang Chengli opened his eyes irritably, with a drunken expression, and closed them again after speaking.

As for where to play it is self-evident.

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point, Jiang Chengli's drunken mind suddenly flashed a sliver of clarity, his eyelashes fluttered twice and he opened, and saw Ji Xun who was sitting by the bed silently watching him.

He was stirring something in the bowl in his hand to cool it down, and there was nothing wrong with his movements, Jiang Chengli was a little relieved.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengli was a little sober. The bowl was probably hangover soup. He used to like to go to sleep every time he was drunk. This time, he felt a string in his heart before Ji Xun woke him up, so he sat up straight on the bed. Waiting for Ji Xun to hand him Tang Chuirang.

It's just that he waited for a long time, and when he fell asleep again and almost knocked his head against the bed, he didn't wait for Ji Xun to feed him the soup.

Jiang Chengli looked at Ji Xun's way of stirring the soup slowly, and felt that something was wrong with him, and then remembered what he said before, and immediately realized that he was a little guilty.

"Is the soup still cold? I can tell it's from you when I smell it."

As soon as Jiang Chengli said this, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became more solidified, and he immediately realized that this was not what Ji Xun wanted to hear.

Sure enough, in the next second, Ji Xun's face was so heavy that he was able to drip water, put the bowl on the bedside, and sneered: "I'm short-sighted and can't play with the young master. It's my negligence. I will go to study later."

Jiang Chengli's guilt was even worse. Although Ji Xun may not have much sincerity towards him, they are still in a close relationship now, and the words just now are really inappropriate.

He smelled the faint smell of hangover soup on Ji Xun's sleeve, and looked at his watch. It was already 1 o'clock in the middle of the night. Knowing that Ji Xun had taken care of him for so long, his heart softened, and he lowered his face and coaxed in a low voice: "I was just now If you're drunk, don't take it to heart."

"Hey, the young master is right, why do you apologize?"

Ji Xun's tone was extremely cold, and he didn't even look at Jiang Chengli's face from the beginning to the end.

Jiang Chengli was also pissed off by Ji Xun's attitude, as if he had made some disgusting big mistake, which wasn't something he did in the first place, and he didn't mention the company's affairs. Xun has never treated him with such an attitude, and at the same time, there is a faint sense of grievance.

"It's all in the past, I don't care about what you care about." Jiang Chengli replied indifferently.

Unexpectedly, this sentence was more like a thunderbolt, which exploded into pieces in Ji Xun's heart, shaking him as if his body trembled twice: "Yes, you are generous to your friends, I care about every detail! I don't remember your hatred, I will remember for you that I am meddling in my own business!"

Jiang Chengli regretted what he said at first, but seeing Ji Xun's aggressive attitude, a sense of insecurity suddenly emerged in his heart, and temporarily suppressed that trace of regret.

"Do you have a heart?" Ji Xun lowered his body, the emotion in his eyes was so strong that Jiang Chengli had never seen before.

The light in front of Jiang Chengli was blocked by Ji Xun. It was not anger but fear that overwhelmed other emotions in his heart.

He is not afraid of quarreling, but has a fear that Ji Xun wants to escape from him.

In the past when he got along with Ji Xun, he always had the upper hand, but now he is inferior to others and can't compare to Ji Xun in everything. Ji Xun can be impatient with him, and the next moment he can directly abandon him who is worthless.

The fear of being abandoned was so intense that Jiang Chengli didn't hear what Qing Jixun was saying.

"Now you think I'm careless and annoying? If it was me half a year ago, would you quarrel with me because of this kind of thing?"

As soon as the words were finished, the man standing in the room raised his head, his eyes seemed to be filled with confusion, like a child whose parents had forgotten to get lost on the street. Shivering as if being frozen.

"Is that what you think of me?"