Gao Leng's opponent is actually my clay plastic powder

Song Yuzhou didn't see the news he wanted to see, so he quit Weibo, and clicked into the green software for the umpteenth time.

There is a chat box that has been pinned to the top since the first day it existed in the address book, although it still stays on the greeting message automatically sent by WeChat.

"You have added the Southern Ocean Box Spirit as a friend, you can start chatting now."

He stared at the chat box for a long time without moving, curled his fingers slightly, but did not type.

"Buzz-"

The note is the manager's number, Song Yuzhou did not pause, and quickly answered the phone.

"Hello?" Zhao Fan on the other end of the phone seemed to have a bad signal, and he fed several times before saying, "Ask He Jing, she is already awake, nothing happened." He said angrily, "I usually I don't see that you are actively working, why are you so focused on business this time? If you really have time, why don't you take the notebook I told you last time..."

"I see, thank you." Song Yuzhou didn't finish listening to him, and his hanging heart finally fell to the ground. He perfunctorily said a few words to Zhao Fan, and hung up the phone in his cursing voice.

The phone screen automatically returns to the WeChat interface.

The crooked moon emoji dangled in front of his eyes, and Song Yuzhou began typing letter by letter.

——I heard from your agent that you woke up.

No, it's too blunt.

—Does your leg still hurt?Remember to change the medicine...

No, too close.

He deleted and edited it several times, and in the end he just sent it in a regular manner: Are you feeling better?

After sending the message, Song Yuzhou thought that there would be no reply for a while, but after a while, the other party replied.

A white box appeared on the screen of the phone, and Song Yuzhou's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Little Moon emoji: I'm fine, thank you for sending me to the hospital, and treat you to dinner when you're free [cute]

He almost didn't think about it, and sent the sentence that had already been typed and placed in the draft column, but he hadn't clicked send for a long time.

—Can I go and see you?

Song Yuzhou: "..."

He didn't know what kind of mentality he was holding. He pressed his fingers stiffly on the message, but he didn't withdraw it.

The note that he specially set on the top kept jumping, and it was "the other party is typing" for a while, and then changed back to the original.

Song Yuzhou understood instantly.

He doesn't want me to go.Song Yuzhou thought, I made it difficult for him.

Regret overwhelmed him belatedly, and Song Yuzhou withdrew the message.

The chat box still displayed "The other party is typing", Song Yuzhou didn't have time to think, and replied hastily: Sorry, I sent the wrong message.

After thinking about it, I made amends to myself: I don't mean anything else, don't get me wrong.

I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, don't get me wrong.

If you don't want me to go, I won't go.

Don't be embarrassed.

He didn't exit the chat box, nor did he open other apps, just kept watching the short conversation.

After a long while, he lowered his eyelashes, and on the small coffee table in front of the sofa, half a tube of scald ointment was facing him.

"Beep beep."

A beep.

Song Yuzhou looked at the screen.

Little Moon emoji: You can if it's convenient for you.

It was followed by a round-headed kitten emoji package.

After half an hour.

Zhao Fan kept checking the time, and finally couldn't bear to make a third call to Song Yuzhou.

"...What the hell are you doing? I've been waiting downstairs for half an hour!" He was so angry that he drove the car directly into the garage, pressed the floor where Song Yuzhou's apartment was located, and angrily went upstairs and knocked on the door. "Open the door! I'm already at your door!"

Song Yuzhou on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then replied in that indifferent tone: "Understood."

After speaking, I hung up.

Zhao Fan was so pissed off by him, he was furious at the phone for a few minutes before remembering that he had the key.

He opened the door and changed his shoes, searched the entire apartment, and finally found Song Yuzhou who was about to change in the cloakroom.

He asked in disbelief: "I waited for you downstairs for half an hour, and you told me you haven't changed your clothes yet?!"

Song Yuzhou glanced at him lightly, without saying a word.

Zhao Fan looked slowly at the various suits thrown on the floor again, and with difficulty squeezed out his voice: "Song Yuzhou, are you here to visit a doctor or go to a catwalk?"

Meng Shuyao stuffed an orange into her mouth expressionlessly.

Damn, why did you suddenly agree!

After seeing Song Yuzhou posting and withdrawing, and trying to cover up the message asking him to "don't misunderstand", Meng Shuyao didn't know why, but suddenly had the idea of ​​"let him come over, at worst, call a few more people, It shouldn't be too embarrassing."

When he thought about it, he simply sent a message to Song Yuzhou, asking him to "come over if it's convenient."

Well, now, dig a hole for yourself.

Forget it, let's come.

Meng Shuyao took a look at He Jing who was urgently called by him, and thought calmly, it was considered as the completion of today's business KPI.

The problem is not big.

Meng Shuyao ate another piece of orange.

Pretty sweet.

Still a bit craving for cherries though.

He was too embarrassed to let He Jing run up and down to buy things, and Xiao Wang was not there, so he could only endure it.

...But I really want to eat it!

"—Excuse me, can I come in?" Accompanied by the knock on the door, the person outside the door asked politely.

Meng Shuyao immediately guessed that it was Song Yuzhou and his manager.

Help... Miss Jing hasn't come back yet!

But no matter what, we can't hang people out.

Meng Shuyao had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply: "Yes, the door is unlocked, come in."

Zhao Fan walked in front.

He was still smiling, holding a fruit basket in his hand, and looked at the patient in a very standard way: "I came in a hurry, and I didn't buy much, so I just bought a fruit basket."

Meng Shuyao showed a business smile: "No, no... Thank you, please come here, just put it on the table."

With He Jing not around, Meng Shuyao could only take the lead by himself, dutifully being a chat companion.

In fact, there is nothing to talk about.

After all, the only topic they can talk about is business.

But this is not a good thing to talk about.

Fortunately, Zhao Fan is a talkative agent, what he said is appropriate and humorous, and the atmosphere in the ward is not bad.

As for Song Yuzhou.

Since entering the door, he has been like a cold dummy, sitting on a small sofa not far away, without saying a word, with a calm expression.

Meng Shuyao couldn't help but wonder if the account of Song Yuzhou who said "Can I go and see you" on WeChat has been hacked by someone.

Otherwise, it was forced by Zhao Fan to post it!

Judging from his appearance, he could guess that it was impossible for him to come here on his own.

"So I think this matter..." Zhao Fan was really good at talking, insisting on finding topics for 10 to [-] minutes, and he didn't mean to be short of words.

Meng Shuyao only needs to cooperate with him and agree with him a few words, which makes him breathe a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, Zhao Fan's cell phone rang before he finished speaking.

He looked at it with a frown, and said apologetically, "Excuse me, go out and answer the phone."

Although Meng Shuyao did not want him to leave in every possible way, it was not easy to stop him, so he could only watch helplessly as the only person in the ward who could find a topic left.

Only him and Song Yuzhou, who is not mute but might as well be mute, are left in the ward.

——If he is dumb, at least there is a reason why he doesn't need to communicate, and Meng Shuyao doesn't need to work hard to find a topic.

But there was Song Yuzhou who was not dumb in the ward.

So Meng Shuyao had to take the initiative to find a topic.

After all, there is not much difference between Song Yuzhou's mouth growing and not growing.

"You..." Meng Shuyao just said the first word, but was interrupted by Song Yuzhou who suddenly opened his mouth.

He first paused for a while, seeing that Meng Shuyao didn't intend to continue, so he said, "Do you want candy?"

Meng Shuyao stared at him blankly, wondering when the topic jumped to this point.

He hesitated, "No, no..."

The last word was swallowed by Meng Shuyao after seeing the small chocolate ball in the palm of Song Yuzhou's palm.

Chocolate is a very small French brand, not many people eat it in France, let alone in China.The last time Meng Shuyao ate was when Meng Jiming was on a business trip, he specially found a physical store for him and bought a lot of them to send back.

Later, Meng Shuyao got tooth decay because he ate too much a day, and he needed to strictly control his diet after his debut, so he never ate again.

But he still likes to eat very much all the time, also want to eat very much.

So now it is really hard for Meng Shuyao to say no to the chocolate candy that Song Yuzhou handed over.

So he glanced at the door quietly, didn't see He Jing, and was sure he wouldn't be found, so he happily smiled at Song Yuzhou, took the chocolate, peeled off the candy wrapper, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, with one side of his cheek bulging Little by little, mumbled: "Thank you for the chocolate."

Song Yuzhou forced himself to look away and said in a low voice, "You're welcome."

After a long time, Meng Shuyao ate his beloved chocolate. He was in a great mood and started to talk more. He also took the initiative to talk to Song Yuzhou: "Where did you buy the chocolate? I searched many stores in China but couldn't find it. "

He said distressedly: "Sister Jing forbids me to eat these high-calorie foods, saying that I will gain weight." He lowered his head and pinched the soft flesh on his arm, muttering: "Am I fat?"

Song Yuzhou said: "You are very thin, you should eat more."

This is the truth.

Meng Shuyao has a physique that does not make him fat. After his debut, he trains every day and controls his diet, just to look good on camera. In fact, he feels very light and thin just by looking at him. The whole person is so thin that he can be blown away by a gust of wind.

Song Yuzhou has no expression when he speaks, and always gives people a very serious and serious feeling.

Meng Shuyao, who was approved, nodded vigorously: "Exactly! I'm not fat at all!"

After he finished speaking, he went back to the question just now: "Not many people like this brand, do you like it too? What a coincidence, I like eating his chocolate balls the most."

Song Yuzhou looked at the peeled candy wrapper, and said after a while, "Yes." He said, "There are cherries in the fruit basket, let me wash some for you."

Meng Shuyao's eyes lit up when he heard the words, but he was still a little embarrassed, but before he could stop him, Song Yuzhou took the fruit basket to wash.

After washing, he took a small porcelain bowl and put it in a small porcelain bowl before giving it to Meng Shuyao. He looked at the candy wrapper again and said, "If you like this candy, I'll do it next time." Song Yuzhou paused, articulating the words clearly Said, "I'll bring it to you next time."

Meng Shuyao was enjoying eating cherries in a small porcelain bowl, now it is the season for them to be on the market, and all of them in that basket are big and sweet, now that there is still sugar to eat, the corners of her lips rippling Smiling, the dimples are deep, it can be seen that he is really happy.He said sincerely: "Thank you, you are such a good man!"

The author has something to say:

Xiao Song, who was caught off guard by being issued a good person card: "..."

And, Xiao Song is really scheming!Deliberately bring only one candy to hang my wife in exchange for the chance to meet next time!