bait [entertainment circle]

◎How I wish I could do it all over◎

"You just had your stomach washed, and the doctor told you to eat lightly." Si Er's lips curled into a cold arc, and she stroked her forehead with a headache, "Sang Ling, stop making trouble."

"It's not a joke, I really want to eat that restaurant's food," Sang Ling pouted lightly, looking at Si Er, hoping that she would understand what she meant, "After so many years abroad, I thought Very long time."

Shi Er pursed his lips and remained silent.

Trying to ignore the slight prickling pain on his forehead, Shang Lingjue frowned and asked, "Can't we send the vegetables there by air?"

This really can't be blamed for her saying such "conscienceless" words. When I was on my honeymoon with Se Er, Se Er often wanted to eat food from the other side of the world on a whim, so it was common for him to transport food by air.

"The taste will always be different," Sang Ling said. "Don't you think that different people in different places make different things? Just like dumplings are always the best made by mother."

Although he really wanted to eat the dumplings made by his mother again, Shang Lingjue shook his head honestly, blinking his eyelashes as thick as curtains, "The dumplings all taste the same."

Sang Ling looked at Shang Lingjue in disbelief, feeling that she really didn't have the so-called romantic cells, she glanced at her phone and said, "I've got a reservation, can you go eat with me?"

Si Er sighed softly, his collarbone was so white that it was dazzlingly white in the collar of his shirt, "Forget it, let's go."

Shang Lingjue got up silently and put on his coat, but Si Er followed behind her and put his beret on her head.

"Cover it up so you don't get photographed," Si Er put on his sunglasses, pursed his red lips, but his movements were very gentle, "Go home at night and ask the family doctor to change your medicine."

"Well, the doctor said that the broken skin is not big, so it shouldn't leave a scar."

The warm and warm fragrance from the woman's body surrounded Shang Lingjue. She touched the hat that was still wearing Sear's temperature, squinted her eyes and smiled.

Like a kitten eating canned food.

They went out through the side door of the hospital, and the bodyguards who came to pick them up held black umbrellas, and they were tall and tall, blocking all sight.

Sitting in the car, Shang Lingjue leaned against the window, took out his phone and checked the hot search post about her accident. The company's official announcement received more than 200 million likes and nearly [-] comments.

Most of the comments were worried about her and Qi Meng's situation, and a few people speculated whether this was a show.

What's more interesting is that after this incident, their fans changed their fan name to Mitt Guards, and also showed a pattern of fan badges.

It looks like a golden parachute, and there is a line of small words on it: The core carries four people, do not overload.

For a group that has just debuted, the popularity of Meet is quite high.

However, she has never seen a combination as unlucky as them. The first official performance lost two people.

There is a saying that goes, "The first emperor collapsed in the middle of his business before he started his business".

The mobile phone was snatched away by a slender and white hand, and Shang Lingjue noticed that Si Er had taken off his sunglasses, raised his chin slightly, and stared at him with slender eyes, with a frightening coldness and a frightening beauty.

"Concussion and still looking at your phone in the car? I asked the doctor, you must rest well, don't waste your brain, and eat light, high-protein foods. You must eat a bowl of egg custard in a while."

"Just take a look," Shang Lingjue smiled brightly, and made a little hand gesture, "The fans are so interesting and talented."

"Let's see in a few days," Si Er took away Shang Lingjue's cell phone in the dimly lit car, "You guys will have a lot of activities in the future, and you may fly all over the place, and you may not even have enough time to sleep."

Wouldn't that make it even more impossible to see you? Shang Lingjue swallowed the useless words in time, and just nodded obediently.

In fact, it's nice to have music to accompany her, but she didn't realize until she joined the group that girl groups don't only have music.

The car fell silent, and suddenly Shang Lingjue's cell phone buzzed several times.Su Er subconsciously took out his phone and saw several WeChat messages.

[Junior girl, I just got off the plane, I'm worried about you, are you okay? 】

[How did you fall down? How is your situation now? 】

[I remember that you like to drink soup, I stewed Tianma black chicken soup, can I visit you in the hospital? 】

The note is Senior Sister Luo Yiyu.

"That good senior of yours cares about you very much." Si Er lowered his head, unable to see his expression, but his voice was low, emphasizing the good word, "Respond to the message."

With three questions in a row, Shang Lingjue could feel the senior sister's concern for him through the screen, and at the same time felt a little guilty.

Ever since she added her senior's wechat and said hello politely, she never took the initiative to contact her again.

Now that he still cares about him so much, he really deserves to be a senior from the same school.

For the first time, Shang Lingjue felt the warmth among his classmates.

【Sister, I'm fine. I've been discharged from the hospital now. Thank you for your concern. 】

[Next time I have time to invite you to dinner. 】

After thinking about it, Shang Lingjue still added the last sentence, she still understands the ways of the world.

Maybe there will be music issues in the future that I need to communicate with my senior sister.

After seeing that the senior replied that you had a good rest, Shang Lingjue sneaked a glance at Si Er, and found that the woman's eyes were closed and her expression faded. She looked cold and abstinent, and she didn't seem to have any mood swings.

She didn't know if it was normal that S Er didn't even have curiosity. S Er was her first love. Before that, she didn't know what love was like.

However, Si Er is cold by nature, and there is almost nothing that can make her angry and annoyed. Shang Lingjue can hardly imagine anyone or anything that can move Si Er.

While she was thinking wildly, the car slowly stopped in front of an antique restaurant.

The bodyguard in black opened the car door and sent the three of them into the restaurant.Shang Lingjue pressed his beret and looked up at the name of the restaurant, Yunyun.

The waiter led the three of them to the innermost bamboo room with twists and turns. There was a bamboo dining table on the navy blue carpet, and the emerald green color was crystal clear.

There is a meandering "creek" across the middle of the dining table, with gurgling water coming down from the high dragon head, and pink petal lights floating in the stream.

The waiter brought Darjeeling black tea first, and Sang Ling sat across from Si Er and Shang Lingjue, holding up the teacup and sniffing lightly, "The spring tea I asked them to serve has a soft and elegant taste and a clear tea color, which is your favorite , Xiao Er."

In the spacious room, soft lights came from all directions, and a gentle warm wind was blowing around.

Si Er sat on the wooden chair, his narrow and deep eyes were faint, like a calm and beautiful lake, his absent-minded smile was indifferent, but the corners of his eyes and brows were naturally charming.

Even if it is ruthless, it is also touching.

Shang Lingjue took a sip of the tea in the cup, the fragrance remained on his lips and teeth, it was indeed good tea.

But no matter how many, she won't be able to taste it. Their business is a family of music, but every generation is only interested in music, and they are not good at tasting tea.

"We used to eat in this room every time," Sang Ling continued, "Now I regret not cherishing the past time."

Sier stared at the running water on the table, "Let's serve."

Shang Lingjue was keenly aware of the strange atmosphere. She looked left and right, but sat down obediently after being glanced at by Si Er.

This meal, S Er ate very little, most of the time the woman was eating with her hands, slowly turning the teacup in her hand, thoughtful and careless.

Only Sang Ling was talking to Shang Lingjue incessantly.

"Being a girl group is hard work, aren't you afraid of falling this time?"

"I didn't know anyone when I fell down, so I wasn't too scared."

Shang Lingjue reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls of food and put down her chopsticks. The sequelae of the injury made her sleepy now.

"Sleepy, do you have a headache?" Seemingly noticing Shang Lingjue's abnormality, Si Er immediately patted the back of her hand, his palm was warm.

"Fortunately," Shang Lingjue saw a small wooden boat floating in the "stream".

This store is really literary and artistic to the extreme, and it matches Sang Ling's gentle and ladylike temperament.People like myself who pretend to be well-behaved are completely incomparable.

"It's a little surprise in their store." Sang Ling's eyes sparkled. "It's filled with crane biscuits, and there's heaven and earth inside."

The boat floated in front of Si Er and Shang Lingjue. Seeing that Si Er did not move, Shang Lingjue reached out to take a piece of biscuit, broke off the crane's head, and a small ball of paper fell out.

Unfolding the note, Shang Lingjue glanced at the handwritten words on it, it was neat and elegant.

"How I wish I could do it all over again."

Another cookie read: never leave again.

Sure enough, the fan of this store is so literary and artistic. Shang Lingjue glanced at Si Er, but found that the woman glanced at the words on the note with a complicated expression.

Sang Ling keeps her head down and fiddles with her phone, occasionally raising her head and smiling.

At this moment, S Er's cell phone suddenly buzzed twice and turned on. S Er flicked his fingertips to look at the message, frowned slightly, but then turned off the phone again.

However, messages were sent one after another, and Shang Lingjue looked at Si Er strangely, "Sister, don't you reply to the messages?"

Turning off the phone again, Si Er looked tired, and shook his head to help Shang Lingjue loosen the hair on his forehead.

"Then let's go back." Sang Ling was the first to get up to call the waiter, and paid by swiping her card. She seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on her lips, "I'll ask my assistant to pick me up, you guys go first and have a good rest. "

"Do you still need to wear sunglasses in the hospital?" Shang Lingjue looked at Sang Ling who was going away and asked. She thought wearing sunglasses at the banquet was a personal preference.

"I had surgery on my eyes, so I can't see strong light for the time being." Si Er played with the phone with one hand, his voice was a little heavy, "I will fly back to the set tomorrow, you have to listen to the doctor, I will go back and make pork liver and spinach soup for you , drink before going to sleep."

The next morning, S Er got up early and set off. Shang Lingjue heard S Er's door closing in a daze. She ran out of the door barefoot and found that S Er had already left.

So he ran to the balcony and looked down, only to find that Sang Ling was standing downstairs with a smile on his face.

The author says:

感谢在2022-03-1222：00：03～2022-03-1322：00：02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Xiao Moto, Thirteen, Silent Growler 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of flying pigs; 2 bottles of turtle n; 388281801 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!