Try changing my plan again?

▍What did you dream about?

The person who picked up the mess was named Yi Xiu, and he was Jiang Song's only true friend since he was a child.

The backgrounds of the two people are somewhat similar, they share the same disease, and they are rich N-generations who are under heavy pressure and have no human rights.

They met when they were thrown abroad to study finance. At that time, Jiang Song was cold-tempered, but Yi Xiu was very outgoing, even a bit bold and unrestrained. The boat of friendship between the two basically depended on Yi Xiu to row, and gradually passed those In the days of suffering, although Jiang Song didn't say anything, he had already been included in the scope of his friends who were as small as a cone.

But I just want to clear Ruan Mian's innocence, and teach the people behind the scenes a lesson. Yi Xiu's family's business involves the media, so it doesn't take much effort to solve such a small fact.

But Jiang Song hung up the phone, but the eyebrows still couldn't be completely loosened.

Even if it can be remedied afterwards, the damage is still done. He is a little annoyed why he can't shield the world and protect the people he wants to protect.

He looked at Ruan Mian, who was still negotiating with Aunt Yuan in an incoherent way, but Aunt Yuan made him do nothing, even tried to coax the child by taking a bite of Chuanbei and giving him a piece of candy.

Jiang Song picked up the phone and walked over, took the bowl in Aunt Yuan's hand, squatted down facing Ruan Mian, raised his head slightly to look up at him, "Don't you just finish eating if you are so cruel? Is it shameful to lose your age?"

Ruan Mian shamelessly shook her head at him.

"Then I'll help you be ruthless." Jiang Song rolled up his cuffs, his seemingly random movements were full of threats, "I'm relatively strong, so the strike may not be serious, don't blame me for the pain in my jaw tomorrow."

Seeing that Jiang Song's gesture of getting up was serious and intended to use force to solve the problem, Ruan Mian shook his head and shrank back into the depth of the sofa.

He made a decision in just one second—a hero doesn't suffer immediate losses.

"I'll eat, I'll eat, I'll eat by myself, don't bother you... I told you to eat by yourself, don't come here!"

Ruan Mian snatched the bowl in panic, gnawed a whole pear in two mouthfuls, chewed it indiscriminately, swallowed the soup in one gulp, and put the empty bowl back into Jiang Song's hand.

"Everyone is an intellectual, what can't be said properly...?"

Seeing Ruan Mian's grin like a bear, Jiang Song's mouth slowly raised, half helplessly, half gently smiling.

This is the man who can always brighten up his run-down mood.

Jiang Song handed the bowl to Aunt Yuan, and rubbed Ruan Mian's messy head, "Go to sleep?"

"Hmm..." Ruan Mian was so dizzy, really sleepy, she nodded obediently, got up and followed Aunt Yuan to go upstairs, just walked a few steps, then suddenly turned her head.

Jiang Song leaned on the sofa, just turned on the laptop, frowned and rubbed his forehead, as if he still had something to deal with.

"Then what..." Ruan Mian scratched her head, "Go to bed early too...don't stay up too late."

Jiang Song raised his eyes, and the slightly slanted light from the wall lamp fell on his eyelashes, casting a thick shadow in the corner of his eyes.

"it is good."

This man is really smooth and bright.

Ruan Mian held Xiao Jiujiu in her heart, and didn't dare to look back, her heart was itching.

Around one o'clock in the morning, Ruan Mian woke up with an extremely dry and itchy throat, rubbed her throat, touched the mobile phone stuffed under the pillow, and looked for a cup by light.

While drinking water, he scrolled through the unread messages on WeChat, a high school classmate he hadn't contacted since he added WeChat.

——"Long time no see, my newly bought house needs to be renovated, and I would like to ask a big designer, what style is popular recently?"

Ruan Mian thought for a while and replied, "Modern simplicity, modern luxury, modern American style, modern Chinese style, all are quite popular, in line with the aesthetics of young people, and the comfort level is also very high."

Ruan Mian thought that it was midnight, and the other party was probably asleep too. Just as she was about to put down the phone, the message from there came back.

"Can you send me some pictures?"

Ruan Mian rolled her eyes, picked up the empty cup and planned to go out to get some hot water, suppressed her impatience, lowered her head and walked out while looking for pictures.

As soon as the door opened, he slammed into someone's arms.

Jiang Song was afraid that he would be thirsty in the middle of the night, so he went to get a warm water bottle after he finished his work. He was still light-footed so as not to disturb him, but he never expected that he would already get up, so he took a half step back in shock and fright. Just stabilized.

Jiang Song asked, "Why did you wake up?"

"I've run out of water..." Just as I was talking, the WeChat on the other end came back.

——"Old classmate, can you design it for me?"

——"There is no cost, and I don't ask too much, so I can do you a favor and treat you to dinner later."

Along with the news, there is also a floor plan of the website for selling houses.

Ruan Mian exploded immediately.

This is definitely what designers hate to hear the most, even more annoying than changing the plan.

"Fuck! Do you want to show your face!"

Ruan Mian was really mad. She felt that typing with one hand was not fast enough to vent her anger, so she simply put the cup in Jiang Song's hand, "Take it, take it, I'm going to curse him to death with two hands!"

Jiang Song was confused, and followed him into the bedroom, "What's wrong? Shaking with anger?"

Ruan Mian's mind was buzzing, and she held the phone for a long time without typing a word, so she simply handed it to Jiang Song, "Look, this is all done by people? I haven't said a word in seven or eight years, so it's easy to come up Need a design? There is no cost! My brain cells are not the cost of the tuition and time spent in school?!"

He didn't want his mobile phone anymore, and sat on the bed, "I have to explain this to him clearly, no one can do it, one size belongs to one size, let alone the relationship is not good, the design fee is related to the designer Dignity, even you, have to give it!"

Jiang Song held his mobile phone and looked at him with a half-smile.

This sentence is a bit ambiguous, and it seems that Jiang Song's specialness is expressed between the lines.

After thinking about it, Ruan Mian turned off the microphone on the spot, and then muttered again after a long time, "You...you can get a [-]% discount at most."

Jiang Song put down his glass, shook his phone in front of him, "How about I answer it for you?"

Ruan Mian waved her hand without thinking, "You answer, don't be too gentle!"

Jiang Song thought for a while, and typed a line - "The design fee is [-] per square meter, and I'm an old classmate, [-]% off."

The other party quickly replied to the message, "Talking about money hurts feelings, don't design for money."

Jiang Song tightened his brows, and found that he really couldn't give face, "Why not for money? For world peace?"

He returned the phone to Ruan Mian, "Don't call it back, don't be angry."

If he can't wake up at all, there is no need to save face for him. Anyway, this person's face is not worth much.

Seeing that there was no more movement, Ruan Mian got back into bed and lay down contentedly, "Sure enough, you are the one who choked people..."

I don't know whether this is a compliment or a curse, Jiang Song couldn't laugh or cry, and he really didn't have a temper with him, so he leaned over to help him tuck the quilt, "Can you still sleep?"

Ruan Mian originally turned her body sideways, but turned around to answer when she heard the sound, which directly caused the distance between the two to shrink suddenly.

Their eyes met, their noses intertwined, and their ambiguous feelings rose by leaps and bounds in the dim light.

Ruan Mian shrank her neck suddenly, Jiang Song was also a little embarrassed, she dodged her face, straightened her body, pretended to be calm and straightened her clothes, "...are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to take your temperature. "

Ruan Mian raised her hand and touched her forehead, "Well, it's much better. The pear soup is a little bad, but it's still quite useful."

"Well, go to sleep, I'll go back first."

I don't know if it's because being sick always makes people squeamish, and being squeamish makes it easy to indulge one's willfulness.

Ruan Mian suddenly didn't want to let him go.

In the silent night, Jiang Song's familiar smell made him feel relaxed and comfortable, and there was a trace of sour desire in his heart, looking forward to but not daring to approach.

He didn't want him to go.

Ruan Mian faltered for a long time before saying anything, "Are you sleepy?"

Jiang Song said, "It's okay, what's wrong?"

"...Can you stay with me for a while... I had a nightmare just now, it was quite scary."

"... Well, you lie down and put on the quilt first." Jiang Song turned off the lamp beside the bed, the sudden darkness caused Ruan Mian to lose his vision for a short time, only feeling that the mattress beside him was sinking.

"When I was young, I had nightmares. My sister told me that the nightmares would break if I spoke them out, so I wouldn't be afraid anymore." Sitting beside him, Jiang Song came over with a low voice, "What did you dream about?"

The author says:

I'm guilty……