Chapter 25: Twenty-five big guys

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Song Yanhe took a shower near a hotel, changed into the clothes sent by the assistant, and returned to the hospital. Xiao Yuanmu did not wake up all night, and he slept in the accompanying bed overnight.
At six o’clock in the morning, Song Yehe, who had not slept well all night, woke up stupidly, sitting up and seeing the strange environment and there was a moment of blankness, until his eyes moved to Xiao Yuanmu not far away, Memories slowly returned.
He cleaned up and left the ward, drove home directly, and went straight to the kitchen when he arrived home, with ambitious expression.
The system that has been silent after he poured the rice into the pot and put the salt and vinegar all over again, he couldn't help saying: "Brother, what are you doing? 】
Song Yanhe stared at the boiling water accompanied by grains of rice in the pot, and asked: "Can't you see that I'm cooking porridge? 】
After a few seconds, the system answered honestly: [I can't see it. 】
Song Yanhe turned off the fire, stood by the pot and watched carefully.
After a few minutes, Song Yehe frowned. How long did it take to open the mobile phone to search for porridge, but the ringtone of the mobile phone rang as soon as the webpage was opened, and the webpage page became a call page.
Seeing the unfamiliar number in front of him, Song Jihe slid directly to the hang up.
There are many ways to cook porridge on the webpage. The most popular one is white porridge. Song Yuhe doesn't like to drink white porridge, and the white porridge is too simple. He can't reflect his apologies and cooking skills in a low-key way, so he turned a few pages Finally, I found a porridge that looks good from the pictures, and the ingredients inside are not too complicated porridge-preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
Song Yanhe looked around in the refrigerator. There was a lot of meat, everything from poultry to seafood, but the eggs were only eggs.
Eggs are just eggs. It's not much that they are all eggs.
Song Yanhe poured the pot of porridge just now, followed by adding water and rice again according to the recipe, one step at a time, strictly according to the recipe requirements, and looked like a decent, at least until he beat the eggs in. .
Song Yehe turned off the fire, and poured the porridge in the pot expressionlessly again. As soon as he was about to start another pot, the cell phone rang again, still the strange number.
"Who?"
Suddenly heard Song Jihe's voice, obviously there was no expectation, there was no sound for a few seconds.
Song Yanhe frowned and closed the refrigerator. The frustration and anger that even the porridge could not be cooked were sent to the person opposite the mobile phone: "Fart fast."
Obviously there came back to God, and hurriedly said: "It's me, Master Song, I'm catkin."
Song Yan paused with his movements and raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter?"
"Do you have time recently? I want to meet you, and I want to tell you something."
As soon as Song Yan and his mind turned around, but half a second, they thought about Liu Su's plan clearly. He raised his lips and said with a terrible tone: "Master Ben, what you want to see?"
Liu Su didn't expect Song Yanhe's attitude, but she said softly: "I have something very important to tell you. It's about your family and your parents. I think you must know."
"Oh?" Song Yanhe found a chair in the restaurant and sat down, his voice indifferent: "It's important?"
"Correct."
Song Yan and casually held the anti-hot pad on the table, lifted it and put it down, his voice puzzled: "How can I not figure out why Liu Yinghou will have important news about our Song family in his hands."
"Can't talk about the Song family," Liu Su said gently. "But it's about your mother."
Song Yan and a silent smirk, his lips croaked: "Since this is the case, set a time for Liu Ying."
The catkins rejoiced and said quickly: "How about next Tuesday, the location is Liuquxi."
Liuquxi is a very private teahouse. Many celebrities and politicians and businessmen will go there to drink tea. I heard that the host behind is very mysterious. The catkins will be chosen there, which is indeed very safe.
Song Yanhe's voice was calm, but the smile on his face brought every bad thing that the talents of calculators had. He said slowly, "Okay, see you on Tuesday."
Hanging up the phone, Song Yehe glanced at the time. After seeing the nine o'clock above, he couldn't help but swear, then pouted and called to remember, and sent Xiao Yuanmu's ward address in the past. .
When Song Yonghe arrived at the hospital, Xiao Yuanmu was already drinking porridge. He saw his hand coming in and porridge, and he paused for a moment, glanced at him slightly, and then hooked his lips: "You are here, porridge is very It's delicious. "
Hearing his voice, Song Yan and his footsteps hurriedly swept over his normal face, and he did not show empty when wearing a hospital suit, but he was extraordinarily tall, and finally fixed his eyes on the wooden spoon With his knuckle fingers, he pouted, "It's going to be a problem after buying a midnight snack. What else can you do?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his eyes around Song Yan and his body without trace for a week. He stayed on his gently pursed lips for a few more seconds, and then retracted his eyes slowly and drank the porridge slowly. , Faintly said: "Are you still angry?"
Song Yihe stood in place, his face was blank for a moment, and the slightly turning pupils were innocent. After a few seconds, he reacted, his expression changed slightly, and he raised his hands on his side and hugged them to his chest. They were a little taller: "What am I angry at? Why am I angry? Just because you kissed me? Are you funny?"
"Just be angry."
Xiao Yuanmu did not raise his eyes when he heard the questioning like Song Kun and the laser cannon. He put down the spoon in his hand, the tone was flat, it seemed that he had just asked casually, and organized Song Yun and his brain just ready. The retorts were stuck in his throat.
As if a fist hit the cotton, it was soft and condescending.
Song Yanhe raised his eyes, just facing Xiao Yuanmu's sight, calm and deep, as if the endless sea, and like the bottomless abyss, he hesitantly blinked, and his heart quickly passed a trace of unclearness Strange feeling.
Before he could catch Si Lingguang, a nurse pushed in and helped Xiao Yuanmu clean up the table. Then he said in a soft voice: "Mr. Xiao, I can take your temperature again, if there is no problem , You can be discharged. "
After the nurse carefully helped Xiao Yuanmu take his temperature, he softened: "The doctor asked me to tell you that you have just had a high fever, and your diet should be lighter recently. Although the leg is only scratched, it is best not to exercise too much. Wounds You need to change your medicine every day. If no one helps you, I can go to your house to help you change after work. "
After finishing the last sentence, the face-faced nurse had a flushed cheek, and infinite affection flowed between every move.
However, Xiao Yuanmu did not feel the sentimental feelings of others, and his manners were polite and alienated: "No more, someone changed my medicine."
Song Xunhe walked to the sofa next to her while changing clothes, and watched with interest the ruthless show of falling flowers.
The nurse was a little bit disappointed when she heard the words, but she still smiled. "If you can contact me if you have any questions, I will definitely rush to help you."
"Thank you."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded faintly, as if he didn't understand the hint that the nurse wanted to contact him, his expression was light and there was no word of .
Then the nurse knew that she was not in the slightest possible. She lowered her head, her voice was low, and whispered, "Mr. Xiao, I'm going out now, goodbye."
Song Xunhe just watched from the entrance to the present, even a single Yu Guang hadn't held his head against the female nurse, and left the ward indefinitely. After that, three or four nurses came in and went out in various names. Attentive and attentive, shy and gentle, he sent Xiao Yuanmu to put on his sick suit and personally helped him to change into the clothes he was discharged from the hospital.
"I'm going to change clothes. Can you bother going out first?"
Finally, Xiao Yuan Mu Qing's voice sounded, the ending was low and magnetic, making the two nurses around him cheeks more red, nodded shyly, then stepped back three times and left reluctantly.
Song Xunhe didn't hold back a grin, and as soon as he was about to make a joke, he saw that Xiao Yuanmu had taken off his shirt and was facing his direction.
Song Yan and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze. Don't overdo it: "What are you doing!"
Hearing his voice, Xiao Yuanmu took off his clothes, his cold face seemed to have a smile, but there were no waves in his eyes, and there was an imperceptible inspection under his eyes.
"Undress."
Xiao Yuanmu replied, his voice was clear, calm and innocent, and he didn't seem to understand why he asked.
"Of course I know you take off your clothes!" Song Yan and Wen Yan didn't resist turning their heads to stare at him, glanced over his strong and regular abs, and turned back quickly, his tone even more exasperated: "I am Say why do n’t you take your clothes off to the bathroom! "
Xiao Yuanmu put the taken off hospital clothes on the bed, picked up the shirt next to him, and didn't put it on. So he went to Song Ye and whispered, "Why go to the bathroom?"
The voice sounded above his head, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Xiao Yuanmu's mermaid line covered by his pants. Song Xunhe quickly looked away, but he didn't think it was a big deal, but his heartbeat sound was quite uncontrollable. Obviously I have seen countless fruits and bodies, and before I saw Xiao Yuan Mu Guo. Although he felt perfect, there was no other feeling, but he did not know why, but now he felt that there was a fire on his back.
Is it because of a kiss? Song Yan and his thoughts drifted and thought, maybe it wasn't, kissing with others before did not have this symptom.
Probably ... feel guilty, knowing that he would be involved in a car accident without stopping it. This kind of condemnation makes him flustered. Seeing Xiao Yuanmu will cause guilt, so this strange feeling.
Song Kun and Dawu realized that, after thinking about it, the tight body also relaxed.
"You drove those nurses away, didn't you just want to see them?" No longer tangled, Song Yun and his tone were much easier: "Since you don't want to be seen, you just have to go to the bathroom."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at him subtly, and took Song Ye and all his expressions into his eyes, and the doubts in his heart were even worse. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes, but no emotion was leaked on his face. He leaned down slightly in his ears. "Because you are different from others."
With a enthusiastic breath on the tip of his ears, Song Yong and his body just relaxed, his eyes just dared to rest for a while and then focus on the vase in front of him. He licked his lips unconsciously and took a deep breath. He calmed down and pushed Xiao Yuanmu aside, pretending to be impatient: "Of course it's different. They are women and I'm a man. Why do you change clothes so much?"
Unpreparedly, Song Yanhe pushed back a half step, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes just calmed down, but his eyes calmed down. His eyes moved between Song Yan and his slightly wet mouth and red ear tips. The waves in China gradually returned to peace, hiding all the unpredictable emotions, and putting the shirt on his body.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu changing his clothes quietly, he didn't talk to him anymore. Song Xuanhe was relieved. When he changed his clothes, Song Xuanhe stood up and said, "Let's go, it's late, we go outside Just eat something and go back. "
Xiao Yuan nodded slightly, his tone was cold: "Um."
As soon as they walked to the door, the sound of a knock on the door rang, and someone asked, "Can you come in?"
The sound outside the door was a little familiar. Song Xunhe reacted within two seconds, and looked up subconsciously to see Xiao Yuanmu.
Xiao Yuanmu was also looking at him. His eyes were hooked back and forth, and the double-folded eyelids were wrinkled at the end of the eyes. At this time, his eyes were slightly dangled to see him. The hooked eyes were clean and cold on his face, like mountains and white snow, far from people.
He asked, "Who is outside?"
"People who hit you yesterday." Song Yanhe looked back, and the action of opening the door was a little hasty. "Why?"
Wei Chen saw Song Ye and looked at him with a cold face, and raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why, not welcome?"
Song Xihe looked at him so coldly, the answer is self-evident.
Wei Chen did not hold back and smiled when he saw this: "I only saw the victims' families clamoring for the perpetrators to make compensations. I did not expect that there is still such a penny as you do not want to pay the perpetrators. "
"Now you see it." Song Xunhe took the corner of his mouth, and Pi Xiaorou did not smile.
"I saw you." Wei Chen frowned, sighed, and shook his head quite helplessly and proudly: "But I am kind and honest, and have a strong sense of responsibility. I am afraid that the victim and the accident The victim's family was gone, so he rushed over to compensate. "
Song Yan twitched with the corners of his mouth. He really hadn't seen anyone who was shameless than Wei Chen.
Xiao Yuanmu saw the familiar face outside the door at first glance, and raised the corners of his mouth without any trace, but there was a trace of coldness under his eyes. He went behind Song Ye and looked at the man outside the door and said quietly: "You who is it?"
Wei Chen's eyes on Shang Xiaoyuanmu's eyes gradually flattened, his expression changed from easy to alert, and he intuitively told him that this man was very dangerous.
"This is Weichen," Song Zhenghe said, "the one who hit you."
Wei Chen didn't speak, and stared at Xiao Yuanmu for a moment. He grew up in the compound, and the elders with high weight were eating at a table. It is common for any big scene, but this kind of trembling sense of crisis The sense of oppression with the superior is the first time in history.
Even though the man in front of him looks cold, his eyes are calm, his temperament just looks cold, and ordinary people may only feel that he is indifferent, but he grew up in the top circle and began to cultivate when he was young. He believes in his intuition.
Yesterday he went back and checked. Song Yehe is the second master of the Song family. This is absolutely true, but this person will definitely not be an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. If one of the orphanages grew up, The orphan can have his calm and indifferent temperament. Ordinary parents don't need to raise a child anymore, they can simply throw it into the welfare home.
Xiao Yuanmu had a lot of dealings with Weichen in the last life. Just look at his expression to know what he was thinking. At this time, Weichen was only in his early twenties. His expression management was far from excellent later. When he looked at him, Dreading almost overflowed his eyes, which suddenly made him feel interesting.
Song Yihe and Wei Chen, but just woke up and saw the two previous acquaintances, but both of them are different from what he saw at this point in time in the previous life. Then, this difference arises What is the reason.
Xiao Yuanmu's gaze passed by Song Huan and the hairpin above his head, and he slightly touched his lips and said, "What's the matter with you?"
Wei Chen has been staring at Xiao Yuanmu closely. He found that the moment when Xiao Yuanmu spoke, the temperament of his body changed. This change was very subtle, but he could easily detect it--Xiao Yuanmu The whole body is full of momentum, and the temperament becomes indistinguishable from the surface, cold and indifferent, but it will never give people a sense of oppression.
Seeing this, Wei Chen not only did not let down his vigilance, but was even more frightened of Xiao Yuanmu.
A person who can change his gas field in an instant, a dangerous element who can easily disguise himself as a harmless person, is more terrible than an exposed strong gas field. Such a person is definitely not something in the pool.
Weighing the pros and cons and building a high defense took only a few seconds. In Song Yehe's opinion, Wei Chen answered Xiao Yuanmu's question almost instantly. He put away the laugh on his face and introduced himself very politely: "You OK, I ’m Weichen. Yesterday it was too rainy. I saw that there were almost no pedestrians on the road and turned on the high beam. I did n’t expect to hit you. I ’m so sorry. I ’m here to compensate you for the loss Medical expenses and all kinds of expenses. "
Song Zhihe intuitively felt that Wei Chen's ability to change his face in one second. No wonder the last generation could become one of Xiao Yuanmu's suitors. The ability to change his face and the face of the wall that is comparable to the city wall are enough to attract the suitors. Stand out.
Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "I heard that you have already paid for the medical expenses, and that's enough."
Wei Chen wasn't surprised when he heard what he said. Xiao Yuanmu's momentum can never be the lack of money. Through this, he also confirmed his speculation that Xiao Yuanmu could not be an orphan.
It ’s just what his true identity is, and he does n’t know. Few families can raise Xiao Yuanmu's temperament. He knows the children of the top families in the Chinese circle, but he never sees them. Over Xiao Yuanmu's figure.
With inquiry and suspicion, Wei Chen laughed: "In that case, then please make sure that both of you agree to let me invite you to dinner, otherwise my conscience is uneasy."
Hearing here, Song Zhenghe didn't hold back a snoring, he didn't believe that Wei Chen had any conscience.
Seeing Song Ye and his face with a ridiculous ridicule, Wei Chen was not annoyed, and his expression remained sincere: "I'm telling the truth. It's better to choose another day than to hit the sun. If the two are okay, let's have lunch together today."
Anyway, I also have to eat. One more person is just one more pair of chopsticks, and there are still some people. Song Ye and the courteous invitation of Wei Chen decided to conform to the strong attraction between the protagonists.
He said, "Just as we want to eat, let's go together."
Wei Chen heard the words and looked at Xiao Yuanmu subconsciously, only to see him lowering his eyes, probably Song Songhe, his face was calm but unpredictable, until Song Yuanhe noticed his head, he looked away and agreed softly. .
The three of them left the hospital together on the way to the hotel. Song Xunhe still felt a little weird. He did not expect that one day, he would be able to eat peacefully with the man in Xiao Yuanmu's harem.
Wei Chen took them to a private restaurant. In a small courtyard in the old hutong, it was secluded but not secluded. With a few traces of human fireworks, the dishes had not been served yet, and they were already looking forward to it.
"The home-cooked food here is particularly authentic. Usually I come here with a few small parties for me. When you try it, I think it is delicious and we can come again next time."
Song Yan and Wen Yan twitched their mouths. I didn't expect that one of Wei Chen's grandfathers was quite scheming and chased a man around, but the action was quite strong. At this time, he began to make a second meal.
"Song Shao, what do you say?"
As soon as Song Tinghe's vomiting was over, I heard Wei Chen's words. Fortunately, he responded quickly, and he replied almost next second: "If it tastes good, I will come again later."
Wei Chen smiled, glanced over Xiao Yuanmu's calm face, and said to Song Yan: "Oh, we are also having dinner together, Mr. Wei Song Shao sounds rusty, otherwise we will call each other by name Just call me Weichen. "
"It doesn't matter."
Knowing that Wei Chen's drunkard is not in the wine, Song Yehe is unavoidable.
However, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes narrowed, and he said calmly: "We and Mr. Wei have only met for the first time, maybe they are not as familiar as Mr. Wei imagined."
As soon as Xiao Yuanmu said this, Wei Chen was not surprised, but Song Yehe was surprised.
Before, Xiao Yuanmu was so sorry for his words. Even when he overturned his meals or almost forced him, he didn't allow him to say a few more words. This was the first time he met Wei Wei, and he directly spoke to others. Now, the difference between the treatment of the cannon fodder and the protagonist is too great.
After Song Yehe thought so, he heard the system in his head saying, "I think the boss is a bit wrong. 】
[Of course something is wrong. Song Yong and Rao waited for Wei Chen to answer with interest, and used the system with two minds. [Wei Chen is one of his future men. Can they be right? 】
[No. ] The system voice was a little anxious, but it didn't say anything clearly, just saying: [I mean, he's not right. 】
[What's wrong? 】
Song Yunhe asked along the words of the system. Before the system spoke, he listened to Weichen: "I met you for the first time, but he was not counted. We met a few times before at the banquet. I did n’t say hello but I knew it well. Even if I did n’t count those few times, yesterday and today I met for the second time.
Song Yanhe did not expect that the rival play between the two protagonists would pull him in, and after Wei Chen said it, he asked for his opinion and asked him, "What do you think, peace?"
At this moment, both people's eyes fell on him.
As for the Weichen who dragged him in, Song Yonghe scolded a in his heart, but he didn't want to really involve them, so he just laughed and said, "I don't care."
"That being the case, I'll call you that later."
Wei Chen finished speaking, glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's unwavering look, and chuckled and stopped speaking.
He did jealous of Xiao Yuanmu's inexplicable sense of danger, but it did not mean that he would shrink back and timid. At least his family and the education he received did not allow him to run away from fear. On the contrary, what he did best was to know how to overcome difficulties The more challenging he is, the more he likes it.
After returning home, Song Zhenghe and Xiao Yuanmu returned to their respective rooms.
After returning to the room, Song Yonghe started to continue with the design drawings that were not completed before, halfway through, and suddenly remembered what the system didn't say when eating, and couldn't help asking: "God, what did you say that Xiao Yuanmu was wrong? 】
The system responded quickly: [I'm not sure for the time being, it hasn't been detected yet. I'll tell you when it's detected. 】
Song Xunhe nodded indifferently, and focused his attention on his paintings.
Time passed quickly, and by the time Song Song and looked up, there was no light outside the window, and the moon was hanging high.
He glanced at the time, only to find that it was more than eight o'clock in the evening. It was too early for dinner, and he didn't feel anything at all. When he thought about it, his stomach called.
Song Yonghe suddenly thought that Xiao Yuanmu's injuries were not good, so it was impossible to cook dinner, but he was so hungry now that it would take so long for another person to deliver the meal. It was better to do it by himself.
[Are you serious, brother? 】
After Song Yanhe walked into the kitchen, the sound of the system sounded in his mind.
He looked at the recipe on his phone and asked: [Do you look at me like a joke? 】
The system no longer speaks, Song Yehe also looked at the recipe quietly, and wanted to turn in a simple and nutritious dish that also reflected the cooking skills.
Fifteen minutes passed and Song Yehe couldn't find it.
He rummaged through the cabinet, took out the instant noodles that he put into the shopping cart when he was shopping with Xiao Yuanmu last time, got up and ignited the water, he was about to tear the instant noodles, and suddenly thought of something, he asked: "Can the sick person eat instant noodles?"
The system checked and replied: [It is best not to eat. 】
Song Yanhe looked at the instant noodle packaging, and was still singing about the empty city plan. He could only pull out his mobile phone and make an order for the meal, and then continued to cook the noodles.
He didn't have a large meal, but one packet of instant noodles was definitely not full, so he dropped the two packets together. When the instant noodles came out of the pot, he could hardly wait to go to the restaurant with the instant noodles.
However, as soon as he turned around, Song Yuanhe saw Xiao Yuanmu standing in the dining room looking at the kitchen, and his sight fell on the instant noodles in his hands.
Although I knew that the patients were not good at eating instant noodles, but after thinking about it, Song Minhe asked politely, "Do you eat?"
"eat."
The two sat at each side of the table, and the pot for instant noodles was placed in the center of the table. One person placed a bowl in front of them, raised the noodles with chopsticks, and put them in the bowl to eat.
Two packs of instant noodles were eaten by two men. Even if they both ate swan, it was just a matter of chopsticks, so within a few minutes, the instant noodles were eaten clean.
As soon as Xiao Yuanmu lowered his chopsticks, he found the opposite sight. He lifted his eyes slightly, and met Song Yan and his clear eyes, and saw that he did not flicker, squinting at the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. .
Xiao Yuanmu looked at him lightly, waiting for him to speak.
However, after waiting for half a minute, Song Yehe didn't seem to want to speak, just looking at his eyes was not as bright as before, it seemed a bit lost.
He was a little puzzled, but he was not interested in digging into it. Although he wanted to know why Song Yun was completely different from his previous memories, he didn't want to focus on his emotions. What he wanted to know was just the cause The reason for the memory difference.
Therefore, Xiao Yuanmu looked away with almost no hesitation, and when he was about to get up, a picture emerged in his mind—Song Yunhe's face was lifted from the tomato and egg face in front of her, her eyes were bright, with With a smile, he said to him, "It's delicious."
This is Song Xunhe, which is totally inconsistent with his memory, but it is the true Song Xunhe in his memory that blends with this life. Xiao Yuanmu does not know which one is the true face of Song Xunhe, but it is undeniable, Before he was born again, Xiao Yuanmu, who had not experienced everything at the age of 22, was sincere to Song Hehe.
"good to eat."
The voice came out of his throat, Xiao Yuanmu himself was a little surprised, but after seeing Song Yan and the eyes that suddenly lighted up, he seemed to be calm and uncontrollable.
Song Yanhe bent his eyes. Even if he pressed the corner of his mouth, he could feel his pride. He pretended to be indifferent: "In fact, it's just average. After all, this is my first time cooking."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced over the corner of his mouth, which was still under pressure, and he heard what he said when he just came down—can the sick person eat instant noodles?
I don't know if it is the cause of memory fusion, and the corners of his mouth can't help rising.
Song Yan and He just sent the bowls to the kitchen and heard the door bell, opened the door to take out the food, and said to Xiao Yuan in the living room: "I called for take-out, would you like something to eat?"
Xiao Yuanmu saw the name printed on the paper bag in his hand, and looked up at Song Yanhe as if he had just come down to call him with a cold expression, got up and followed him to the restaurant.
Sure enough, all of them are light dishes, and there is a cup of tube bone soup, you can tell who it was prepared for.
Looking at Xiao Yuanmu, it seems that there should be no deep-sighted look. Song Yunhe and a few sips got up and said, "Throw the kitchen after you eat, and I'll go up first."
After waiting for Xiao Yuanmu to answer, he left the restaurant and went upstairs.
Xiao Yuanmu continued to eat dinner slowly, took the takeaway into the kitchen after eating, opened the bin to look at it, and found the thick and dark object inside. Take a closer look, it seems that the rice has been added with water.
He glanced around and saw the eggshells on the cooktop and half of the meat cut on the sticky plate. Looking at the appearance of the meat, it didn't look like it was just cut. He shifted his eyes and landed in a sink On the pot, there are white rice and yellow eggs stuck in the pot, which are similar to the brown objects in the trash can.
If he didn't guess wrong, this should be-porridge?
Song Yehe received a call just after taking a shower. University classmates invited him to the opening reception of the studio. This student was not so familiar in the memory of the original owner, but this reception was a node in the plot.
So when he asked for it, he agreed without hesitation.
Hanging up the phone, Song Yehe casually wiped her hair and was ready to sleep. Before reaching the bedside, she heard a knock on the door.
Song Zhehe stood still and looked a little embarrassed at the door. There are only two people in the house. Who can knock on the door now?
However, Xiao Yuanmu had never voluntarily knocked on his door before. In their private space, they can be said to be very acquainted with the well water.
At this time, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly knocked on the door. What was he planning to do?
It is estimated that Song Yan and here have not been ringing, Xiao Yuanmu ’s knocking on the door stopped, and Qing Ye ’s voice rang from the door. Even across the door panel, it also had a string-like magnetic lowness:
You can help Do I apply medicine? "
Song Yan and his expression changed slightly, frowning at the log room door for a while, and finally walked up.
The door opened, Xiao Yuanmu handed the bandage to Song Yihe, and said, "It's not convenient for me to take medicine on my left hand, and it's troublesome for you."
Song Yonghe took the bandage, turned to walk to the room, and stopped by the sofa: "Sit down and wait for me."
Xiao Yuan Mu bowed his head. When he saw Song Yehe leaving the room, he slowly got up and looked around the room's furnishings. His eyes fell on the desk in the study room, and there seemed to be something on it.
He walked straight forward, paused a few steps away from the desk, and saw a sketchbook spread out on the table with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
The opened sketchbook is a sketch of a man's face. Although the strokes are simple, the shape and spirit are grasped very accurately. As long as the person who has seen him can recognize the man painted on paper at a glance.
The author has something to say: Song Songhe: Is it the loss of morality or the loss of humanity, the young man broke into the same-sex room in the middle of the night and did such a thing ...
Xiao Yuanmu: If you like, you can do whatever you want.
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