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But Sister Yu guessed that he would definitely be scolded.

I don't want Cen Si to be a little surprised when he said "He offered to go in and see you".

Surprise then turned into panic:

"Then I..."

"Everything is sleeping normally." A Lang said.

"Can't you see anything?"

"It's nothing, it's just an infusion, which is similar to a normal severe cold patient."

Cen Si felt relieved: "That's good."

A Lang said exaggeratedly: "Fourth brother, he has been staring at you, he is very concerned."

"real?"

"Yes! He also bought porridge, but you let me drink it without waking you up..."

Cen Si lowered his head and laughed foolishly twice.

In fact, he already had guesses from what Jiang Shiye did in the scalp treatment hall.

Now the speculation is more and more confirmed.

He muttered slowly: "Sure enough, it's because I'm not in love, and I'm here to pretend like I'm okay."

"Huh? You say I'm still porridge?"

"No, I mean, that zombie is my former classmate from the sports school. He pretended to be a normal person and didn't recognize me."

"Hey, fourth brother, you are a star now..."

"Shouldn't celebrities get closer?"

"Ah, could it be that you two had a bad relationship before?"

Cen Si's inscrutable expression: "Go and ask him later, how is our relationship?"

So at this moment, Jiang Shiye was being sent to the ward by Sister Alangyou in a cohesive manner, while accepting a boring question: "How is your relationship with the old classmates of the fourth brother?"

"..." There is no emotion, only a grim expression.

Jiang Shiye replied with four words: "It's hard to say."

He approached the ward, unaware that Cen Si had already woken up, and even took a shower, and when he stepped in, he instinctively looked at the bed first.

When I didn't see anyone, I heard a low swish: "I'm a zombie here."

As soon as the voice fell, bang, the door of the ward closed.

Jiang Shiye felt as if he had entered the Pansi Cave.

He turned his head, only to see Cen Si lying lazily on the sofa, peeling oranges and eating them.A pair of long legs were hanging loosely on the sofa. After raising his eyelids and looking at him, he slowly moved his legs down.

Half of the sofa was vacated, and he lazily said:

"sit?"

"..."

Jiang Shiye's face suddenly ached.

It hurts to be slapped in the face.

The sick man he was talking to Lu Ou in a serious manner, now his face was so radiant that he owed it to him, the dying sculpture yesterday seemed to be just his imagination.

The disease healed too quickly...

He looked at the half of the sofa that Cen Si had vacated for himself, and the crease marks left by Cen Si's legs, the two long lines seemed to be staring at him.

With a sense of arrogance coming from nowhere, Jiang Shiye, who squeezed the bus all the way, said, "I'm too lazy to sit."

Cen Si smiled directly: "Okay, then you stand."

"..." Why are you being rude?

"You came to see me specifically, didn't you buy me porridge today?"

Jiang Shiye gave him a blank look: "I think too much, just do it once. And I didn't come here specifically to see—"

"Oh, by the way?" Cen Si interrupted with a smile, and peeled the orange, making a moist sound.

"No." Jiang Shiye said in a businesslike tone, "I want to get back the soup lunch box."

"What soup?" Cen Si just woke up for a while, and A Lang forgot to tell him that he didn't know about it, so he divided half of the peeled orange petals, raised his eyes and asked him, "Would you like to eat?"

Jiang Shiye shook his head: "Just the soup I brought you yesterday, the soup my friend gave you."

"Oh, I didn't drink any more after catching up on sleep yesterday. I'll make a show later and send it to you. Thank you, friend." Cen Si replied wholeheartedly, "Give me a napkin."

Jiang Shiye handed him the napkin almost reflexively.

Cen Si lowered his eyes and wiped his hands.

Jiang Shiye's heart tightened.

Cen Si's hands are beautiful, slender, and big, with slightly protruding veins, and the proportion of palms and fingers is harmonious, with a sense of strength unique to fencers.

Jiang Shiye stared at this hand, crumpled the slightly wet napkin, and slowly threw it into the trash can, inexplicably imitating the moment when the orange juice splashed in the clear knuckles.

But obviously there is no orange juice.He fantasizes about the juice overflowing from his big hand, which doesn't exist at all.

"Is this why you came here?" Cen Si asked him again.

Jiang Shiye came back to his senses.

He touched his nose.I don't know how to insinuate about the earphones, so I asked first, "No... I'll ask you a question."

As soon as he said to ask a question, Cen Si's eyes instantly became condensed.

He sat upright:

"Ask. What do you want to ask?"

He thought he would hear something like a question, but Jiang Shiye only said, "Yihai Music, do you know what company it is?"

"Yihai?" Cen Si frowned, he didn't know if he was a little more relaxed or a little disappointed, he speculated about the reason why this company appeared in Jiang Shiye's mouth, "Is it going to sign you? ... Or is it going to buy your songs?"

Jiang Shiye stared at him blankly, even forgetting to blink.

He didn't expect Cen Si to be so straightforward, without any foreshadowing.

Not to mention that Cen Si knew that he wrote the song a long time ago!

How could he know such a thing?

He suddenly had a self-covered

Vest

Feeling ashamed of being discovered by his rival, he was silent for a long time before he said in a confused language: "I want to buy a song, give—"

"Not for sale."

"Um?"

Cen Si faintly spit out four words: "I say not to sell."

The tone is tough and decisive.Willful and perverse energy.

Jiang Shiye is too familiar with this kind of energy, Cen Si was like this in the sports school, he has a domineering young master's temper, and he looks like "the whole world should listen to me".

Jiang Shiye thought that Cen Si's temperament was not so domineering, but the sudden recovery of his domineering tone made him feel a little uncomfortable.

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