Song Yan tilted his head in his direction.

"That's it..." Yan Zhuo closed his eyes and continued: "Drinking too much caffeine in coffee will make you addicted. If you can't control it and always want to drink it, it is probably because you are already addicted."

Song Yan paused and asked him, "Do you think I'm addicted?"

"No, isn't it?" Yan Zhuo said. He thought: You can drink so much without being addicted? And this coffee he drank, so unpleasant.

"No," Song Yan suddenly slowed down, "I'm not addicted."

It was the first time he spoke so softly, which made Yan Zhuo unexpected. He suddenly had the idea of ​​indulging, Song Yan would let him drink if he liked it, as long as he was happy. But this is just a perceptual thought after all. From a rational point of view, Song Yan must drink coffee in moderation in order to be healthy.

So Yan Zhuo suggested, "I still think you should drink less."

After Yan Zhuo finished speaking, the room was silent for a while. Just when he thought Song Yan would not respond, Song Yan gave a soft "um" and murmured, "It would be great if it was just an addiction."

Chapter 10

With Christmas approaching, colorful decorations are hung in almost every corner of the whole courtyard.

Yan Zhuo shook the bell in his hand, and said to Gao Hongming with a paralyzed face, "Can I refuse?"

Gao Hongming smiled slightly: "How do you feel?"

Yan Zhuo said, "I feel like I can."

"It feels wrong." Gao Hongming said, he patted Yan Zhuo's shoulder, "The organization trusts you, and you will complete this task well in a moment!"

Yan Zhuo looked at the sky speechless, he didn't need this kind of trust.

Nursing homes hold some small events every Christmas. For example, last year, they held a mahjong king contest, and the winner was the latest mobile phone. This year, the leaders handed over this arduous task to Yan Zhuo and let him plan. Yan Zhuo felt a headache because of his decision. He and the grandparents in the nursing home were separated by a generation gap of the Milky Way. He didn't know how to prepare at all.

Without a clue, Yan Zhuo sighed aside. When he sighed for the fifth time, Xu Yue asked him, "Is it so difficult?"

Yan Zhuo nodded and explained, "It's very difficult, because every year this group of people in the sanatorium has high expectations for such activities. If the activities are not arranged well and do not meet their expectations, they will continue to talk about it for half a year..."

Xu Yue: "So exaggerated?"

Yan Zhuo shrugged, he didn't exaggerate, he was completely telling the truth.

Xu Yue was used to being talked about by her grandmother, an old lady couldn't handle it, a group of elderly people... That scene was terrifying to think about.

Xu Yue encouraged: "Then you can do it well, and the future will be bright if you do it well."

"..."

Yan Zhuo smiled, thank you.

Xu Yue was amused by the way he smirked, and joked, "Then if you really don't want to do this plan, how about leaving it to me?"

Yan Zhuo asked, "Do you want to pick up?"

Xu Yuecan smiled: "I'm okay, I just came here and I have nothing to do and I just have nothing to do. Don't you just don't want to take this task? I'll take it, isn't it just right?"

Although Yan Zhuo was reluctant to this arrangement, he was not one to evade responsibility, so he refused: "Thank you, but forget it."

Xu Yue said: "Are you afraid to trouble me? Don't worry, it's not troublesome at all, I'm just bored."

Yan Zhuo shook his head: "I'm afraid you will be under pressure. If they are not satisfied then, have you thought about the consequences you will face?"

Xu Yue pouted: "You don't believe in my ability?"

Her tone suddenly dropped, and Yan Zhuo was afraid of her misunderstanding, so he quickly said, "No, I think—"

Xu Yue interrupted him: "Then you just believe me!"

She said so, what else could Yan Zhuo say, he could only say: "I believe..."

Xu Yue instantly became cheerful.

"Then leave it to me!"

Yan Zhuo hesitated, and after a while he nodded: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you. After I'm done, I'll invite you to dinner."

"Okay." Xu Yue said.

Yan Zhuo said that when he handed it over to Xu Yue, he really gave it to her. It was not until Christmas Eve that he remembered and asked Xu Yue what he had prepared.

Xu Yue was busy at the time, so she didn't have time to elaborate, so she said casually, "You'll find out at night."

Fine. Kind of mysterious.

Yan Zhuo was too lazy to be curious. He casually put the record book on the front desk and went through the rooms one by one.

When the notification reached Song Yanchang, he rejected him, "I won't go."

Yan Zhuo had already made psychological preparations. He came to inform Song Yan just by chance, what if Song Yan had a convulsion?

It is normal for Song Yan to refuse, but to agree is purely a perverted incident, which is not in his consideration.

Yan Zhuo said very happily: "Okay, then I'll go first, and I have to inform others."

There are five floors in the inpatient department, and there are double rooms from the third floor up, so he notified him quickly.

In less than 20 minutes, he had all notified in place.

The activity started in the evening, and almost the whole hospital went to join in the fun. The usually empty auditorium became lively in an instant.

space

have become cramped.

Rows of square tables are neatly arranged, and there are meals that can be picked up in the distance.

Yan Zhuo praised Xu Yue: "Your plan is good."

Xu Yue smiled: "Better yet to come."

Yan Zhuo was curious, he wanted to know what was going on.

After a while, when the stage began to perform, Yan Zhuo saw the "best" in her mouth.

The mime actors on the stage were very funny, causing the audience to laugh.

But Yan Zhuo couldn't smile, he thought: Fortunately, Song Yan didn't come. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable. If...if Song Yan was here tonight, then this show would be too unfriendly to him!

Yan Zhuo glanced at Xu Yue, who was concentrating on watching the show. After thinking for a moment, he patted Xu Yue on the shoulder and whispered, "Come out with me."