Although he was still expressionless, he seemed calm from the outside, but if you look closely, you can tell his current state of mind from the slightly twitching forehead and the corners of his tightly closed lips.

How to describe it, it is probably like the boat capsized in the gutter, even with the boat and people, all fours turned upside down.

Chapter 18 Bewitched

At night, Yan Zhuo rarely lost sleep. He lay on the bed, thinking of that awkward kiss, the more he thought about it, the more awkward he felt.

He wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis with the quilt, twisted and twisted on the bed, twisted and twisted for a while, and suddenly stuck his head out of the quilt, with a flushed face under the messy hair.

He twisted himself hard.

The next day, Yan Zhuo sat in Gao Hongming's office with a bloodless face.

Because didn't sleep well the night before, people also seemed to have no energy.

Gao Hongming joked: "What did you do last night? Excessive indulgence on his face."

Yan Zhuo was stunned before saying, "Don't talk nonsense..."

He lowered his head, last night he dreamed of Song Yan. Although didn't dream of any 18-ban restricted-level picture, but under the premise of some things that have happened, it still makes people a little flustered. So he... was so frightened that he didn't sleep all night.

Gao Hongming stopped talking nonsense and began to discuss the business: "It's approaching the end of the year, does the Angel Wall need to be arranged?"

The Angel Wall is a large white wall in the front yard. There are no pictures on the wall, only twelve characters and just two sentences - the angels will come tonight, and the magic lamp will illuminate the earth.

Yan Zhuo asked, "How to arrange it?"

"New year, new atmosphere," said Gao Hongming, "Next year is the Year of the Pig, you can search for pictures on the Internet to see if there are any cute ones like little golden pigs, and then add small wings to them when you draw... …”

Gao Hongming talked incessantly about his thoughts, talking about things, saying what he thought of. Originally, Yan Zhuo hadn't slept well, but this time he became sleepy again and again, and he could fall asleep with a slight tilt of his head.

Gao Hongming patted the table in front of him and said loudly, "Yan Zhuo? Are you listening?"

Yan Zhuo Yuanshen returned to his place, embarrassed to say: "Listen..."

Listen to the fart, Gao Hongming doesn't believe it: "Come on, repeat it."

"..."

Sometimes Gao Hongming can be naive, but Yan Zhuo has become accustomed to it. He drooped his eyelids, and without any hesitation, repeated what Gao Hongming had just said word for word.

Gao Hongming patted him on the shoulder with a little relief: "You never disappoint me with the tasks assigned to you by the organization, right?"

Ah.

Shit. Yan Zhuo thought that every time Gao Hongming gave him a task, the old sow wore a bra, one set after another. What kind of organization is not organized, until now he has never seen a third person in the organization, and they have always been in single-line contact.

The Angel Wall is so big that it is almost impractical for Yan Zhuo to do all the work alone.

He suddenly thought of a few classmates, as well as Zhao Hao and Xia Xin. They also said last time they met that they could come to them and they would be happy to help.

But...would it be a little troublesome?

Yan Zhuo thought about the size of the Angel Wall for five seconds, and then decided to call Zhao Hao.

"Hey - Zhao Hao, I'm Yan Zhuo."

Zhao Hao said: "I know, rare guest."

Although Yan Zhuo was embarrassed, he was not polite, and said directly: "We have a wall to paint here, can you and Xia Xin help?"

He was embarrassed here, but Zhao Hao readily agreed, "Okay, Xinxin and I have nothing to do anyway. We will go together then. What time?"

Yan Zhuo thought for a while and asked, "Can you start the day after tomorrow?"

"Okay." Zhao Hao didn't hesitate.

Yan Zhuo was moved: "Thank you."

Zhao Hao: "You're welcome. Then instead of this, it's better for me to call more people. The more people there are, the more powerful it is, and the work is not too tiring."

Of course Yan Zhuo was happy and said, "Okay, I'll invite you to dinner then.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhuo relaxed for a while, but it was finally a trouble.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the inpatient department, walking briskly.

But when he got to the entrance of the inpatient department, he began to struggle again.

What if meet Song Yan?

Yan Zhuo is usually the one who would talk shit, but he was the first to admit it when he wanted to fight with real guns.

He recalled his pitiful emotional experience for more than 20 years, and remembered a scene from last night, and couldn't help shivering.

Forget it, he should calm down for two days, hide for two days, and after these two days have passed, everyone has forgotten about this matter, and it is not too late to have a cordial and friendly meeting.

Yan Zhuo escaped for the whole morning until noon.

At noon, everyone rarely gathered in a small restaurant. don't know what a good day it is today, but the nursing home prepared a buffet for everyone.

What do you want to eat, chicken, duck, fish, goose, seafood, fruits, desserts and drinks, everything.

Yan Zhuo glanced around and pinpointed Song Yan's figure on a certain table.

Song Yan was sitting with four old ladies. The four of them were chatting and poking their heads out. Song Yan got tired of hearing it, and slumped on the seat with a black face.

Yan Zhuo smirked and admired it for a while, then pretended to be passing by and naturally interjected, "What a coincidence, Grandma Yang."

Then he greeted each other one by one, and finally his eyes were fixed on Song Yan, his lips were raised but he didn't speak.

I don't know if Song Yan was still affected by what happened yesterday, anyway, his face is indifferent now, and he still has that face. There was no reaction at all because of Yan Zhuo's arrival.

Yan Zhuo moved a chair and sat beside him naturally, and asked, "What do you want to eat, I'll go get it."

After speaking, he despised himself again in his heart, he was really addicted to serving Song Yan.

However, Song Yan also had to be taken care of by someone in this situation. He couldn't see it, so how could he go to the table.

Song Yan thought for a while and said, "No seafood, anything else is optional."