Yan Zhuo also took care of Song Yanwei in the few days when Song Yanwei got his foot. It can be considered to understand his taste and know what he likes to eat, so he didn't ask any more.

When he arrived at the self-help area, Yan Zhuo's difficulty in making choices relapsed. After choosing from left to right, he didn't know what he wanted to eat. By the time he had picked out the food for two people and returned to their seats, everyone had already eaten.

Yan Zhuo silently reflected on his speed and put Song Yan's plate in front of him: "Eat it."

Aunt Xu in the banquet smiled knowingly when she saw it, and joked: "Xiaoyan is so good at taking care of people, whoever marries him in the future will enjoy happiness."

Yan Zhuo sat down and laughed dryly.

"By the way, does Xiaoyan have a girlfriend?"

Yan Zhuo didn't know why they could ask for their girlfriends from taking care of others, but they politely replied: "No..."

Aunt Xu: "Have you talked about it?"

"..."

Yan Zhuo stuffed a big meatball into his mouth and pretended to be speechless.

"Have you?" Someone asked.

Yan Zhuo was helpless: "No..."

"That's right, do you want us to introduce one to you?"

"Yes, yes, find one for Xiaoyan."

Being besieged by several old ladies, Yan Zhuo lost and retreated. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not joking with you, I'm serious." Aunt Xu said, "I have a niece who is very good-looking. It's good for her studies. Why don't you think about it."

Yan Zhuo never thought that someone would introduce him to a girlfriend, but he was not happy at all.

So he said honestly: "No, I don't need it."

"Ah……"

A chuckle came.

Yan Zhuo looked at Song Yan subconsciously, not knowing what was funny about his words, Song Yan was rarely pleased, and laughed twice.

Song Yan doesn't laugh often, but when he does laugh, it's very seductive. Yan Zhuo stared blankly at the curvature of his mouth, and was instantly bewitched.

What the person next to him said again, he didn't hear it in his head, but unconsciously said "um".

"Then it's good. She just happened to come to see me in a few days. Let's meet."

Meet?

What are you going to meet?

Yan Zhuo was frightened and shouted, "I haven't graduated from university yet, so it's too early to talk about this, I'm gone!"

Aunt Xu thought it was all right, but unexpectedly, he changed his mind when he turned around and said angrily, "Then what did you just say?"

Yan Zhuo whispered: "Well, it's not because of you."

"What?" Aunt Xu didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing," Yan Zhuo waved his hand and said firmly, "I'm not there."

"Alright, alright, little brat," Grandma Yang said, but she couldn't help but complain, "Don't think that you are an angel, and no one will despise you."

He was wronged, he didn't say that he was an immortal, but just introduced the object, which he instinctively rejected.

Yan Zhuo felt that he had become a Tang monk and was caught in Pansidong. A group of old ladies in Pansidong wanted to stuff him with girlfriends, and if he stayed longer, he would be allergic to aunts in their 50s and 60s in the future.

Yan Zhuomaliu finished eating, and before he left, he did not forget to take away another man on the field.

He said, "Mr. Song, are you ready to eat, let's go together."

Song Yan nodded and left the table with him.

After they left all the way, Yan Zhuo said with emotion: "It's really terrible. What introduction should I introduce, this handsome guy is still young."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it right with you?"

What's the meaning?

Yan Zhuo glared at him: "Do I look so hungry?"

"No?" Song Yan pointed to his lips, hinting at yesterday's kiss.

It really is a pot that cannot be opened without mentioning.

The atmosphere that had just returned to the joyous moment disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a subtle atmosphere.

Yan Zhuo was mad inside, and explained incoherently: "I, I, I... It wasn't intentional, it was an accident, a coincidence that couldn't be more coincidental."

Blame him for his unsatisfactory feet. He insisted on fighting left and right, causing him to fall out of the current situation.

"Can you leave it alone?" Yan Zhuo said.

Song Yan didn't say good or bad, and said with a cold face: "It's really fresh in my memory."

What happened just yesterday is still fresh in my memory... Yan Zhuo didn't dare to refute, pursed his lips, and asked, "Are you particularly concerned, especially... disgusted?"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Song Yan again. After waiting for a long time for Song Yan to answer, Yan Zhuo was puzzled, and he looked up at Song Yan.

This glance, without warning, hit Song Yan's eyes.

Song Yan couldn't see him, but he could feel his gaze.

Song Yan said, "No." He licked his lips: "It tastes good."

They walked to the door of 108, Song Yan pushed open the door, the light passed through the crack of the door and shone on his face, and there was a mocking smile on his mouth.

Full of ridicule.

Yan Zhuo is going crazy again.

Crazy is not crazy.

In the end, Yan Zhuo's only remaining sense of reason dragged him back to the world of reason. He pretended not to hear anything, and said to Song Yan without changing his face, "I've been a little deaf recently. I'll come back to you when it's healed."

Song Yan sneered at his nonsense: "In the next life."

Then he pushed the door and shut Yan Zhuo outside.

next life?What happened next life.

Yan Zhuo touched the bridge of his nose, which almost knocked on the door, with a blank expression on his face.

Chapter 19 Performance

Yan Zhuo roughly estimated that it would take a week to complete the Angel Wall project. Zhao Hao and Xia Xin both lived in the urban area, and it took a long time to go back and forth every day, which was too inconvenient, so Yan Zhuo simply applied for a dormitory for them.

After the three met, they first found some wall drawings on the Internet, added some of their own designs, and started construction.

After the start of work, Yan Zhuo remembered that there was another person, and asked, "Isn't there another person, why didn't you come today?"

Zhao Hao said: "Zheng Yi, he has something to do at home today and come back tomorrow."