Cui Yulong: "?"

Song Yan: "I can't tell that I hate you."

"You..." Cui Yulong wanted to retort, but he couldn't make up his mind, so he turned his head and glanced at Jiao Jingwei.

After all, it was someone she brought with her. Jiao Jingwei still had to protect her. She said softly, "Song Yan, why are you making troubles? What can't we discuss?"

"There's nothing to discuss. You should know that the studio is not mine alone."

Song Yan's words contained some accusations and warnings, but they didn't save her face at all. Jiao Jing was slightly embarrassed and said, "But Meng Cheng hasn't—"

"Not for sale," Song Yan interrupted her, "Go out."

The two did not move.

A few seconds later, Cui Yulong said: "You really think of yourself as a person, you are so stubborn and so arrogant. I saw it when I came here, this nursing home is full of old ladies and old men, what's the matter, you have to go ahead Enjoy your retirement. To put it bluntly, your self-care ability is not as good as these old people now—”

"Cui Yulong!"

Jiao Jing shouted angrily.

Cui Yulong saw that her face was not very good, and he didn't dare to say anything, and put a fork to his mouth.

Jiao Jing calmed down slightly, and then said to Song Yan indifferently, "You will pay."

Her tone was very certain, as if she had seen Song Yan's ending.

Most of the students at the time chose his studio because of Song Yan's living brand, but now Song Yan can no longer teach, and another partner has passed away because of an accident.

The studio has been closed and closed for many days, and if it is not resold, it will only lose money in the end.

It's a pity that Song Yan turned a deaf ear to her words, and even ignored them. He raised his chin expressionlessly towards the door, signaling them to get out.

There is no need to continue the conversation here.

Cui Yulong was about to explode with anger at Song Yan's attitude, he said to Jiao Jingwei, "I'll wait for you outside." Then he walked away.

Jiao Jing nodded slightly, and she looked at Song Yan quietly.

Looking at her former lover.

Once upon a time, she was intimate with the man in front of her, but now she is indifferent and distant, not even an acquaintance.

Before leaving, Jiao Jingwei couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Song Yan, at this point, you are still so idealistic, I would like to see how much your face is worth."

Not much speculation.

Song Yan was too lazy to care about her.

Jiao Jing was even more angry when he didn't hear a response. "Sooner or later you'll see reality," she said.

Yan Zhuo never knew that the soundproofing of the bathroom was so poor, and all the conversations outside could clearly reach his ears.

He leaned against the door, his chest heaving slightly.

After a long time, he heard Song Yan's cold voice from outside: "I haven't come out after listening for so long, do you want me to invite you?"

Yan Zhuo opened the door, walked to Song Yan, lowered his head, bit his lip, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen to you."

Song Yan turned his back to him, didn't speak, and didn't mean to blame him.

alone? lonely? sad? sorrow?

neither.

Yan Zhuo didn't even know how to describe Song Yan's back. This was even more sad than the first time he saw Song Yanchang.

Yan Zhuo suddenly clenched his fist angrily, and a small flame rose in his heart, the more it burned, the more prosperous it became.

He ran out of the house angrily.

Yan Zhuo happened to meet Xu Yue in the corridor, she was holding a cup of milk tea and drinking happily.

Yan Zhuo stopped her: "Lend me your milk tea, and I will return you two cups later."

He didn't say why or what to do. Xu Yue didn't ask, just said yes, and handed him the milk tea.

Yan Zhuo chased out with the milk tea.

Cui Yulong and Jiao Jing were walking very slowly, and Yan Zhuo saw them after a while.

He followed behind, and the back of the hand holding the milk tea was faintly tinged with blue veins.

It wasn't until they reached a secluded path fifty meters away from the gate, when no one was around, that Yan Zhuo knew that his chance had come.

He tore off the milk tea cover, ruffled his hair, walked directly behind them, and patted Cui Yulong on the shoulder: "Hey—"

Cui Yulong looked back in confusion.

Yan Zhuo smiled, raised his hand, and poured all the milk tea on his face.

In an instant, Cui Yulong became a chicken with pearl milk tea.

Cui Yulong was furious: "Are you so sick?"

Yan Zhuo started his performance and stammered, "You...why do you have such a stinky mouth and are so ugly, woo woo woo, it's terrible."

"..."

Cui Yulong got even more angry and roared, "Don't force me to slap you."

Jiao Jing stopped him slightly, pointed at Yan Zhuo and said, "Don't be impulsive, didn't you realize that he is not a normal person?"

After all, this is a nursing home, and it is not surprising that there are some abnormal people.

Seeing this, Yan Zhuo cried even louder.

"Mental illness?" Cui Yulong scolded "grass" secretly, and then said, "It's really his/mother's bad luck."

When Yan Zhuo heard this, he pretended to reach out and hit him again.

Cui Yulong was so frightened that he ducked back and almost stumbled. He steadied his footsteps and shouted around: "Is there anyone, a mental illness has run out of your hospital."

No one was around, and Yan Zhuo came to clean him up after he had picked a place.

After shouting for a long time, there was no staff, Cui Yulong glared at Yan Zhuo angrily.

Jiao Jingwei also frowned and stared at him, her delicate face full of disdain and disgust. She pulled Cui Yulong's arm and said, "Forget it, let's go, there's no need to be knowledgeable about sick people."

Yan Zhuo thought: You are sick.

As soon as they left, Yan Zhuo stopped fake crying, he stroked his hair, and returned to his normal identity.

Chapter 20 Panic

The takeaway was delivered very quickly, Yan Zhuo wanted to give Xu Yue two of the cups, but could not find anyone, so he had to share the milk tea with Zhao Hao and Xia Xin first.After dividing them up, he sent the milk tea to Song Yan again.Yan Zhuo knew that Song Yan didn't like things that were too sweet, so he ordered three-point candy for him.