"You," Song Yan said, "you are really unlucky." After he finished speaking, he laughed.

Yan Zhuo saw that he was gloating at his misfortune, and for some reason he took the courage from his heart, stretched out his hands to grab his neck, and threatened, "Say it again!"

"Don't make trouble." Song Yan tilted his head and warned him, "Put your hands down."

"Oh." Yan Zhuo put his hand on his lap honestly.

Song Yan asked, "Are your feet okay?"

"Not good..." Yan Zhuo looked at his swollen ankle and laughed at himself: "You once, I once, we are pretty destined."

"what?"

"Wait your feet."

Song Yan was speechless, his head full of black lines.

Maybe it was because his expression changed too quickly, Yan Zhuo giggled to himself for a while, and then said seriously, "I'm sorry."

The apology came suddenly, and Song Yan didn't respond immediately. When he reacted, Yan Zhuo continued to say half-jokingly, "Since I met you, I seem to have been saying sorry. At first, I thought it would be okay to hear you say it, but now it doesn't matter. Anyway... I'm thick. Face, after making a big mistake and stalking you, I don't believe you can push me away."

He was too easy to make mistakes in front of Song Yan, and would always offend Song Yan unintentionally. But on the other hand, there is no way for him to change at present, unless he is far away from Song Yan.

These remarks were a bit sloppy, and Song Yan listened to it abruptly.

Although he couldn't see Yan Zhuo's face, and he didn't even know what the person in front of him looked like, at this moment, he was able to draw a stubborn, unreasonable and rogue expression in his mind and vaguely see the outline.

It's an amazing thing.

After a while, Qin Xiao came from next door with medicine and spray in his hand.

Yan Zhuo was slightly surprised to see her, and asked, "How do you know that I have a sprained foot?"

Qin Xiao said, "Mr. Song called me and said."

Yan Zhuo let out an "oh", probably because Song Yan called him when he went to the front desk to find someone. He couldn't help but glance at Song Yan who was sitting on the sofa, a little pleased.

Song Yan is a contradictory body, sometimes indifferent, sometimes very warm, which makes people love and hate.

Qin Xiao put things down, looked at his feet, and said, "It's nothing serious. It's similar to Mr. Song's situation at the time. You can just take care of yourself the way you took care of Mr. Song at that time."

Yan Zhuo nodded: "Excuse me."

Qin Xiao snorted: "Take care of your injuries. You can even kowtow when you come out to play. You see your down jacket is dirty, like you had a fight with someone else."

"..."

She really said it.

Yan Zhuo laughed dryly and passed by.

Before going to bed at night, Yan Zhuo deliberately put a pillow under his feet, for fear that he would accidentally touch his ankle in the middle of the night and cause the pig to cry.

The next morning, it was just dawn. Yan Zhuo was suffocated by urine and was a little anxious to go to the toilet. As soon as his right foot landed, he fell back on the bed with an "ah".

He forgot his ankle sprain.

Song Yan had been awake for a while, lying on the bed wondering what he was thinking, he heard the movement and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I want to go to the toilet," Yan Zhuo said. "Can you help me, I'm anxious."

"..."

Song Yan lifted the quilt and groped to get up. When he helped Yan Zhuo, he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "You are really not polite at all."

Yan Zhuo was already very embarrassed, and when he heard what he said, he simply "cut" and said, "You forgot how I took care of you last time when you slashed your foot. As a human being, remember to be grateful."

OK, thanks. Song Yan kept taking Yan Zhuo to the toilet and said, "I'll wait for you at the door."

Yan Zhuo looked at him impatiently, and said in his heart that it was really embarrassing. After the quick solution, he didn't want Song Yan to help him.

But Song Yan was waiting at the door, and as soon as Yan Zhuo opened the door, he took the initiative to help Yan Zhuo.

"You are... quite active." Yan Zhuo said.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and said displeasedly, "Why, you're only happy when I'm a white-eyed wolf?"

"No no no..." Yan Zhuo shook his head and turned into a rattle. He was quite enjoying Song Yan like this.

Maybe Song Yan felt a little guilty for him too. Yan Zhuo thought.

At 8:00 sharp, the return bus stopped at the entrance of the hotel on time.

When passing the hall, the little girl at the front desk suddenly ran over to him yesterday and said, "The drunk man woke up yesterday and just went to the bathroom. He even asked about you and said he wanted to apologize to you."

Song Yan was taken aback: "Drunk? Apologize?"

"Thank you! Thank you!" Yan Zhuo glanced at Song Yan, and quickly said to the front desk, "Miss, you heard it wrong, what can he apologize to me for..." The more he said, the more guilty he felt, and the last few words Like a mosquito.

The little girl at the front desk frowned and whispered, "No." The fat man clearly said that he was apologizing, and he also said that drinking too much could easily make a big mistake and was almost beaten to death.

"You must have heard it wrong." Yan Zhuo continued to brainwash her and said, "I'll leave first if I have something to do, and I don't need to thank you. Tell that fat man to drink less alcohol in the future. If you drink too much, you will die."

When he finally said that word, Yan Zhuo's expression suddenly became very serious. The little girl was startled and nodded.

It was difficult for Song Yan to help Yan Zhuo because he couldn't see, they were the last to get on the bus. As soon as Yan Zhuo got in the car, he couldn't wait to ask: "How is it, how many places did you win in the competition?"

Xu Yue said, "The third prize."

Yan Zhuo bumped Song Yan with his elbow when he heard this, and repeated it with a smile: "The third prize~"

"heard it."

After driving for a while, Yan Zhuo became drowsy. He was sitting next to Song Yan on the return trip, just like the seat he had come in, so he slammed his head on Song Yan's shoulder as soon as he lowered his head.

"Why do you feel sleepy as soon as you get in the car?" Xu Yue was sitting in the front row and turned her head to see this scene, and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Uh..." Yan Zhuo said, "I slept well."