After breakfast, Jiang Yiyu was picked up by the team.

Song Shengsheng originally planned to ask Song Ming what he was going to do today, but before she sent the message, she received a call from Song Ming.

Song Ming asked her if she was going to the set to see Jiang Yiyu today?

"No, there are too many people over there, and we will just cause more trouble if we go."

"Go ahead. You think he's all alone and has difficulty walking. If something really happens, there won't be anyone to support him."

Listening to Song Ming's earnest persuasion, Song Shengsheng couldn't help but want to laugh: "Brother, didn't you tell me yesterday that we didn't need to go at all?"

Song Ming cleared his throat on the other end of the phone. "Yesterday is yesterday, and today is today. Look how pitiful Jiang Yiyu is. He either walks with crutches or in a wheelchair. He has to work even with a broken leg. Song Shengsheng, think about what holiday we have now? Labor Day, right? Labor is the most glorious. Jiang Yiyu didn't even have Labor Day off. Shouldn't we go and visit him?"

"I don't think the person you really want to comfort is Brother Yiyu at all."

"Don't worry about who I want to comfort. Just tell me if what I say makes sense. Are you going or not?"

"No."

"Hey, you unlucky kid, why can't I talk to you? Open the door, I'll go in and talk to you."

Song Shengsheng smiled helplessly. She hung up the phone, walked to the door, opened it, and let Song Ming in.

Song Ming looked her up and down. "Why are you still wearing pajamas? Are you really not planning on going out?"

"Well, I don't plan to." Song Shengsheng took him to the living room. Song Ming sat down on the sofa and took the soda water Song Shengsheng handed him: "Go change your clothes quickly, and we will go find Jiang Yiyu later."

"I'm not going." Song Shengsheng folded his arms and sat down on the single sofa across from him, yawning: "We went to see it yesterday, and it turns out that it's really useless to go."

"Why is it useless? Jiang Yiyu is so happy to see you!"

"He's an actor, he needs to immerse himself in the role. How can he get into the working state when he sees me? Wouldn't this delay his filming progress? I won't go."

Song Ming was about to persuade him again, but Song Shengsheng understood and said, "Brother, you're not planning to go find Sister Wenjing under the pretext of taking me to see Brother Yiyu, are you?"

Song Ming was stunned: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just thinking about you." He unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water, trying to cover up the embarrassment of being exposed.

Song Shengsheng said, "Although I don't know much about Sister Wen Jing, she has been able to stay with Jiang Yiyu for so many years, which shows that her work ability and character should be good. She is also good-looking and has a cheerful personality." She looked at Song Ming and said, "It's not surprising that you liked her before."

"You think she's pretty good too, right?"

Song Shengsheng nodded: "It's pretty good, but why did you break up back then?"

"It's my problem..."

"So what are you thinking now? Do you want to continue playing around like she's your soulmate? Bro, I have no obligation to play such boring games with you. If you haven't made up your mind and are not sure if you really like her, I advise you not to bother her."

Song Shengsheng spoke seriously, and Song Ming looked at her and fell silent.

After a long while, he stood up and tugged at the hem of his suit: "Forget it, if you don't want to go out, then don't go out. I'll go out for a walk by myself."

"You're not still planning on going to the set, are you?"

Song Ming walked towards the door and waved at her: "Mind your own business."

…

When Jiang Yiyu came back that night, Song Shengsheng was sleeping. He sat down beside the bed, gently placed the crutch in his hand on the bedside table, and placed the paper bag of puffs in his hand beside the bed. Then he reached out and squeezed Song Shengsheng's slightly curled hand: "Shengsheng."

He called out several times before Song Shengsheng opened his eyes in a daze.

After a while, Song Shengsheng rubbed his eyes and turned on the desk lamp: "You're back."

"Well, dear, what are you sleeping like now?"

"I didn't sleep at noon, and I felt sleepy around five in the afternoon. I thought I would just take a nap for half an hour, but I ended up sleeping until now." Song Shengsheng yawned, "If you hadn't woken me, I probably would have slept until tomorrow morning."

"So impressive! It seems like our dear has been really hard-working these past two days." Jiang Yiyu reached out and pinched her face: "Get up, I bought some puffs."

Song Shengsheng sat up, and Jiang Yiyu handed her the paper bag: "I bought your favorite flavor with strawberry filling."

Song Shengsheng opened the paper bag and took out a long box from it. She put the paper bag aside, opened the box, took out a large puff, and took a bite: "Do you want to have a bite?"

Jiang Yiyu shook his head: "You will get fat."

Song Shengsheng stopped preparing to take a bite. She looked at Jiang Yiyu with wide eyes and said, "I'm afraid of getting fat too."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and reached out to wipe the cream off the corner of her mouth: "You just need to be happy and healthy. There's no need to be too restrained to be thin. Eat, a little fat is also cute."

"You really don't want to eat?"

"Well, go ahead and eat it. I see you're quite happy eating it." Jiang Yiyu withdrew his hand, lowered his head and gently twisted the butter on his fingertips: "My dear, are you leaving the day after tomorrow?"

"Well, the vacation is coming to an end." Song Shengsheng finished the puff in her hand and put the rest of the puff and the box on the bedside table: "Don't be sad, you can go home next month."

"I seem to have a little separation anxiety." Jiang Yiyu lowered his head and rubbed his palms: "I've gotten used to having you around. If you leave the day after tomorrow, I'll be alone again."

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