【Brother Shi (? )】：?

A lonely question mark lies in the white dialog box.

Yu Ci frowned, thinking that Shi Jin didn't see clearly.

[Yuchi]: Your editor-in-chief.

Afraid that Shi Jin didn’t see it, he circled Wei Chan’s face in the picture with a red pen.

【Fish Pond】：【Picture】

The other end of the phone.

Shi Jin frowned slightly, looking at the pictures uploaded on WeChat with a puzzled look.

He recognized the person in the picture as Wei Chan, but...

Why did Yu Ci send him this photo?

Shi Jin pursed her lips, tapped the screen twice with her fingertips, and pressed send.

【时】: Therefore.

There was no reply from the other end of the phone.

Shi Jin put down his phone and picked up Xiao Hei who was begging for food beside his legs: "Are you hungry?"

Xiao Hei opened his pair of bright yellow eyes and meowed.

Shi Jin took out cat food from the kitchen and looked at Xiao Hei burying his head in the bowl, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

He washed his hands and opened WeChat.

[Yuchi]: Just reminding you, don’t be fooled by his gentle appearance.

After a while, another message came.

[Yu Chi]: He is not a good person, stay away from him.

Shi Jin was a little surprised.

but......

【Time】: He is my editor-in-chief.

The implication is that he cannot escape from the content of his work.

The "fish pond" above the dialog box turned into the other party typing.

“Crackle—”

Someone not far away knocked over a wine glass, and the exquisite wine glass fell to the ground, smashing into pieces.

Cheng Si took a moment to glance over there, then quickly turned back and asked, "You mean, you doubt your roommate's gender?"

Yu Ci turned his phone around, his eyes casually falling on the wine glass in front of him: "Well, I always feel something is wrong."

"That's easy." Cheng Si looked at him and said, "Just ask directly. You have a mouth for asking questions."

"I asked." Yu Ci frowned, "He said he was a man."

Cheng Si didn't take it seriously: "That's it."

"He has already said that he is a man. You can't take off his clothes to check, right?"

After he finished speaking, he saw that Yu Ci's brows were still furrowed, and he was a little puzzled: "Why do you care so much about other people's gender? Does it matter to you whether he is a man or a woman?"

"He's just a roommate. Why do you care if he's a man dressed as a woman or a woman dressed as a man? We're not dating, so why are you so worried?"

Yu Ci pressed the phone and ignored him.

Cheng Si glanced at it from a distance, and above the dialog box there was the WeChat of the person with the note "Shi Gege (? )".

Okay, I’m sending WeChat messages to others again.

It's so sticky, he really doesn't believe that there is nothing wrong with it.

He shrugged, picked up the glass,

Yu Ci quickly put down his phone: "What did you just say?"

Cheng Si touched the earring in his right ear and smiled, "I say, you care so much about his gender, are you planning to have a relationship with him?"

Yu Ci paused.

The cold face of the young man in black appeared in his mind, with sparse eyebrows and a cold red mole.

He lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes hiding the look in his eyes, and his light-colored lips slightly parted:

——Do you want to date me?

Boom——

Yu Ci's heart skipped a beat.

He touched his nose and suppressed the inexplicable emotions: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yu Ci looked away, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip: "I suspect he has something to do with my mother."

The cold wine flows down the throat, and after the coolness, what remains is the burning sensation brought by the wine.

The confused emotions that had just surged up faded away, and Yu Ci put down his wine glass: "Anyway, I have to figure it out."

Is it related to Aunt Zhong?

Cheng Si was a little surprised this time: "You mean, you think he was sent by your mother to get close to you? The purpose is... uh——"

He thought for a moment, trying to find the right words: "Seduce you, make you fall in love and get married soon?"

After saying this, Cheng Si laughed first: "Not really, Aunt Zhong just wants you to get married sooner, it's so tiring to make it so complicated."

Yu Ci reached out and touched the tip of his nose, knowing that his guess was far-fetched.

But......

"There are too many coincidences."

"Oh?" Cheng Si looked at his childhood friend with interest: "What do you mean?"

Too many.

The first time they met at the door of the bar was because Xu Qian kept urging him to calm down.

It was Xu Qian who suggested finding a roommate.

They met at the airport later because Zhong Ling urged him to pick someone up.

After the recording of the program was finished, Zhong Ling called again immediately.

Another crucial point is that since Shi Jin moved in, except for the time when he was tricked into meeting Gu Qingyi at breakfast, Zhong Ling did not arrange any other blind dates for him.

You have to know that in the past, Zhong Ling could arrange five performances for him in a week in different ways.

But these are just his guesses.

Yu Ci frowned and was not in a very good mood.

Cheng Si was still waiting for his answer curiously.

Yu Ci glanced at him and spun his wine glass: "Just think I'm overthinking it."

Cheng Si stared at him suspiciously.

Yu Ci just let him look at her calmly.

Cheng Si didn't see any clues from his expression and changed the subject: "Do you know what happened to the Qin family recently?"

He didn't wait for Yu Ci to answer, and continued, "Mr. Qin's later years were really unstable. He only had one son and one daughter. The daughter ran away with a poor painter more than 20 years ago and has not returned to the Qin family yet."

"This son..." Cheng Si clicked his tongue twice: "You didn't see it. When the news of Young Master Qin's accident reached the Qin family, Old Master Qin's face turned pale."

"But it's no wonder. After all, Young Master Qin is different from us playboys. He is a real young master from a wealthy family and has helped Old Master Qin countless times."

"His death means the last pillar of the Qin family has collapsed. Mr. Qin's health is..." Cheng Si touched his chin: "But I heard that he seems to be looking for the young lady of the Qin family who ran away from home that year. Maybe he wants to bring her back to inherit the family business?"

"Perhaps."

Yu Ci was not very interested in this kind of news.

He swirled the glass out of boredom. The bright wine reflected the lights above his head, and the bright orange slices swayed up and down in the glass, floating up and down, just like human life.

Yu Ci stared at the orange slice floating up and down, raised his glass after a while, and drank the wine in the glass.

The spicy wine slid down my throat, and after the burning sensation, the fascinating herbal fragrance lingered on my tongue.

Cheng Si imitated him and drank the wine in the glass, but was choked by the spicy wine and frowned: "Cough, cough cough——"

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows and handed him a glass of water: "Your wine is strong, you can't drink it like this."

The cool water quenched the burning sensation in his throat. Cheng Si put down the cup and waved his hand with lingering fear: "Mortals like me really shouldn't try to compete with Brother Ci."

Yu Ci curled his lips and was about to speak.

“Buzz——”

The screen of the mobile phone placed aside lit up.

——

Shi Jin actually vaguely discovered that something was wrong with him.

Ever since I took a shower in the afternoon, I've been feeling weak in my hands and feet, and my head is heavy and I don't have much energy.

Perhaps because he is allergic to ultraviolet rays and has not been exposed to the sun much since he was a child, his resistance is quite poor and it is common for him to get sick every few days.

Shi Jin didn't take this matter seriously.

He looked through the medicine box but saw only an empty box of cold medicine capsules.

His lips were dry and the dull pain in his throat made him frown slightly, but his weak hands and feet made him lose some energy.

Besides, I just got back today and haven’t had time to change the water in the water dispenser in the living room.

Shi Jin threw the empty medicine tablet into the trash can, hastily changed into pajamas, and got into bed.

I don’t know how long I slept, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a few hours.

Shi Jin was awakened by a sudden dull pain in his stomach.

Perhaps it was because my irregular diet today had neglected my precious stomach, and my usually pampered stomach was clamoring for its dissatisfaction.

The small half bowl of porridge I had in the afternoon has been completely consumed. The calories it brought were not enough to make up for the emptiness left in my fragile stomach, and waves of acid began to surge up.

The sour gastric juice held up sharp spears and mercilessly attacked the stomach wall. The weak stomach was pierced with scars and could only try to retreat while gasping, which brought waves of convulsive pain.

Cold sweat wet Shi Jin's temples, and his nasal cavity felt like it was stuffed with a ball of cotton. The weakness brought by the cold left him without even the strength to press his aching stomach. He could only curl up weakly, trying to relieve some of the pain in this way.

The gastric juice, which had been dormant for a while, quickly came back after a rest. The sour gastric juice rushed straight to the throat. Shi Jin's throat tightened and he quickly got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

His weak body made it difficult for him to stand. Shi Jin leaned on the sink and vomited uncontrollably several times. However, the food in his stomach had already been consumed, and he only vomited out a few mouthfuls of sour gastric juice in vain.

He vomited so violently these times that he seemed to see faint stars in front of his eyes. His head felt heavy and his hair, wet with cold sweat, stuck to the sides of his face. His already fair skin was now even paler.

Shi Jin took two steps back until his back touched the cold wall. He released his strength, held his stomach and sat down.

Beads of sweat on his forehead slid down along the texture of his skin, and the slightly cool sweat streaked into his eyes, obscuring Shi Jin's vision.

He held his stomach and gasped for a few breaths, then recovered a little strength. He took out his cell phone from his pajamas pocket and dialed a number.

The phone rang a few times, but no answer came.

Shi Jin suddenly remembered that it was time to go abroad.

He pursed his dry lips and hung up the phone.

Perhaps because he had just vomited out a few mouthfuls of acid, his roaring stomach temporarily stopped fighting. He relaxed for a while, gathered some strength, and stood up by holding on to the door handle.

He leaned on the edge of the sink, bent over, scooped up some water to wash his face, and left the bathroom.

Shi Jin originally intended to go back to his room to rest.

But just as he walked out of the bathroom, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. His feet, which were weak due to the cold, became unstable. Before he fell, Shi Jin used his hands to support himself against the wall and barely managed to steady himself.

His frail body could not withstand all this torture, and he felt his vision becoming blurred.

While still conscious, Shi Jin opened WeChat and made a voice call.

"drop--"

The voice was heard only once.

"Hello?"

It’s connected.

The sigh of relief that had been weighing on my heart was completely relieved.

Before his consciousness fell into darkness, the corners of Shi Jin's lips curled up unconsciously.