"unnecessary."
Song Yansheng coldly refused.
Without even glancing at it, he walked straight to the bedside.
"I need to rest now, Miss Su, please leave."
They've given you the boot.
Su Xiaoling pouted in dissatisfaction. Why is it always like this?
Does this person not like pretty girls?
Doesn't he like her, who is so lively, cute, innocent, and beautiful?
Having been in the entertainment industry for a long time, Su Xiaoling isn't someone who's easily hurt; naturally, she's quite thick-skinned.
"Of course I can leave, but you have to accept these things, drink the porridge, and don't throw anything away."
She raised her chin, her attitude firm.
It's okay if I don't like her for now; it's good to accept her things.
Song Yansheng frowned, his fair and handsome face turning towards the window.
"I don't need these things."
His tone was cold and he showed no respect for the person at all.
Su Xiaoling seemed to know he was going to refuse, so she plopped down on his hospital bed, tilted her head back, and stared at his profile: "Then I won't leave."
Song Yansheng: "..."
That's incredibly shameless.
His thin lips were pressed tightly together, his fingertips were white, and there was a surge of emotions in his dark eyes, which he then skillfully concealed.
"good."
He seemed to agree reluctantly, his tone somewhat defeated.
Seeing that he had agreed, Su Xiaoling grinned and said, "Okay, you get some rest, I'll come again tomorrow."
Come again tomorrow?
Song Yansheng frowned. Wasn't his rejection obvious enough?
He didn't speak, nor did he look at her.
Su Xiaoling hummed a little tune, preparing to leave, but then, as if she had thought of something, she took a few steps back and stood in front of him.
She tilted her head slightly and looked at him.
"I recently released a single called..."
She paused, her beautiful eyes fixed on his handsome face.
He was very fair-skinned and handsome, with well-defined and flawless features. Even with a cold expression, he gave off a gentle feeling that made people feel sorry for him.
When she was stared at like that, Song Yansheng's upper eyelids trembled involuntarily.
He turned around somewhat awkwardly.
Su Xiaoling was secretly delighted. Goodness, this is what shyness looks like!
Her eyebrows arched, and her voice was ethereal and melodious: "I Like You"
Song Yansheng froze, and couldn't help but turn to look at her.
However, the person involved smiled and said, "The song is called 'I Like You.' You can listen to it if you're bored."
Song Yansheng slowly loosened her clenched fist, feeling somewhat helpless.
She did it on purpose.
Although Song Yansheng didn't react much, Su Xiaoling was still satisfied.
As for whether or not they will listen...
He'll listen, won't he?
Seeing that Su Xiaoling was about to leave, Yang Pu immediately said, "Goddess, I... I'll see you out."
"Let's go." Su Xiaoling smiled, in a good mood.
"Goddess, could you give me your autograph later? I really like you."
Yang Pu led Su Xiaoling out, and their voices gradually faded into the distance.
Song Yansheng stood still, looking at the things on the table.
As if possessed, I walked to the table and opened the insulated box.
He picked up the spoon on the table, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and put it in his mouth.
His brows furrowed slightly.
The taste wasn't very good.
Was it really made by hand?
He glanced casually at the other small items beside him: hand warmers, small potted plants, and even lollipops!
He smiled helplessly.
Then, he took out his phone and opened the music player.
Search for the song she mentioned.
Song Yansheng slowly drank the porridge in the thermos and looked at the cover of the song, which was her promotional photo.
A sense of warmth inexplicably filled my heart.
Her slender fingers touched the photograph, and she opened her mouth but didn't utter a sound.
I like you too.
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