"What a coincidence! I have a little money too. We can pool our money and invite a few more. Jiang Yiyu, just thinking about this kind of ordinary life makes me feel so happy. Let's just live like this together."
Jiang Yiyu frowned slightly: "My dear, I understand what you are saying, but there are things I must do. For the rest of my life, if Jiang Yuan can sleep peacefully for one more day, it will be my fault."
"I'm not trying to persuade you, I just ask you not to hurt yourself."
"I know. Next year during Qingming Festival, I will take you to see your mother."
"Will you tell me about her?"
"Yes, if you want to listen."
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In mid-June, Jiang Yiyu happily told Song Shengsheng that he had finally removed the plaster on his leg, and the doctor said he was recovering well.
In the video, if Xiao Chen and the bodyguard hadn't stopped him, he would have even planned to run a few steps in the hospital corridor for Song Shengsheng to see.
Finally, Song Shengsheng watched him being supported by two 1.9-meter-tall burly bodyguards with an unconvinced look on his face and forced into a wheelchair. He also saw Xiao Chen standing beside him with his hands on his hips, scolding him.
Seeing him drooping his head and looking rebellious, Song Shengsheng couldn't help but laugh out loud. Jiang Yiyu looked at the phone screen, shrugged at her, secretly pointed at the bodyguard beside him, and whispered, "When I finish filming this time, I want to become a big guy like this. Don't you think it's cool?"
"It's cool, but it's not suitable for you. Be careful, even if you become good at it, your acting career will be ruined."
"Then it's only natural to be a jerk at home." Jiang Yiyu said nonchalantly, but the next second, he turned the camera, and Song Shengsheng saw Xiao Chen staring at him with dissatisfaction. Jiang Yiyu laughed and said, "My goodness, I feel like if I say a few more unprogressive words, this friend will pull out her 40-meter sword and chop me up."
"This isn't a feeling, it's a fact. Okay, I'm done talking to you now. I still have a few pages of documents to read."
"Why are you so busy?"
Song Shengsheng sighed and raised the paper in his hand: "You are almost done, and the final is coming soon for me. The professor just returned my paper yesterday, and now I have no idea where to start revising it. I am worried."
Jiang Yiyu also sighed with her: "I won't write it anymore, just put it aside and I'll help you write it when I get back."
Song Shengsheng laughed and said, "Forget it. When you come back, the academic garbage I created will really become garbage."
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