"good."
Jiang Yiyu raised the corner of his lips, hummed, and his tone returned to his usual relaxed and natural tone: "Eat quickly, it will be cold soon."
"You really don't want to eat?" Song Shengsheng picked up the chopsticks again: "I bought two servings of rice."
Jiang Yiyu looked in the direction of her finger and shook his head: "No, I haven't been to the gym recently. If I eat too much, I'll suffer again later."
Song Shengsheng didn't know whether what he said was true or not, he just felt that the rice in his bowl suddenly didn't taste good anymore.
At two o'clock in the morning, after Song Shengsheng fell asleep, Jiang Yiyu gently pulled back his arm that was resting on her head. He opened the quilt and got out of bed. He walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa. He opened the drawer of the coffee table, took out a cigarette box, poured out a cigarette, and lit it.
He took a deep breath, opened his phone, and sent a message to Song Ming: How do you usually coax girls?
After sending it, he added another word: Urgent!
More than twenty minutes later, Song Ming replied to him: Are you sick and not sleeping in the middle of the night?
Jiang Yiyu was speechless. He typed a line of words, deleted it, deleted it, and typed it again, but in the end he never sent it out.
Finally, Song Ming asked, "What's wrong with you? Did you make my sister angry?"
Jiang Yiyu: Yes.
Song Ming: What's wrong with you? Song Shengsheng is so tolerant of you, but you can still make her angry. Jiang Yiyu, you are quite capable!
Jiang Yiyu: It’s a long story. Just tell me what I can do to make her happy.
Song Ming was typing for a long time and sent a message: When I made her angry before, I told her, "Next time I will take you to see Jiang Yiyu", and then she would no longer be angry.
Jiang Yiyu took another puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a string of white smoke: What is there about me that is worthy of her liking?
Song Ming: Everyone has their own preferences. Why don’t you ask rabbits why they like carrots?
Jiang Yi Yu fell silent. He did not reply to Song Ming. He just smoked quietly and watched the light on the phone screen gradually dim.
…
The next morning, when Song Shengsheng woke up, Jiang Yiyu was no longer around. After washing up, she came out of the bedroom and saw Jiang Yiyu wearing an apron and carrying a pot of porridge. He came out of the kitchen and smiled when he saw her, "Wake up, dear. Come over and have dinner."
Song Shengsheng felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, but she nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
Jiang Yiyu poured her a bowl of porridge and said, "Eat something first. I'll make you something delicious at noon."
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