She could neither tell him about the debut anniversary plans Wen Jing and the others had prepared for him, nor could she tell him that the reason she sent him out was, firstly, because she really wanted him to go out and have some fun, and secondly, because she wanted to leave herself some time to prepare a surprise for him.
Unable to say anything and unable to explain anything, Song Shengsheng felt for the first time that his mouth was so stupid.
Seeing that she kept saying "you" for a long time without being able to make any sense, Jiang Yiyu sneered in disappointment. Song Shengsheng leaned against the car window and looked at him, helplessly brewing her own words.
After walking on the road for about ten minutes, Jiang Yiyu parked the car in front of a bar owned by Song Ming. Because it was not dark yet and it was not yet business hours, there was no one in the bar except the staff and security guards.
After Jiang Yiyu got out of the car, he opened the door on Song Shengsheng's side. Song Shengsheng looked at him blankly: "What are you doing here?"
"Let's play. Don't you want me to come out and play? What's the point of playing alone? Let's play together."
"Ah? Brother Yi Yu, are you crazy?"
Jiang Yiyu ignored her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of the car. Then he slammed the door and threw the car keys to the security guard who was waiting on the side to help him park the car.
Song Shengsheng was pulled by him and walked straight into the bar.
As soon as I entered the door, the manager came up to me and said with a smile, "Mr. Jiang, Ms. Song, it's only five o'clock, we haven't opened yet."
Before Song Shengsheng could say anything, Jiang Yiyu said, "It's okay. We have plenty of time to wait until you open for business." He pointed to a private room on the second floor with a full-length glass wall. "That's it. I've booked it for today."
The manager looked up at the private room and said in embarrassment, "Mr. Jiang, it's booked today. How about you two try another room? The one next door is still vacant."
"If you don't want to change, then go there. The view there is good, and my wife likes it there." As he said this, he curled the corner of his lips and smiled at Song Shengsheng. Song Shengsheng frowned, tugged at his arm, and lowered her voice: "Let's go home and stop fooling around."
Jiang Yiyu ignored her: "Then who booked you today?"
"Lin Huan, Young Master Lin."
"That's great, it saves me from having to make an appointment with him. You lead the way, and we'll go up and wait for him."
"This... this is not good." The manager looked at Song Shengsheng for help.
Song Shengsheng squeezed Jiang Yiyu's arm and said, "Let's go next door. Brother Lin Huan might have a meeting with someone today. It's not convenient for us to be there."
"He was talking about something, what was he talking about? I'm afraid it was about love, just like us."
"Jiang Yiyu!"
Jiang Yiyu smiled and pointed to the stairs, saying to the manager, "Come on, lead the way, to the next door."
The manager nodded hurriedly and walked in front of them on the left to lead the way.
After entering the box, Jiang Yiyu ordered a few bottles of wine and a Coke for Song Shengsheng.
He took out a cigarette box from his pocket, crossed his legs, casually poured out a cigarette, bit it between his lips, and then pressed the lighter to light the cigarette.
Song Shengsheng sat across from him, frowning as he looked at him: "Don't be so angry, I'm scared."
"You care about how angry I am, but why don't you care when I stay out all night drinking with other women?"
"That's not true."
"Then what's true? Song Shengsheng, what's your truth? You said you've liked me for twelve years, that you care about me. Is that true? I don't ask much of you. I just want you to care about me, to control me, and to stay with me. The most I can ask of you is to love me a little more. Why is it so difficult?"
"ah?"
"What? You speak only interjections. You might as well not say anything."
Song Shengsheng lowered his head and sat for a while. Jiang Yiyu finished smoking a cigarette. When he was about to light the second one, Song Shengsheng mustered up the courage, reluctantly leaned over to him, raised her hand and gently took the cigarette from his lips and placed it on the coffee table.
Jiang Yiyu half-closed his eyes and looked at her, and asked: "If another woman did this, would you be jealous or angry?"
Song Shengsheng hugged his arm, leaned on his shoulder, looked up at him and blinked: "No, but I will beat you up. Flies don't bite seamless eggs. You didn't dodge when someone got so close to you. It shows that it was intentional. You are being disloyal to me."
"How can you be smart at one moment and stupid at another?"
Song Shengsheng sighed: "I know you won't make me angry, nor will you let me down, so I trust you very much and can let you play outside alone. Although you don't seem to like this trust, maybe you can learn to give me more of the trust I gave you and trust me more."
Jiang Yiyu lowered his crossed legs, placed his hands on his knees, slowly curled up his fingers, and said nothing.
Song Shengsheng leaned towards him again and kissed his chin: "It smells like smoke. It doesn't smell good at all."
"This matter is not over yet." Jiang Yiyu said angrily, but in fact, the moment Song Shengsheng leaned over to coax him, he had calmed down. He even felt inexplicably guilty and afraid, afraid that he would have a grudge with Song Shengsheng because of this matter.
"Then how can we get through?"
"What are you and Wenjing planning to do?"
"Nothing. What could she and I do together? My connection to her is either you or my brother. There's no third option. Really, don't ask too much. Sister Wenjing also has things she doesn't want to talk about. I have secrets like this, and you have them too. You think there are so many things you haven't told me that you don't want to talk about, and I haven't been asking you about them one by one?"
"Okay, let's talk about something else." Jiang Yiyu pulled her arm and pulled her away, then moved to the side, keeping a certain distance from her. With red eyes, he said seriously, "Can you care about me a little more? Say less hurtful things?"
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