Chapter 99: Remember, you and I have nothing to do with each other
"Do you know how much it hurts to push me out again and again!"
After Xu Jiangcuo finished speaking, he immediately glanced away, held his forehead and covered his eyes with tears.
Song Lehan lowered his head in silence.
The scene where the woman was silent and the man was in tears, if an old man passed by, he would definitely take a second look.
Boys quarrel and boys cry.
It's quite rare.
After an unknown amount of time, Xu Jiangcuo rubbed his face and his expression eased.
He turned his head, glanced at Song Lehan, and lowered his voice: "Where is your home? I'll take you back."
Song Lehan: "No need. It would be troublesome if someone took a picture of us."
"Then how are you going back? Walking back barefoot?" Xu Jiangcuo still sounded a little angry. After a pause, he said, "This is the last time. From now on... I won't come to see you again."
Song Lehan looked up at him and asked, "Did you come to see me today on purpose?"
"Um."
Xu Jiangcuo did not hide it at all.
When he heard that Song Lehan was recording a show here, he wanted to come over and see if he could secretly see her.
As a result, I ran into her running out barefoot.
Song Lehan didn't know what to say for a moment.
They all understand the truth, but they can't be so rational.
Song Lehan stood up and picked up the coat she had sat on. "Let's go, just this once."
Xu Jiangcuo was somewhat happy, but his face was still stern, as if he was still angry.
He squatted down, patted his back, and gestured: "Come up, I'll carry you."
Song Lehan looked down at her feet, thought for two seconds, and then obediently climbed onto his back.
"Wait a moment." Song Lehan stopped him from getting up and quickly put his coat over his head, leaving only a pair of round eyes exposed. "Okay, let's go."
Xu Jiangcuo glanced back and his lips curled up slightly when he realized what was happening.
"You haven't told me who bullied you just now." Xu Jiangcuo carried Song Lehan on his back and walked forward step by step.
Song Lehan shook his head: "I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"Yeah." Xu Jiangcuo didn't ask further: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."
When they reached the roadside, they hailed a taxi.
All the way in silence.
Arriving at the destination, Song Lehan held Xu Jiangcuo's hand as he opened the car door and said, "You're not wearing shoes either, so just let the driver take you home."
Xu Jiangcuo: "Can you... do it yourself?"
Song Lehan raised his eyebrows: "Of course."
Before getting off the car, Song Lehan gave another warning: "If you see me next time, you must pretend not to know me. Also, don't acknowledge any online news related to me."
After saying that, she closed the car door.
The car started again, the window rolled down, revealing Xu Jiangcuo's face.
"Song Lehan, take care of yourself and don't get hurt again!"
He waved to Song Lehan and the car slowly drove away.
Song Lehan took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and prepared to make another appointment with a psychologist.
"Xu Jiangcuo sent you back?"
Jiang Yue's voice suddenly came from behind, scaring Song Lehan so much that he almost threw his phone away.
"Why are you here?"
Song Lehan patted his chest and turned around. Seeing that Jiang Yue looked unhappy, he vaguely guessed why he came to see him.
Jiang Yue clenched his fists and stepped forward, saying in a deep voice, "Give me a reason."
Song Lehan: "What's the reason?"
"Why did you contact Xu Jiangcuo again?" He had a gloomy face, with veins bulging slightly on his forehead, as if he was enduring something.
Song Lehan straightened his back and said with reason, "He and I just met by chance, we have no connection!"
"Don't meet him again!"
Jiang Yue gritted his teeth and warned, then lowered his eyes and saw Song Lehan was barefoot, so he walked up to her and picked her up.
Before Song Lehan could react, Jiang Yue carried her into the apartment building.
"No, why are you hugging me! Put me down!" Song Lehan struggled, his whole body full of resistance.
Jiang Yue tutted in dissatisfaction and gave her a sullen look, "Don't move. If you move again, I won't be holding you anymore."
The warning was useful, and Song Lehan stopped moving.
After all, the apartment was under Jiang Yue's name, so he easily carried Song Lehan to his doorstep.
"Password." Jiang Yue asked.
Song Lehan: "Put me down and I'll enter the password myself."
Jiang Yue put her down and turned his back consciously.
With a "ding" sound, the lock opened.
Song Lehan opened the door and had just walked halfway in when Jiang Yue followed and wanted to go in as well.
"Wait a moment." Song Lehan put his hand on Jiang Yue's shoulder, stopping him from entering the room. "Do you want to come in again?"
Jiang Yue: "What else?"
Song Lehan remained alert. "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it here. It's not very convenient at night."
Jiang Yue knew what she was feeling uncomfortable about and rolled his eyes at her speechlessly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the door and walked in generously.
Looking around, Jiang Yue raised the corner of his mouth slightly, half jokingly: "I thought it would be a garbage dump when I came in, but to my surprise, it's quite clean."
Song Lehan closed the door unconvinced, sat on the sofa with her slippers in hand, and ignored what he said.
She walked barefoot for a long distance. Although Xu Jiangcuo carried her on his back and Jiang Yue held her up, her feet were still injured.
When I didn't know, I didn't think anything of it, but as soon as I saw the faint trace of blood, Song Lehan's wound began to hurt.
Jiang Yue just walked around the living room and finally set his eyes on Song Lehan again.
Without waiting for her to speak, he went to get the medicine box from under the TV cabinet, walked up to Song Lehan and knelt on one knee.
"I'll help you with that."
Song Lehan: “No…no.”
The protest is invalid.
Jiang Yue moved Song Lehan's hand away, took out wet wipes from the medicine box, wiped her feet clean first, and then disinfected them with iodine.
The medicine box was there when Song Lehan moved in, and it only contained some cold medicine. Later, Song Lehan would always get injured inexplicably while filming, so he kept some medicine at home.
She was too lazy to change the position and just left it in its original place.
Song Lehan saw that Jiang Yue was so familiar with the location of the medicine box. Could it be that he had lived here before?
At that time, Jiang Yue said that he had renovated the house after buying it and had only visited it a few times.
"Have you lived here?" She couldn't help but ask.
Jiang Yue: “No.”
"Then how do you remember where the medicine box is?"
Jiang Yue paused, then picked up the Band-Aid and gently placed it on the wound. "It's done."
He didn't answer Song Lehan's question.
Something is wrong.
But Song Lehan has lived here for many years, so it doesn’t matter whether he has lived here before or not.
She didn't ask any more questions and silently withdrew her foot.
"Anything else to say?" Song Lehan wanted to drive Jiang Yue away.
Jiang Yue put away the medicine box, looked up and asked her: "Why did you run away before the show was finished?"
"It's just... there's no way to record it." Song Lehan lowered his eyes and looked at the ground.
Jiang Yue frowned slightly, "Why can't I record it?"
"They're all targeting me."
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