As soon as Rong Heng heard this, he gritted his teeth and said in annoyance, "Song Qiannian, your life is not so cheap, she has rejected you, she doesn't want you anymore, why are you still making dumplings for her to eat."

It's only one o'clock at night, and you can't sleep, so it's better to read a book, listen to a song, or surf the Internet in a daze than making dumplings for that woman in the kitchen. ”

Song Xiannian lowered his head, chopped the dumpling filling seriously, and said slowly, "This is the ingredient I originally bought, just to make dumplings for her to eat, even if it is the last time, let me make this meal."

It was probably the last time I made something for her. Leave me alone and go to sleep. ”

Seeing Song Xiannian's decadent appearance, Rong Heng couldn't wait to run to the thirteenth floor immediately to scold Xun Zhen. Song was a good young man in the past, but he was tortured by Xun Zhen and was nervous, and he didn't look like a normal person at all.

What normal person would chop meat in the kitchen in the middle of the night to make dumplings?

Rong Heng walked directly to Song Xinian's side and stretched out his hand to stop him from continuing to chop the meat filling, "In the past, you go back to sleep, even if your dumplings are ready, she may not eat them."

She doesn't have a crush on you at all. Why should you torture yourself for her. ”

Song Xiannian broke free of Rong Heng's hand, smiled at him, and said, "Rong Heng, leave me alone." I just want to find something to do, just think of myself as if I lied to myself and give myself a thought, otherwise I really won't be able to get through it tonight. ”

Rong Heng stared at Song Xiannian for a long time, but in the end, he still had no choice but to let him torture himself like this.

Rong Heng went back to his room.

The water in the kitchen pot is just boiling.

Song Qiannian looked at the boiling water and pondered for a while, but forgot to turn off the fire, and directly picked up the bag of flour in front of him and poured it into the pot.

The flying flour floated everywhere, and as soon as it touched the open flame under the bottom of the pot, there was a sudden "bang", and the dust exploded and burned!

Rong Heng, who had just returned to the room, heard the movement in the kitchen, and immediately ran out of the room nervously, he thought to himself, Song Xiannian, that guy can't think about it, he is doing something stupid, right?

When Rong Heng ran to the kitchen, he saw that the gas stove was on fire, the fire was not big but not small, and Song Xiannian stood not far away, looking at the fire in a daze, but he didn't look nervous at all, and he didn't even dodge. And both of his hands were red, and they must have been burned by fire.

"Song Qiannian! You're crazy, don't die! Why don't you dodge!"

Rong Heng quickly turned off the gas pipeline, he scolded Song Xiannian loudly for not dying, pushed him aside, and then brought in a dry ice fire extinguisher from the outside, and extinguished the fire at once.

Looking at the situation in the kitchen just now, Rong Heng knew what was going on without asking.

It must have been Song Xiannian who poured the flour directly into the pot without turning off the fire, causing the dust to explode. He had done this kind of stupid thing once before, but Song told him that he couldn't pour flour directly without turning off the fire.

Song knew better than him how dangerous it was to pour flour into the pot without turning off the heat. Was he so sad that he didn't notice the danger for a while, or did he deliberately hurt himself?

Rong Heng couldn't guess what was going on in Song Qiannian, and only Song Qiannian knew it in his heart.

Rong Heng glanced at Song Xiannian's hands, they were red, and he turned on cold water, "You hurry over and flush your hands, let your hands cool down, I'll go get medicine for you, apply the medicine, and we'll go to the hospital to see the emergency." ”

Song Qiannian walked to the sink and washed his hands at him, "Don't bother, it's not very serious, just take the medicine." ”

Rong Heng snorted coldly, "Song Xiannian, I used to treat you as an idol before, but you really disappointed me too much this time."

I ask you to be a little ambitious, self-harm for a woman, that's what only a bad seed can do. ”

Song Qiannian looked at Rong Heng coldly as if he had just come back to his senses, and said in a deep voice, "I didn't hurt myself, I just didn't pay attention for a while and had an accident."

I can handle it myself, you leave me alone. ”

The entire back of his hand and wrist were red, and even blisters had grown in severe places.

Looking at Song Qiannian with this appearance, Rong Heng was a little angry, and he scolded, "If you are angry, you will lie at the woman Xunzhen, and you will be angry at me."

I don't care, you have to go to the hospital to see the emergency room, or I'll go to the thirteenth floor to find Xun Zhen now, and let her come down and see what you've made of yourself. ”

Because of Rong Heng's threat, Song went to the hospital obediently in the past year.

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Xun Zhen didn't sleep very well, and when it was almost two o'clock in the night, she got up to drink water, and after drinking water, she suddenly became energetic.

She couldn't sleep, so she took her mobile phone to the study and turned on the computer to find information.

All she thinks about now is Song Xinian.

When Song Xinian kissed her, he closed his eyes.

When Song asked her if she liked him, he looked panicked and expectant.

When Song turned his back to her, his lonely and pitiful back.

Since she was a child, she has never felt guilty because of anyone, but it was Song Xiannian who made her feel like she had committed a heinous crime.

She wanted to work hard, but she couldn't focus on her work.

In desperation, she took out her mobile phone to surf the Internet.

Clicking on WeChat, except for some groups with unread messages, no one has sent her a message.

She thought to herself that she was expecting someone to message her.

Although she didn't hold out any hope, she still clicked on the circle of friends, hoping to see the circle of friends updated by Song in the past.

She wanted to make sure that Song didn't feel too sad because of her, so that she could feel at ease and focus on her work.

clicked on the circle of friends, and at a glance she saw a circle of friends content posted by Rong Heng half an hour ago.

"There's no need to hurt yourself when you're out of love, right? People who like you won't bear to see you hurt themselves, and people who don't like you, even if you hurt yourself, she won't like you because of it. Tonight is destined to be a day of insomnia. ”

Behind the long text, Rong Heng was accompanied by only two pictures, one of his kitchen burned black, and the other of his hands burned red.

Even if Rong Heng didn't specify whose hand it was, Xun Zhen could tell at a glance that it was Song Qiannian's hand.

She recognized his hands.

Even if she didn't have the mole on her wrist, she recognized it. His hand, straight and slender, with its knotted bones, was the most beautiful hand she had ever seen.

But in Rong Heng's photo, these good-looking hands were hurt.

Xun Zhen frowned tightly, and his expression looked particularly anxious and angry.

She never thought that Song Xiannian would do this kind of thing to hurt herself, obviously he usually looks very sunny and cheerful, and besides, it is not a matter of once or twice that she rejects him, why is he so stupid this time?

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