To be honest, Wen Jiu still has some doubts in her heart, after all, she doesn't have many friends, and she usually relies on buttons to connect, and only one person can know her number and send her a text message.

Wen will never forget Jì's delicate face, and his smile that has never been extinguished is also imprinted on her heart from time to time.

Her thoughts didn't seem to fluctuate, she clicked on the text message plainly, and saw the words line by line, maybe because she hadn't replied after a few minutes, she seemed to be a little anxious, and sent another text message, "Have you eaten?" Sure enough, this sentence came into view.

Wen Gu touched his somewhat shriveled stomach and pouted, "I'm not hungry." If she said she was hungry, that person would definitely rush over to bring her food, although such an act would make her feel very warm, but how could she bother people so much when it was still raining in such a cold weather!

Even if he was a friend who had known her for many years.

However, Song Xingchen over there didn't believe it very much, but he didn't say anything, looked at the streets around, and finally chose to chat casually with Wen Gu, and then went into a restaurant to order a few takeouts, ready to bring them to Wen Gu.

And Wen is not in a hurry to eat, and it is rare that inspiration comes, and if you don't write a few more chapters, you will be sorry for yourself.

So it wasn't until she wrote that her inspiration dried up, and she realized that her stomach didn't know how many times she had screamed.

Wen is a housegirl, she doesn't know how to cook at all, and she was about to order takeout, when a call flashed.

At first glance, it was Song Xingchen's.

The phone was quickly connected, and she could even hear the sound of the dripping rain at the other end, and she couldn't help frowning, in such a cold weather, he didn't stay in the house and run out to do anything!

Wen was a little dissatisfied with Song Xingchen's behavior, and even the tone of his speech was not as good as before, "You're not at home?" She could tell from his trembling voice.

Song Xingchen was slightly stunned, and then smiled helplessly, looked at the door, and then coughed lightly and took over, "Well, come and open the door." "It's really cold!

If you still can't hear the meaning of these words, the novels of the past few years can be regarded as written in vain, but this is not enough to convince her not to be angry, this person really doesn't know how to take care of himself at all, obviously his body is weak, but he is still running around at this time!

Indeed, Song Xingchen is a sickly beautiful man, who has been like this since he was a child.

As long as the slightest cold wind blows, there is a possibility of fever and cold.

As soon as the door opened, he saw the young man's trembling figure, as if the thin body was completely unable to resist the cold, Wen Gu could see that Song Xingchen was already wearing a very thick one, and there were many clothes inside, and what Wen Gu could see was the white turtleneck, and he also pulled the scarf very high, almost covering most of his face.

You don't have to look at it, you can imagine the pale corners of his lips, and his lips that are purple from the cold.

In fact, it is obvious that she is younger than Song Xingchen, but she has a temperament of being a sister in front of him, perhaps because Song Xingchen has been weak since he was a child!

Wen also knows that Song Xingchen doesn't have any friends, so he will give everything he has stupidly and be good to her.

However, on the premise of being good to her, can you take care of your body first? Especially Song Xingchen, who has a weak physique.

Seeing that Song Xingchen was really frozen, even if she really wanted to blame, now she couldn't bear it, she only felt that something seemed to be surging through her heart, warmly, but full of sadness, perhaps, she was also distressed for this friend who was born different from others.

He didn't think about it, and soon invited Song Xingchen into the house.

The air conditioner was turned on in the house, but Wen Gu was still not very relieved, so he went to get a blanket and handed it to him.

Song Xingchen was used to the feeling of being taken care of here, and he didn't feel uncomfortable, so he took the blanket and took off his coat to wrap himself.

The coat has long been wet.

The rain was still falling, ticking on the transparent glass window, drawing a ripple in the hearts of the two of them.

Song Xingchen's complexion was already much better, at least not as pale as when he first came in, Wen Gu was naturally relieved, and then put on his face, ready to talk about him.

Do you know, I almost scared her to death just now!

I know that my health is not good, and I still mess around like this, don't you want to die?

It's just that the words of the old have not yet been revealed, so she forcibly blocked back, and then she saw the handsome face, although her complexion was much better, but it was still not as ruddy as ordinary people.

Seeing this, Song Xingchen had to sigh lowly, even his head hung down, and after being silent for a while, he dared to meet her eyes again, as if immersed in a wave of autumn water, which made him feel warm, he pointed to the dining table not far away, and said, "I brought you dinner, it shouldn't be cold now, hurry up and eat." That's true, but he didn't bring it with him.

But. Specially bought.

Everyone has been friends for so many years, how can he not know her character!

I'm afraid she's so busy that she forgot to eat.

Song Xingchen naturally knew that if he came over in such a strong wind and rain, he would definitely be dissatisfied with his old days, but he still chose to do so.

The man never knew how to take care of himself, and his life was always passable.

Hui only cared about observing Song Xingchen's complexion before, but he didn't find out, and he also brought takeaway.

Probably. When she went to get a blanket for him, Song Xingchen put it on the dining table not far away, no wonder she smelled something, which almost aroused her appetite.

After tossing for so long, he was indeed hungry, and he glared at the person who was still smiling brightly at this time without anger, and really went to eat.

It's still hot.

It's just that the person who was sitting upright over there didn't know when he had picked up her mobile phone and flipped through it.

Then, Wen Gu heard Song Xingchen's slight voice, which seemed to be nasal, "Who is Lord Syrup?" "Strange, and greetings!

“！！！” Wen almost choked, and when she turned her head, she saw that Song Xingchen, who was still shrunk into a ball, was already holding her mobile phone, pointing at the screen with her index finger.