You are sick, you are justified!

Shen Lang was petrified in an instant.

Look at what they said as if they were sick in the head.

His face sank, and he said in a muffled voice, "Have you discussed?" ”

To be honest, Song only had no discussion with Shen Yuanzhen.

Shen Lang coughed twice and said, "You two want to be angry with me, right?" ”

The two of them looked at each other, as if they were heroes cherishing heroes.

Shen Lang looked at them, a fire was choked in his chest, and he didn't turn around and only left their backs.

Song only wanted to laugh a little, and Shen Lang, who was sick, looked like a child, she shook her head slightly, and said, "Wait, I'll go cook." ”

Shen Lang was very satisfied with Song Zhi's performance, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

Considering that Shen Lang was sick and weak, she didn't plan to cook white porridge, she planned to boil some soup to replenish his strength, she opened the refrigerator, found a black chicken, and planned to stew some white wine chicken soup.

She found a casserole in the cupboard, and planned to find a bottle of liquor, standing in front of Shen Lang's wine cabinet for a long time, Song only chose a bottle of high-grade liquor, hoping to help Shen Lang sweat and get better if he had a cold.

The black chicken got out of the pot, and Song only received a WeChat message from Chen Xinghe: "Only, hurry up and send me a design drawing for the next round of the competition." ”

She hurriedly walked back from the kitchen to the living room, took out her tablet from her bag, and chose a design that she thought she was happy with.

Chen Xinghe called: "It's just that Mr. Jiang Lan doesn't like this style of design too much, or you can change it or modify it." ”

Song only thought for a while and said, "Then look at these pictures." ”

When she spoke, she didn't forget to glance in the direction of the kitchen, at this time, it was time to put liquor, she glanced at Shen Lang, he was already asleep, she could only turn to Shen Yuan for help: "Help me put liquor in the casserole." ”

"Okay." Shen Yuan answered, put down his phone, got up and walked into the kitchen.

Looking at the liquor on the cooking table, and then at the black chicken in the casserole, he had no cooking experience, and he didn't know how much liquor should be put in the right place, so he asked, "How much do you need to put it?" ”

"Your brother is still having a fever, and the liquor can sweat, so you can put more of it." Song only followed.

Shen Yuan nodded slightly, looked at the liquor, looked at the casserole, and simply put a bottle of high-grade liquor into it, the chicken soup in the casserole was bubbling, under the chemical reaction of alcohol and chicken soup, the taste smelled great, he smacked his tongue, picked up the spoon and tasted it, the taste was indeed good, however, the taste of the liquor was not strong, he remembered Song Zhi's order just now - put more.

He simply took out another bottle of liquor, poured it into it, and then turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

At this time, Song only selected the design drawings, sent them to Chen Xinghe, returned to the kitchen, and made two simple and refreshing side dishes.

After a while, dinner was ready, and Song only brought it to the dining table and woke up Shen Lang, who was sleeping in the corner of the sofa.

Shen Lang had been hungry for a day, his index finger moved at this time, and he drank three or four bowls of chicken soup in one go, feeling warm, as if he was a lot more comfortable, and he casually handed the bowl to Song Zhizhi: "I still want it." ”

"Won't you make your own?" Song was only a little displeased, and gave Shen Lang a vicious look: "You have a cold and fever, and you don't have broken hands and broken relations, why don't you have the ability to take care of yourself." ”

Shen Lang replied with a facial expression: "Didn't you say that I am sick and I am justified, why, now I don't admit it?" ”

Song was helpless, so he could only reluctantly take the bowl from Shen Lang's hand and serve him another bowl of chicken soup.

Shen Lang took it, blew the chicken soup cold, and drank it in a big gulp: "Although it tastes good, why does it smell so big?" ”

"This is white wine chicken soup, which is used to make you sweat." Song only replied casually.

Shen Yuan interjected: "The smell of wine is not too good, I can put two bottles of 60-degree Lao Baigan." ”

Lao Baigan is just forget it, it's still 60 degrees, and 60 degrees is also counted, Shen Yuan even put two bottles!

Shen Lang's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and under the stunned gaze of Song Zhi and Shen Yuan, he fell headlong on the dining table.

Shen Yuan, who was the culprit, ran to the living room as fast as he could, grabbed his briefcase, and fled the scene of the crime with lightning speed.

Song only looked at the open door, and then at Shen Lang lying on the dining table, and was speechless, she could be 18% sure that if Shen Yuan was born in the war era, he must be a good material to be a traitor.

She struggled to help Shen Lang onto the sofa in the living room, looking at his red face, ink-dyed eyebrows, closed eyes adorned with long and thick eyelashes, straight nose bridge, thin lips, he looked very good-looking, of course, this kind of good-looking was also when he didn't speak.

Song only thinks that Shen Lang must have been just an iron-billed chicken in his last life, otherwise why would he meet who he would meet and who he would scold whom.

She moved Shen Lang's big feet to the sofa, and was just about to go to the kitchen to clean up the dishes, when his hand suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Hmm......"

Shen Lang's nose made a dream-like sound, and he muttered, "Don't go, can you not go." ”

Song was only stunned for more than ten seconds before she looked down at Shen Lang on the sofa, and when she was sure that he was talking in a dream, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Gently breaking Shen Lang's hand, Song only tore the blanket and covered him.

Shen Lang seemed to be groping for something, and suddenly grabbed Song Zhi's hand and pressed it against his face: "Don't go, don't go......"

Song was only very helpless, she wanted to leave, but Shen Yuan ran away before her, and she couldn't leave Shen Lang at home alone, so she could only stay: "Okay, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving, but can you let me go first, it hurts." ”

Shen Lang seemed to hear Song Zhizhi's words, and let go of her hand slightly, she quickly pulled out her hand, walked into the kitchen, washed the dishes and chopsticks, took the tablet and sat next to Shen Lang to work.

I don't know how long it took, after Song only finished drawing the design drawing, he stretched his body, yawned, cheered up, turned his head and glanced at Shen Lang who was sleeping on the sofa, and then looked at the antique clock in the living room.

7:40 a.m.

Shen Lang was still sleeping, either the alcohol was too strong, or he was too sleepy.

Song only struggled to help Shen Lang up, staggered to the elevator, sent Shen Lang back to the room, covered her with a quilt, and then walked out of Shen Lang's room.

She didn't plan to stay in the Shen family's mansion, so as not to be secretly photographed again, just riding a bicycle by, and it had already been written on Weibo as a long serialized network, if she was photographed walking out of the Shen family's old mansion, wouldn't it be a bloody drama.

She packed up her things and left the Shen family's old mansion.

Along the way, she was scared when she rode a bicycle, for fear of being photographed again.

Finally leaving the villa area in the middle of the mountain, she pedaled all the way, and finally after turning a corner, she saw the asphalt road belonging to the poor people.

The Mid-Levels villa area is a bit far from Prosperity Road, so she simply locked her bicycle to the street tree on the side of the road, remembered the location, and flagged down a taxi to go home.

The night taxi driver in every city seems to have never seen anyone in 800 years, and when he catches someone, he rivets and chats.

Song only felt speechless about this, and tried to make his tone appear less helpless: "Master, how long will it take to arrive?" ”

The driver's master finally gave up and only talked to Song about his wife's no, and changed his words: "Let's come for half an hour." ”

Song only: "I'll sleep for a while, and when you call me." ”

"Alas. Well, you can rest. ”

finally survived the catastrophe, even if Song didn't want to sleep, he pretended not to open his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in Song Zhizhi's ears, she didn't think much about it, she quickly opened her eyes, and as a result of her gaze, the taxi crashed into a white Volkswagen private car.

She looked at the car and always felt familiar, but for a while, she couldn't remember where she had seen this car, until a man with a bandaged head like a mummy stepped out of the rear-end white Volkswagen, and Song only remembered where she had seen this car.

Lu Yuchi got out of the car and knocked on the window: "Master, how did you drive the car?" Don't you see a car in front of you? How can you still ...... Song only! ”

His gaze was instantly attracted by Song Zhizhi: "Why are you?" ”

Song only smiled awkwardly and said, "What a coincidence." ”

Lu Yuchi seemed to have forgotten why he got out of the car, stuck his head into the window of the back seat, and chatted with Song Zhi: "Where are you going this big night?" Dude has a car, go, I'll take you there. ”

Song was speechless: "Your old man's car was hit, what do you give me?" Legs? ”

Lu Yuchi scratched the back of his head with a smile: "You talk so funny, I like to talk to you." ”

She reminded her so, but he still didn't react, Song only said helplessly: "Please, can you deal with the scene of the car accident first?" ”

Lu Yuchi smiled: "Hi! It's okay, I wanted to change my dad's 8-hand Volkswagen a long time ago, and it's better to hit it, or ...... Master, you're making up for a few times. ”

The taxi driver was also speechless, he said: "Young man, it was you who suddenly stopped, and I rear-ended, not whether you want to deal with it, but whether I chase it or not." ”

"Oh...... Oh! Lu Yuchi came back to his senses in surprise, and sneered: "I'm sorry, my broken car can't catch fire again, what's the ......?" he said, took out his mobile phone and scanned the code: "I'll give you 2000 first, if it's not enough, you're contacting me." ”

Song only covered his mobile phone suddenly, and whispered, "Are you stupid?!" It's just to repair the bumper, how can it be used so much. ”

The driver's master turned his head and glared at Song Zhi, angry that she was nosy, and said angrily: "You girl, how can you talk!" Keep your mouth shut, don't talk nonsense! ”