After Lu Yuchi opened the door, Song was only startled.

I hadn't seen him for a few days, and it was as if he was going to die at any moment.

With a sallow face, iron-blue eyes, and pale lips, although it is autumn, the weather is still mild, but Lu Yuchi is wrapped in a thick blanket, so he is still shivering.

Song only asked suspiciously: "Little 2B, what's wrong with you?" It looks like it's been cooked. ”

Lu Yuchi snorted and glanced at Song only sadly: "It's not because of you." ”

"Because of me?" Song only pointed to his nose, even more surprised.

Lu Yuchi sat down, hugged his legs tightly to warm himself up, his nose was very stuffed, and his voice became low and hoarse: "If I hadn't helped you block that bastard, I wouldn't have been injured, let alone have a cold and fever, and I wouldn't have become the virtue I am now." ”

"It's still going to be like this." Song only gave him a blank look.

"Cousin, you haven't eaten yet, my sister and I bought you your favorite pigeon, braised pork and ......"

Before Wang Kesong's words were finished, he heard Lu Yuchi interrupt him: "Come on, I'm like this, you still give me such a greasy thing, do you want to kill me directly?" ”

"That's our fault."

He doesn't eat it, but it's cheap, and the money is spent, and he can't waste it if he doesn't eat.

So, Song only opened the lunch box, took out a suckling pigeon with bright color and strong fragrance, and ate it in front of Lu Yuchi.

"Hey!" Lu Yuchi looked at Song who was eating pigeon, and the fire in his heart couldn't stop rushing up: "Do you see patients like this?" ”

"It's not like the patient can't eat it." Song only threw down the bones and picked up another one: "It's a waste to put it away." ”

Lu Yuchi is very tragic, as a happy little 2B, he is very unhappy now.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he grabbed the pigeon, and compared with Song Zhi, who ate faster.

Well, Song's purpose has been achieved.

Lu Yuchi's vitality is back.

After chatting for a while, Song only planned to leave, but Lu Yuchi stopped him: "It's so late, or you ......"

"If you think about it, I won't stay because of you."

Lu Yuchi knocked on Song Zhi's head: "You just want to be beautiful, I mean to say, when Ke Song finishes washing the dishes, let him send you back." ”

He smiled and wrapped the blanket on his body, and said with a sneer: "You are coveting the beauty of the young master at first glance, what good can I do if you let you stay." ”

Song couldn't help laughing, and agreed to let Wang Kesong send her home.

Sitting in Wang Kesong's car, she received Shen Lang's WeChat: "Why didn't you go home?" ”

"I went to see Lu Yuchi, he was sick."

When he returned to Shen Lang's WeChat, Song only thought about it for a long time, as far as his character as Asia's No. 1 vinegar king, if he told the truth, would he cause any misunderstanding?

After thinking about it, Song only decided to tell him.

"When he's sick, go to the doctor, what's the use of you going, hurry home."

Song only guessed that Shen Lang would say this: "You have a lot of control, remember that I am not your girlfriend now, you can't care!" ”

This WeChat was sent to Shen Lang's hand, and the little meow suddenly exploded and jumped directly on Shen Yuan's stomach, wanting to scratch his face.

Shen Yuan was very aggrieved, obviously it was Song who only made you angry, big man, what are you angry with me, you go to her!

Shen Lang was very annoyed, why did he turn into a cat at night, otherwise, he would be able to control Song Zhiyi, could it be that this stupid guy didn't know how attractive he was? It's not enough to tease his heart like grass has grown, do you want to tease other men?

He just wronged Song Yuchi, she really just treated Lu Yuchi as a friend, besides, she with a clear brain circuit, she couldn't understand that her round little face could have a lethal force for men.

Shen Lang didn't reply to Song Zhi's WeChat, and she also felt a lot easier.

Back at home, Anne was not there, she finished washing up and found that the tablet had been left behind in the company.

Tomorrow is the second competition of the Young Fashion Designer Competition, and Song only put all her efforts into it, she really wants to prove that even if she doesn't rely on Shen Lang's relationship, she can gain a firm foothold in Yueran.

Early the next morning, she went out half an hour early, for fear that there would be traffic jams on the road, and only found out after arriving at the company that Wang Xintong was also there.

"Xintong, how are you preparing?" Song only handed the soy milk he bought for breakfast to Wang Xintong.

Wang Xintong refused: "I've had breakfast." ”

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "It seems that I have no chance to continue the competition, and I am afraid that I will be eliminated today." ”

"I feel that way, too."

For Wang Xintong, Song is just like a good student who said before the exam that she didn't review and didn't prepare, she is not as talented as Song Only, and can only rely on her own efforts, but she has never been able to surpass Song Only's design, when she was in Yuling's studio, Lei Yuling only fancied Song Only's design, in order to let her stay in the studio, she did not hesitate to get drunk Song Only, and forced her to sign a three-year treaty.

Wang Xintong was unwilling, so she agreed to Lei Yuling and wanted to replace her, even if she was used as a gunman, she would not hesitate to do so.

"Huh!? How so?! Wang Xintong opened his tablet, but found that his tablet was formatted.

She frowned and looked at Song only suspiciously.

Song only came over: "What's wrong?" ”

"My tablet is formatted, and all the information and blueprints in it are gone." Wang Xintong frowned, and there was a haze on his face that could not be dissipated.

"How so?"

"I don't know, I was in a hurry to get off work yesterday and forgot to take my tablet with me."

Coincidentally.

Song only forgot to take the tablet, and the tablets she and Wang Xintong used were all prizes sent when they were in Yuling's studio.

This is a tablet computer commonly used in design professions, and the tablets of two people are of the same model and brand.

Wang Xintong frowned and looked at Song Zhizhi: "Look at your tablet." ”

Song only hurriedly opened it, and the content inside was not missing, it was just ...... The design drawings are not hers.

"Xintong, I think, this is your tablet."

Song Zhizhi's face became ugly, and when he handed the tablet to Wang Xintong, he subconsciously glanced at it in her hand.

Wang Xintong hurriedly took the tablet from Song Zhizhi's hand, and after seeing the contents inside, she had a feeling of being lost and regained: "Great, this time it's mine, then this tablet ......"

She subconsciously looked at Song Zhizhi, and in addition to joy in her eyes, there was also a hint of joy and excitement.

This is a tragedy, the formatted tablet is not Wang Xintong's, but Song's.

The family is happy and the family is sad, Song is only just now mourning for Wang Xintong, and now it will be his turn to enter the ground.

"What's going on?" Song only frowned, she clearly remembered that when she left yesterday, the computer was placed in her work position, why did it appear on Wang Xintong's desk early this morning: "Who changed our computer?" ”

Wang Xintong shook his head and said, "I don't know, I got off work before you yesterday." ”

This is a truth, Song only left the company before getting off work yesterday, Wang Xintong had already left the company, and, judging from her anxious appearance just now, it didn't look like she was lying, Song was only very helpless, all the design and information were gone, and in the face of the game, she could only take one step at a time.

The Young Fashion Designer Competition is divided into four parts, the first is to play on the spot, and the second time requires designers to make designs according to the designated topics given by the mentors in the designated time.

Wang Xintong drew the topic - wedding dress.

Song only didn't have such a good cloud, and the topic she drew was - the funeral of her ex-boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend's funeral!?

This is a very difficult thing for Song Zhi, let alone an ex-boyfriend, even if she is a current boyfriend, she has only a potential suitor, Mr. Shen.

What's more - it's still a funeral!

Who is so mad that he comes up with such a tricky topic.

Lei Yuling walked to Song Zhizhi's design table, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he pulled out a condensed arc, and teased: "Song Zhizhi, you are really good, you can draw the most difficult items in the second game." She only gave a thumbs up to Song: "Amazing, admire, admire." ”

Song only glanced at her and smiled awkwardly.

I know that things are not so simple, when I saw Lei Yuling, Song only wiped the side, such a perverted topic, eighty percent of Lei Yuling wanted to go out.

That's right, this topic was not only thought up by Lei Yuling, but also she asked Song to only get it.

Lei Yuling bought a mentor in advance, and arranged Song only to draw lots in the last unknown, this mentor first took the note of "ex-boyfriend's funeral", and when Song only drew lots, put it in the box, causing her to fall into Lei Yuling's trap.

She knew that Song had never been in love, and this kind of topic was indeed very difficult for a person who had never been in love.

Ex-boyfriend's funeral ......

Song only looked at the note in a daze, and Wang Xintong on the side had already begun to draw.

She inadvertently glanced at Wang Xintong's drawings, the holiness, solemnity, and charm of the wedding dress, which suddenly made Song only inspiration.

Ex-boyfriend ......

She didn't know why Shen Lang's figure suddenly appeared in her mind, if she and Shen Lang became an ex, how would she deal with it?

Soon, Song only sat down, and on the same design paper, sketched the lines of the model, and also drew a wedding dress, the difference is that her wedding dress is black.