"Does it hurt to have a headache?"

"Well, it hurts."

"Promised me not to drink so much." He sighed, took the hot water he had poured earlier, tested the temperature, and fed her a little drink, "Do you want to sleep for a while?" ”

Zhao Qiqi blinked his eyes, and a string of tears fell without warning.

Sheng Jia was taken aback, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, weren't they all so well-behaved just now? Why did you cry again.

In his cognition, she is not a crying girl, but now, looking at her watery and red eyes, he is distressed and headache, he bows his head and coaxes her with ten twists: "Seventeen, don't cry, okay?" It's okay if you're sad, angry, or scolding me. ”

"I want to talk to you." Zhao Qiqi muttered.

She looked at his face and looked at his gentle appearance at this time, as if she were in a dream.

Then she remembered that he hated her and blacked her out, and the ups and downs were really big.

"Okay, you say."

"You didn't want to hear it last time, I wanted to explain to you, I didn't mean to spread the scandal, I already told him that I had someone I liked, and I wanted to keep my distance from him, but I was secretly photographed...... I don't have a trumpet, no, I haven't logged in to that trumpet, it's really not me, I don't like Chen Zhimo, I like you......"

She said intermittently, Sheng Jiashen's heart was beating faster and faster, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, he had almost never felt like this.

It's like the attention I've been wanting for for a long time has finally been recognized.

"Don't like Chen Zhimo?" What does she mean is that those crushes are a thing of the past?

Now that I think about it, she hasn't updated that Weibo for a long time.

But at that time, his feeling was that they were already together, so naturally there was no need to update the so-called secret love.

Could it be that he has always thought wrong.

"I've never liked him!" Zhao Qiqi shouted sadly and anxiously.

She suddenly remembered something, looked around, and ran under the bed again.

Sheng Jiashen pressed her, "What are you looking for?" I'll take it for you. ”

"My phone, I'll show you, I have a small number!"

Sheng Jiashen didn't know what she was talking about, in fact, he didn't want to mention her trumpet anymore, but he still went over to find her phone on the sofa.

Zhao Qiqi was drunk and couldn't unlock it, so Sheng Jiashen held her hand and locked the fingerprint lock.

turned on her phone, and she couldn't wait to go to Weibo.

She even set up a lock screen on Weibo, and went to see him again when she clicked it.

Sheng Jiashen glanced at her, held her hand again, and helped her unlock it.

"I'll show you, I really didn't write it, this is me." She operated on Weibo a few times and switched to the trumpet.

Sheng Jiashen was a little stunned, there was no such thing as knowing in her Weibo switching account.

That trumpet tweeted his cat.

She put her phone in front of him, "Do you believe me?" I just like you and I'm a fan of yours. ”

The painting style of this Weibo is completely different from the melancholy that you know.

He flipped through three or four of them, and found that this Weibo was completely in a star-chasing tone, with secret joy between the lines, which was not the same as her usual little reserve in front of him.

But—

He listened to her say that she was a fan of his.

He was afraid that he would be wrong again, so he frowned slightly, "I don't like to hear you say that you are a fan now." ”

"Why?" Zhao Qiqi was stunned.