Early the next morning.

Ji Xuan felt that his head was about to explode. It hurts terribly.

When I opened my eyes, I realized. Lie in bed by yourself.

Hey?

Isn't he on the couch all the time? Why did you run to bed now?

Ji Xuan used to touch the mobile phone on the bedside table with his hand.

No mobile phone......

He touched a bowl.

Decanting soup in a bowl. Ji Xuan sniffed it, and he didn't have to guess, he knew that it was Ji Chen.

The reason why he was so familiar with the taste.

It's because, when he was in high school, he often came home drunk.

At that time, I felt like a gangster, very powerful. I don't have too many ideas, I just want to keep up with the group of people in society.

Every time he went out with them, he would only come home when he got drunk.

Grandpa doesn't care about him, and his mother doesn't care about him, only Ji Chen will boil him a bowl of sobering soup every time.

Although it was secretly boiled, it was also secretly put in the room for him.

However, that time was still seen by him.

The two of them will never be the same as ordinary brothers and brothers. All they have is infinite silence. Get along with strangers just like you.

If he hadn't found out that time, he wouldn't have known about his taciturn younger brother. And such a cute side.

Later, Ji Chen told him that the decanting soup was taught to him by his mother.

Because Ji Mingcheng is often drunk, his mother taught him to make sobering soup for his father.

Of course, at that time, it was just a young man, and the relationship between them was not so stiff.

When did they start to become like this?

Probably, he was with Song Yan......

Ji Xuan shook his head, trying to clear his head a little, and then, picking up the sobering soup on the table, drinking it in one go, he lay down on the bed again, intending to sleep again.

…………

Song Yan went to the studio in the morning and felt a little weird.

It's weird everywhere.

For example, Shen Haonan, who has never come to the studio, is here again.

Also, Ye Sisi, who likes to wear skirts, wore jeans today.

Of course, these are just scratching the surface.

The strangest thing is the atmosphere between the two of them. There is also a way to get along, just like a different person.

"Sisi, do you eat long buns?" Shen Haonan stood in front of Ye Sisi and looked at her with a sincere face. A flattering look.

Ye Sisi didn't mean to pay attention to him. It's still a straight face. Refusal without mercy.

"Don't eat it."

"What about sandwiches?"

"Don't eat it!"

"Do you drink soy milk? I'll buy it for you. ”

"Don't drink it."

"What about chaos? Listen to the chaos over here, it's very good. ”

"Don't eat! Don't eat! I don't eat anything! I don't drink anything either! You've been asking me all morning, and you're not done yet! Ye Sisi suddenly became furious.

This man, ever since she started coming in to work.

He just kept chattering and asking, asking and asking. Ask her if she eats or drinks.

It's nine o'clock in the morning, and I still ask!

"Well, Sisi doesn't eat. Then I'll take you to eat something delicious in the morning. ”

Shen Haonan was not annoyed by Ye Sisi's violent temper. It's just a little aggrieved in his tone.

But only a little. Get back on your feet right away. Go back and ask Ye Sisi what he ate in the morning.

Song Yan's jaw was about to fall to the ground.

I went to send Sister Sisi home last night.

Is it so much of a change when you come back?

Reborn?