“……”

Seeing her sincere appearance, Xu Jiamu had mixed feelings in her heart, obviously it was sarcastic, but she was a little happy when she heard it, and even defended Sang Ji: Even if it is ridiculed, at least there is a little concern!

Sang Ji lifted his eyelids and quickly glanced at Xu Jiamu, seeing that he was expressionless, as if he was not unhappy.

Exhaled, ate slowly with the vegetables, and peeked at him from time to time while taking advantage of the action of picking up the vegetables.

At the end of the meal, both of them were silent.

When Xu Jiamu put down the bowl, Sang Ji also stood up with him and walked out of the dining room.

Xu Jiamu didn't stay, and went directly to the second floor into the study.

Originally, Sang Ji thought that he would sit in the living room, and he looked up at the door on the second floor that was slowly closing, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Sang Ji let out a breath of turbidity, sat on the sofa and ate fruit to open the cartoon, and sat up straight next to the sofa.

Only two episodes of the cartoon have been updated, paused at the end of playback, and on the last page.

After sitting for two hours, the door of the study was still tightly closed, and Xu Jiamu showed no signs of coming out.

A large clock hung on the wall, with the hour and minute hands on the cross (ten o'clock).

Sang Ji couldn't wait any longer, so he got up and went upstairs when Rong's mother urged her again to "don't stay up late, go back to the room to sleep".

She really wanted to see him before bed, and then say goodnight to each other before going to bed like she had done four years ago when they were still close.

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The next day, at half past six.

Sang Ji kept thinking that Xu Jiamu was at home, so he woke up early.

After washing up and changing into a school uniform, he hurriedly ran downstairs, there were only a few maids cleaning in the hall, and Rong's mother was in and out, and Xu Jiamu was not seen.

"Miss, it's early!" Rong's mother said good morning to Sang Ji with a smile on her face, "I made porridge today, and I have put it out and put it on the table to dry for a while, and the temperature will be just right." ”

Sang Ji raised his head and pretended to glance at Xu Jiamu's door inadvertently, went around and looked at Rong's mother again, and responded absentmindedly: "Hmm." ”

Hasn't he gotten up yet?

Rong's mother didn't see Sang Ji's dull expression, and as usual, after Sang Ji went downstairs, she went into the kitchen, put a little healthy dry food in a bag, and put it next to breakfast so that she could remember to take it.

Sang Ji was the time to grow her body, so she packed her things and put them in her school bag, and when she was hungry, she took them out and ate them.

Mother Rong was about to do other work, and suddenly remembered that the young master had ordered to take a bottle of milk to the young lady every day.

As soon as she walked out of the dining room, she turned around and went inside, took out the milk from the locker, and stuffed it into her school bag, along with a red apple.

Sang Ji's eyes fell on the opposite position in a daze, and he kept stirring the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, and the bowl was filled with a layer of hot gas.

was walking his mind, and suddenly heard a voice from the living room, "Hello young master!" Greetings.

Immediately after that, his footsteps came like a dining room, and the closer he got closer, Sang Ji was so frightened that he hurriedly sat down, scooped up a mouthful of porridge and put it into his mouth.

The long iron spoon had been scalded by the porridge to a high temperature, and at this time it fell on the tip of the tongue, and it was numb.

Sang Ji made a move, took out the spoon and blew it to cool it before eating it.

Xu Jiamu glanced at her lightly and frowned: "A child is a child, and he can't eat." ”

When he said it, Sang Ji's back stiffened, and he was angry and didn't dare to refute, annoyed: It seems that he has changed again after coming back from abroad, and has become Xu Yiyi!

Yu Guang saw him sitting on the main seat, holding a long handle and gently spooning the porridge, his demeanor was elegant and full of dignity.

Sang Ji blinked and lowered his head, deliberately slowing down his eating.