Lang Siyu, who returned to the room, remembered the scene just now, and the temperature on his face rose rapidly like water being heated.

Crazy, really going crazy.

Lang Siyu instantly hugged his head and scurried around the room.

"Siyu, can you hurry up?" Su Zimo's gentle voice sounded outside the door.

Lang Siyu was slightly stunned, and after reacting in his brain for a few seconds, he hurriedly rushed to the door and opened the door, looked at Su Zimo with a smile and asked, "Zimo, is there something wrong?" ”

Looking at Lang Siyu's cheeks, which were as delicate as roses, Su Zimo was stunned for a moment, and his heart felt a little throbbing inexplicably.

"What's wrong? Is there anything on my face? Seeing Su Zimo staring at him intently, Lang Siyu touched his face and asked curiously.

Su Zimo turned around, smiled faintly, and shook his head, "No." ”

"Oh." Lang Siyu snorted, turned sideways, and invited, "Do you want to come in and sit for a while?" ”

"Is that okay?"

After all, their identities are different now.

Lang Siyu felt that there was something wrong with his ears, and looked at Su Zimo funny, "Why not?" Zimo, what's wrong with you? ”

Su Zimo smiled, walked into the room, looked around the room, his eyes fell on the dirty things wrapped in newspaper on the desk, frowned, and looked at Lang Siyu funny, "This is?" ”

Lang Siyu was startled, seeing that Su Zimo was going to get it, he hurriedly rushed over, took the first step to take the scarf wrapped in newspaper and hid it behind him, but the soles of his feet slipped, and he stumbled backwards.

Looking at the scarf spread on the ground, Lang Siyu's eyes suddenly widened bigger than the copper bell, and hurriedly pushed away Su Zimo's hand holding her, and picked up the scarf scattered on the ground.

"It's philosophical!"

How would he know.

Looking at Su Zimo's slightly sad eyes, Lang Siyu was slightly stunned and nodded straightly, "Hmm." ”

Su Zimo tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I didn't expect him to give you the only thing that Auntie left." ”

"Zimo, what did you say?" Lang Siyu didn't hear clearly, and asked again.

"Nothing." Su Zimo smiled, rubbed Lang Siyu's head lightly, stared at her with clear eyes as clear as water, and said slowly: "Siyu, let me ask you, you tell me honestly, is it okay?" ”

Why is it so serious all of a sudden.

Lang Siyu immediately straightened his back, his eyes were round, "Hmm." He nodded solemnly.

Su Zimo stared at Lang Siyu, his throat rolled, there were a thousand words blocked in his chest, he couldn't say it, he tried to comfort himself, and finally turned all his helplessness into a helpless sigh, "Do you like philosophy?" ”

In an instant, Minglei slashed over Lang Siyu's head, his brain went blank in an instant, his face became red, his expression was unnaturally hidden, and his heart was pounding like a naughty rabbit, "I~, I don't know." ”

, Lang Siyu unnaturally pulled up his sleeves.

Sure enough, that's fine.

Su Zimo smiled helplessly, as if he was being tightly pinched by the devil in his heart, and the pain was terrifying, "Listen to me Siyu." Su Zimo held Lang Siyu's shoulders with both hands and looked at her as if she had been entrusted with a heavy task.

Lang Siyu suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and looked at Su Zimo with a dodgy expression, "You say." ”