What the hell is going on......

Sikong Chu's fingers holding his chin rubbed back and forth along the contours of his face, looking like he was deep in thought.

A few days ago, Jiang Moliu came to the hospital to see him, completely depressed and depressed with malaise and loss of appetite.

At that time, Sikong Chu was sweetly eating the oranges fed to him by the little nurse, and suddenly felt an inexplicable black and oppressive aura swallowing up the pink romantic aura around him. He looked up, only to see a figure shrouded in black mist standing abruptly in front of the bed, so frightened that he shuddered, and bit the slender jade finger of the little nurse who fed him oranges, and then, there was a bright red slap mark on his face, which was shocking.

Sikong Chu covered half of his red and swollen face aggrievedly, glaring angrily at Jiang Moliu, who floated to his bed like a ghost, he simply covered the quilt, waved his hand at him in disgust, and asked him to put down his things and leave immediately.

Who knows, his body suddenly sank, and Jiang Moliu actually lay on him and sobbed quietly. Sikong Chu suspiciously lifted the quilt, only to see an adult man hugging him wrapped in a quilt, his head buried in the quilt, crying and forgetting himself.

"Young Master Sikong, what should my young master and young lady do!" Jiang Moliu cried.

From Jiang Moliu, Sikong Chu learned that not only did the awkward little couple not become intimate because of the skin-to-skin kiss that night, but they became more alienated and even stranger, which was not the result he wanted.

Jiang Moliu stood aside respectfully, offering his freshly peeled apple with both hands. Sikong Chu turned his head slightly, took a bite of the apple in Jiang Moliu's hand, chewed, swallowed, and wiped his mouth.

It's time for me to get out of the mountain, Sikong Chu thought proudly. After all, my title of "love saint" is not called in vain, any incurable diseases in love, as long as I am here, will be solved!

On the same day, Sikong Chu swaggered into Mu Yan's office, and gave Jiang Moliu a look on the side, with a confident look of "everything is wrapped in me", Jiang Moliu quietly gave him a "like" gesture, and then left the office.

About an hour later, Jiang Moliu was pacing anxiously outside the door, and suddenly, the door opened, and then Sikong Chu was thrown out.

"Don't help me, I can stand up......," Sikong Chu said stubbornly, raising his hand to stop Jiang Moliu.

"How? Is it failing again? Jiang Moliu asked anxiously.

Sikong Chu glanced at him: I have no conscience, shouldn't I be asked how I am at this moment?

Sikong Chu got up a little embarrassed, cleared his throat, straightened his crumpled coat, and said confidently: "Don't worry, he heard all my words......"

Jiang Moliu looked at him in disbelief, then at the closed door, and sighed in disappointment. He patted Sikong Chu on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, and then walked away without looking back.

Sikong Chu looked at Jiang Moliu who was gradually moving away in disbelief, and after a while, he yelled angrily: "Xiao Moliu, you have no conscience!" You've got to send me back! ”

Facts have proved that Mu Yan did listen to Sikong Chu's words and did what he said.

Sikong Chu put on a long-standing and far-sighted look, and persuaded Mu Cheng not to meet Mu Yueli for the time being, because there have been too many misunderstandings between the two, and they have established a huge gap in their hearts.

"Pull a distance first, and then slowly get closer to ......," Sikong Chu said, gesturing with his hand in the air.

Mu Yan didn't raise his eyes from beginning to end, his attention seemed to be focused on the files on the computer screen, as if he was not interested in everything he said, and completely took the gushing words as air.

Sikong Chu didn't mind, he knew him too well.

At this moment, although Mu Yan seemed to be concentrating on the documents and acting indifferent to his words, in fact, both ears were listening intently to his experience......