Jiang Yu didn't think too much about it.

She held a jar of biscuits in her arms and ate slowly, her eyes still glancing at another jar of biscuits packaged in different colors.

Thinking about it, I wonder if that can of red biscuits will taste better?

Jiang Xingyi added water to her, and found her a big bag to help her pack the snacks.

"You'll have to take the clothes later, it's inconvenient, so it's easy to take it."

"Thank you."

Jiang Xingyi's gaze swept over Jiang Yu's head.

I wonder if the little sister can let him rub his little head in order to thank him?

However, Jiang Xingyi didn't make this request after all, otherwise he seemed to be a bit like a pervert.

Although he has a house in the capital, he usually runs around the country and does not live at home for a few days a year.

Xia Lingwei knew this address, but she thought that Jiang Xingyi would not stay in the capital for long, and she was worried that there was no one at home and she would not be able to sign for it, so she left Jiang Zeyu's address.

But after the clothes were changed, when Xia Lingwei chatted casually with Jiang Xingyi, she found that he was still in the capital and did not leave.

Xia Lingwei was surprised, forwarded the clothes to him, and couldn't help but joke, it seems that there is a sister who is different, and the workaholic is actually willing to stay here as a sister stone.

Jiang Xingyi didn't talk to her poorly, he received the clothes, and he just had a reason to let the little sister come to his house.

He saved Jiang Yu's contact information, and hesitated when he was about to make a call.

Letting my little sister come to his house for a trip just took her clothes and left, which seemed a bit monotonous.

So, Jiang Xingyi thought of the last time he was in contact, Jiang Yu seemed to only show some interest in eating.

But as a singer, he doesn't eat snacks himself, so he asked a friend to recommend it, bought some food back, and waited until the goods were ready, and then contacted Jiang Yu to come over.

Fortunately, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this kind of favorite.

Jiang Xingyi patiently waited for Jiang Yu to finish eating the biscuits, but she raised her legs and walked away the next moment, asking, "Do you want to visit?" ”

When he is not working, he is very fond of purity, and in order not to be disturbed, he rarely brings friends to the house.

And when a friend came, he didn't want to visit his home as soon as he entered the door, how could there be someone like Jiang Yu, who sat down when he entered the door, and didn't even look around, as if he wasn't interested at all.

The hand of the person is short, Jiang Yu reluctantly agreed, "Yes." ”

Jiang Xingyi: It's an illusion, right? Why is there a reluctance on the little sister's face?

He took her around to look around, and when he arrived at a room, Jiang Xingyi introduced, "This is my personal music studio, which has been specially soundproofed, and I usually write songs at home." ”

There were a few musical instruments in the room, and the curtains were drawn a little halfway, allowing sunlight to penetrate and cast shadows on the wooden floor.

A piece of paper staggered from the chair and fell to the ground, falling at Jiang Yu's feet.

She picked it up and saw that there was a stave drawn on the paper, but it was only half of it.

Jiang Xingyi explained, "This song was written on a spur of the moment, but it was not finished, because the follow-up ideas were a bit stuck, so it has been shelved there." ”

Jiang Yu roughly swept it, and when he raised his eyes again, he looked at a piano placed in the room and asked, "Can you play it again?" ”

"Okay."

It is rare that Jiang Yu is interested, and Jiang Xingyi did not refuse.