Ye Sibai, who was in a hurry, heard this voice, subconsciously turned around, and half of the cabbage in his hand flew out directly.

The huge kitchen doesn't even have a place to stay at the moment

Vegetable leaves and rice grains were sprinkled all over the floor, and the cooking table was almost full of things.

And Ye Sibai is still busy at the moment.

"You, hiss......" Ye Sibai just wanted to speak, but her whole face wrinkled in pain.

Seeing this, Jiang Siyun hurriedly walked over.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Ye Sibai almost exploded, and stared at the man in front of him with a frank face in shock and anger, not knowing whether to be happy or angry.

What is this man's strange disease? When he got sick, he didn't like words, and he didn't remember anything afterward?

Thinking about it, Ye Sibai continued to boil porridge angrily, it was okay if he didn't remember, and it would be even more embarrassing if he remembered.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Siyun frowned, strode up to the young man, pulled him down to his side, lifted his smooth chin, and pried his lips open with his fingers.

I saw a shocking wound on the tongue, and there was faint blood coming out.

"What's going on?" The man's voice was cold, and he asked sharply.

Ye Sibai: "......"

Isn't your conscience hurt if you ask so justifiably?

"Hmm, I'm funny." I didn't want to bite it.

Jiang Siyun twisted his eyebrows: "I don't understand." ”

"Knock on the ......"

Jiang Siyun's brows became deeper and deeper, and he said that he didn't understand his vague words.

But I could guess that he was biting his tongue.

"Don't you go out with your brains? Biting yourself like this? The man reprimanded in a serious tone, expressionless.

Ye Sibai turned his head and looked around.

What about her knife? What about knives?

Jiang Siyun didn't continue to stimulate him, and glanced at the messy room without words, and turned around and walked out of the kitchen without looking at it.

Ye Sibai glared at the back of the male rao angrily, and after a while, he continued to boil porridge with this face......

……

Meng Shu, who hurried over with a medicine box, didn't have time to knock on the door, so he directly pressed the password and entered the house by himself.

Seeing that the old god was sitting on the sofa, Jiang Siyun couldn't help but be stunned, touched the sweat on his forehead and walked quickly.

"Are you alright?" He asked in surprise.

Just now, Jiang Siyun asked him to rush over immediately on the phone, thinking that he was going to get sick, but the person in front of him, except for being a little pale, how could he look sick?

"The tongue was bitten out in vain." The man's voice said lightly.

Meng Shu: "??? "What are you? Do you dare again!

Obviously a psychiatrist, is it easy for him to even know first aid if he is trained? Now that your tongue is bitten, you have to call him?

Meng Shu is angry! But......

"Who is in vain?"

As she was, Ye Sibai walked out with a bowl of porridge and put it on the dining table, then pointed at Jiang Siyun and then pointed to the porridge on the table, the meaning was obvious.

The tongue hurts and I don't want to speak.

Meng Shu: "......" He remembered here, Jiang Siyun didn't allow anyone to stay overnight?

Also, isn't this young man the last time I saw him in the old mansion? He looked at Jiang Siyun in surprise.

Isn't he really sick, and besides, he was cured by the young man in front of him?

As soon as he thought of this, he smiled, how could this be possible, what was Jiang Siyun like when he was sick, he knew better than anyone else, how could it be that a teenager could deal with it?

Jiang Siyun looked at the young man's busy hair messy and dirty cheeks, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a curvature, got up and walked over, leaving Meng Shu with a ghostly expression.

He's right? Jiang Dashao just now, are you laughing?

Jiang Siyun walked to the dining table, and as soon as he sat down, the smile on his face froze.

Turning his head to look at Ye Sibai, his eyes were blinking, with an expectant expression, and his face became even more gloomy.

"You're going to poison me with a few words?"