"You didn't lie to me." Song Yunshen saw that she drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, so he let go of his hand and poured her another cup.

Mencius's heart beat wildly: "I didn't lie to you about anything? ”

"Last night." Song Yunshen paused and looked at her with a smile, "You said you'll see you tomorrow, I thought it was you who said it verbally, but I didn't expect to really come to see me." ”

Meng Zijin held the small teacup in both hands, the heat came, she took it alternately with her fingertips, and finally told the truth: "Zheng Youhe brought me here, she said that she came to Guo Jiamu as an audience sparring partner, I just came to see it by the way, I didn't know this was your home." ”

This time, Song Yunshen didn't speak.

Mencius didn't drink this last cup of tea, and put it down after taking it for a while: "You weren't fine yesterday, why did you have a fever?" ”

"The seedlings of love are burning." Song Yunshen blurted out.

The air froze for half a second.

Song Yunshen coughed lightly, looked at Mencius's performance, and laughed embarrassedly: "Just ...... Inexplicably burned. ”

Mencius didn't sit upright anymore, leaned back on the sofa, pulled his lips and laughed: "Then you should have a good rest." ”

Song Yunshen took a sip of tea and raised his chin: "There is rest." ”

"But Guo Jiamu said you work from home." Mencius hesitated for a while, but finally reached out and took down the teacup in his hand and put it on the table, "I'm still sick, drink less tea." ”

Song Yun smiled meaningfully.

After sitting quietly for a while, he asked again, "No classes in the afternoon?" ”

"Hmm." Meng Zijin closed his eyes slightly, listened to the sound of the piano coming from downstairs, and opened his lips and said, "Many courses have ended, and we are waiting for the exam next month." ”

Then prepare all kinds of materials before graduation, and it is really goodbye to the student days.

I don't know if it's because of illness, Song Yunshen talked less than before, and the atmosphere fell into silence again, Mencius rubbed his hands against each other for a long time, and then waited for Song Yunshen to speak again.

"Take you around?" Song Yunshen didn't speak, but he was actually thinking about the new identity of his boyfriend, the transformation of this new identity, and he didn't have time to adapt to it, so he didn't think about what attitude to talk to her.

Worrying about being too close to her was stressful, and worrying about being too far away to fit her new identity.

Although it is fake, it is up to him whether it is true or not.

Mencius raised his lips: "Okay." ”

After getting up, she followed behind her, hesitated for a moment, stepped forward to walk side by side with him, and her two hands were also eager to try: "Can it be done?" Or I'll hold you. ”

The corners of Song Yunshen's mouth twitched unnaturally.

"Mencius." Calling out her name with a helpless smile, Song Yunshen put his hand on the two hands she stretched out, "At my age, I don't have a fever and can't even walk." ”

Mencius watched his movements silently, and his sudden approach made her slightly stunned, and finally couldn't help but complain: "It's not like it." ”

Song Yunshen laughed, but he didn't take his hand back.

I didn't know that Song Yunshen was so big before, and Mencius felt tired after taking a few steps, so he was simply lazy, and grabbed his arms with both hands, and he didn't have any strength at all.

Song Yunshen could see through her careful thoughts at a glance.

His house belonged to the new Chinese style, but it covered a large area, and it took several minutes to walk around the garden in the back, and Mencius yawned uncontrollably.

At this time, it was just noon, and the sun above his head was so hot that it could dry people, and Mencius had white skin, but his cheeks were a light pink after being sunburned.

The bangs were blown up by the wind, revealing a smooth forehead and thin beads of sweat.

"You live here alone? Do you take care of all these flowers? Mencius withdrew his hand, squatted down and sniffed lightly on a bud.

Relaxed, even a little satisfied.

Song Yunshen chuckled: "Well, if you live alone, there are more gardens, and most of them are taken care of by gardeners." ”

"What about your family?" Mencius got up and patted the pollen on his body.

She just asked subconsciously, but she didn't expect Song Yunshen to hesitate for half a minute.

It's like being asked about the sore spots.

Mencius reacted: "It's okay, it's inconvenient to say it, you can not say it, I'll just ask casually." ”

Song Yun looked at her fixedly.

I don't know, her casual questioning is what he has been looking forward to for a long time.

"It's been a long time since my mother died, so long that I can't remember how many years." Song Yunshen took the initiative to talk about his family for the first time, "My father is in the north, Qizhou. ”

Meng Zijin couldn't help but raise her head to catch the faint sadness in his eyes, she rarely comforted people, especially men, pursed her lips, she followed his movements, raised her hand and hooked his fingertips: "No wonder you are so powerful, it turns out that your aunt is bless you in heaven." ”

Song Yun lowered his eyes, looked at her cautious expression, coughed and laughed, and clasped her hand in his hand with his backhand: "It's the first time I've heard this explanation." ”

"If that's the case, she should bless me—"

He suddenly paused for a few seconds, which provoked Mencius to ask, "What bless you?" ”

Song Yunshen smiled and diverted the topic: "It's nothing, let's go, take you into the house, it's too sunny." ”

"You just know that my face is hot." Meng Zijin subconsciously withdrew his hand and touched his cheek.

Song Yun squinted at her: "Indeed." ”

Red is red, but it's still good-looking.

Meng Zijin was familiar with the road this time, so he walked in front by himself, Song Yunshen looked up at the sky, and suddenly laughed.

If this is the case, he hopes that his mother can bless him to marry his sweetheart as soon as possible.

And the sweetheart is the person in front of you.

It's her Mencius.

Zheng Youhe didn't stop playing the piano, Mencius didn't bother, and went directly to the refrigerator according to the route Song Yunshen said, and took a bottle of peach-flavored soda from inside.

"Have you taken your medicine?" Meng Zijin suddenly remembered that he was still a sick person.

Song Yunshen shook his head: "Okay, no need to eat." ”

"Eat?" Mencius asked again.

Probably the most asked question when the two got along in the first few months was whether to eat or not, and Mencius formed a habit of subconsciously asking when he arrived at the meal.

"Hmm." Song Yunshen sat down on the sofa, saw the tea stains on the desktop and twisted his eyebrows slightly, picked up a cloth and gently wiped it off, and finally stood up slightly to tidy up all the desktop.

Mencius tilted his head to look at it, and the corners of his lips smiled slightly.

The big president is still a bit obsessive-compulsive.

"I just looked, you have ingredients in the refrigerator." Mencius sat down, the heat on his face not yet dissipated.

Song Yunshen wanted to impress her.

Meng Zijin smiled: "There are stocks in the refrigerator to prove that you will definitely cook, so I wonder if you are lucky enough to have a lunch made by Mr. Song today?" ”

Song Yunshen: "......"

Yes, I'm used to her fake politeness, but I forgot that this is the real her.

Quirky and joking.

"Mencius, you feel sorry for your illness." He said so, but he was already walking towards the kitchen with his feet.

"I'll do it." Meng Zijin followed expectantly, "When you finish playing the song, I'll ask Guo Jiamu to come over to help you." ”

"With me without him, with him without me." Song Yunshen turned his head and said this slowly.

Mencius suddenly got Song Yunshen's interest.

Aside from the identity of the president, he is actually a very good person to get along with, and I don't know which of the words uploaded on the Internet that said that he was ruthless was released blindly.

Afraid that Mencius would not understand, Song Yunshen explained while taking the ingredients: "I can cooperate with Guo Jiamu in everything, and working together in the kitchen will only be a big battle." ”

Mencius couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why?" ”

After thinking about it for a while, Song Yunshen picked up a tomato and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Tomatoes." Mencius replied solemnly.

Song Yunshen raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Yes, it's a tomato, but Guo Jiamu calls it a tomato." ”

Mencius: "......"

After his eyes widened, Mencius couldn't help but explain: "But it's really called a tomato, it's a tomato, it's also a tomato. ”

"I know." Song Yunshen raised his eyebrows, "But I prefer to call it tomatoes, and Guo Jiamu calls it tomatoes, and I don't change my life." ”

Mencius: "......"

She suddenly understood what Song Yunshen meant.

"Also, Guo Jiamu is sick and delicate, and he can't eat a little spicy." Song Yunshen's eyes were full of contempt.

"Poof." Mencius laughed mercilessly.

She had also heard this in Zheng Youyou.

After teasing her, Song Yunshen stopped talking about other topics and began to prepare dishes seriously.

Mencius said that he was helping, but in fact, he was standing on the side and watching, Song Yunshen didn't let him do this, and in the end there was nothing else to do but stand and look at him.

He was washing with a bell pepper in his hand, splashing a little water on his clothes, seeing this, Mencius looked away to find something, locked his gaze, and walked over to take off the apron hanging on the hook.

"That...... You tie this on. Mencius opened his apron, and the two looked at each other, suddenly embarrassed.

"You bow your head, I'll help you set it up." Mencius saw that his hands were wet and the work in his hands was not finished, so he simply started to help.

Song Yunshen lowered his head and bent his lips silently.

"Turn around." Mencius stretched out his hand and gestured.

Song Yunshen did so.

"Alright." As if looking at his own work, Mencius smiled proudly.

If nothing else, this appearance alone is enough to make people's hearts move.

Mencius stood beside him and looked at him, thinking that this was probably the charm of a mature man.

Soul-striking.

"Mr. Song personally cooks today?" The sound of the piano had stopped for a while, and after a while, Guo Jiamu's voice arrived before himself.

Song Yunshen didn't care about him at all.

Mencius was very gossipy, so he asked, "You have lived with him for so long and have you never eaten his cooking?" ”

"Who cohabits with him?" Song Yun snorted coldly.

"How can it, he has never been in the kitchen." Guo Jiamu rolled his eyes, and the two voices overlapped.

Mencius: "......"

She was really curious about what kind of fate had entangled these two people together.

Song Yunshen raised his eyes, ignored Guo Jiamu, and turned to look at Meng Zijin: "This place is far away from the company, I live in the city on weekdays, and I only come back on weekends to live, Vice President Guo doesn't have that blessing, and he can't see me cooking." ”

"Oh, that's it." Mencius nodded symbolically.

After laughing for a while, I noticed the mobile phone held up in the living room.

Zheng Youhe took pictures of her and Song Yunshen's eyebrows for about a second, and they will always be on the front line.