"Don't eat so many cold foods at night. Let me eat one for you." Jiang Xingzhou said with concern for Song Ci.
Song Ci felt that eating one or two was strange, so she didn't want to give in.
And is Jiang Xingzhou’s stomach really okay
She grumbled quietly, pushing all the problems onto Jiang Xingzhou's stomach: "Just don't eat. Your stomach isn't very good. You'll have a stomachache later."
Hearing this, Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help but have a row of question marks popping up above his head.
Does he have a bad stomach
What do you mean
How do we know about Song Dynasty porcelain
He felt that his stomach was quite strong.
He was quite touched that Song Ci cared about him, even when they were eating spicy hot pot in the evening. But now that he thought about it, it couldn't be because Song Ci thought he had a bad stomach that she didn't give him any spicy food, right
It's complete nonsense.
Song Ci added: "You drank tonight, go take a shower and go to bed, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow."
Jiang Xingzhou felt warm in his heart, this seemed to be the right reason.
He benefited greatly from this concern.
In return for courtesy, he said, "Why don't you just not eat this? These two won't matter. They've all melted into water. Just throw them away. Otherwise, you'll have stomach discomfort and won't be able to sleep if you eat the ice later."
He took the bag, took out two old popsicles, and threw them directly into the trash can: "Go to bed early."
Song Ci: “.”
spendthrift.
It's not a good idea to waste a mine at home.
But she had already thrown it away, so she couldn't just go back to the trash can and eat it. Moreover, this was exactly what she wanted, not to let Jiang Xingzhou eat it, so this result was not bad.
Song Ci pursed her lips, revealing her dimples somewhat reluctantly: "Okay then, good night~"
"I'll help you back to your room."
"Uh-huh."
Jiang Xingzhou stepped forward to help Song Ci pull him up from the sofa, and then supported her step by step to her room.
The corners of Song Ci's mouth curled up secretly, Jiang Xingzhou was quite considerate.
After entering the door and turning around, I saw Jiang Xingzhou separated by a door.
Song Ci smiled shyly again, stretched out her hand and made a "bye-bye" gesture to Jiang Xingzhou, with five slender white little fingers placed in front of her body, grabbing each other, which was very cute.
The voice was soft: "Good night~"
Jiang Xingzhou imitated her and laughed too: "Good night then~"
Song Ci giggled and hid behind the door little by little, blocking Jiang Xingzhou's sight and covering her hot face.
Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help laughing, and only turned around to take a shower after the door was closed.
Just after taking two steps, the door of the room opened again: "Jiang Xingzhou!"
Song Ci called him.
Jiang Xingzhou was helpless.
So clingy.
He turned around: "What's wrong?"
Song Ci realized belatedly that he had overreacted, so he slowly closed the door until only a crack was left, revealing his eyes.
"Wait a moment." His mouth was too close to the wooden door panel, and his breath sprayed on the door, making the sound sound unreal.
But it still has the usual soft ending tone of Song porcelain.
The door slammed shut again.
Jiang Xingzhou: “.”
Not knowing what Song Ci was up to, Jiang Xingzhou had no choice but to stand there and wait for Song Ci.
After a minute or two, Song Ci finally opened the door again, and the first thing that came out was a small jar.
Then Song Ci's voice sounded: "This is honey. You can soak it in water and drink it. It can help you sober up."
Before Jiang Xingzhou could react, Song Ci had already come out of the room, stuffed the honey jar into his hand, and then quickly returned to her room and closed the door.
Through the door, Song Ci's voice came again: "Jiang Xingzhou.
Good night.
Sweet dreams. "
Jiang Xingzhou looked down at the honey jar that was stuffed into his left hand and blinked.
this
After a moment's silence, Jiang Xingzhou laughed to himself.
Unable to hold back, he pulled out his phone with his free right hand and opened the group chat.
The group chat was as lively as he had imagined. He ignored their messy gossip and took advantage of the moment when Yang Songbai was sending a message to take a few photos of the honey jar in his left hand, and sent the picture before Wu Hangfei's message came in.
Ala who is ready to tear the family apart: Who comes home drunk and someone prepares honey for him to sober up
Ala who is ready to tear the house apart: Pushing glasses.jpg
After sending the message, he turned off the phone and put it back in his pocket, then focused his eyes back on the door in front of him.
After a while, he smiled and said, "You too, Song Ci, good night and sweet dreams."
**
Jiang Xingzhou woke up at around eight o'clock the next morning.
Thanks to Song Ci's honey water, he felt fine and had no after-effects such as headaches.
I picked up my phone out of habit and saw a bunch of messages on QQ. I had no doubt that it was the work of those three people.
Jiang Xingzhou thought back to what he did last night and suddenly felt like he deserved a beating.
A WeChat message came in, it was from Song Dynasty Porcelain.
Jiang Xingzhou simply ignored the message from QQ and clicked into Song Ci's dialog box.
Song Dynasty Porcelain: Jiang Xingzhou!!!
Songci: Someone who sells pots sent me a private message!
Song Ci: Want us to promote your products!
Song Dynasty Porcelain: !!!!!!!!!!!!
A series of exclamation marks are enough to prove the degree of surprise of Song Dynasty porcelain.
Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help but feel happy. It took less than a month from the preparation to the cooperation with this account. Many self-media accounts would envy it.
Xingyunzaizhou: That’s great.
Xingyunzaizhou: But don’t rush to reply, go to the homepage and take a look at the store first, then look at the reviews and if they are ok, then think about sending the finished product to try out for a while.
Xingyun Zaizhou: Congratulations to the little rabbit.jpg
Song Ci: Yeah, all up to you.
Song Dynasty Porcelain: Shy.jpg
行云载舟: pat on the head.jpg
Song Ci: Do we still want to go out for dinner together in the morning
Xingyunzaizhou: Of course.
Song Ci: Good!
Song Ci: Then I'll wait for you.
Jiang Xingzhou: “!!!”
Does that mean it's already been sorted
Jiang Xingzhou jumped up from the bed instantly, casually brushed his hair, took out a set of clean clothes from the closet, put them on, and went out.
Song Ci heard the voice, looked up, looked at Jiang Xingzhou's messy hair, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Morning."
"Good morning, wait for me, it will be ready soon." Jiang Xingzhou rushed to the bathroom in a hurry.
After washing up in no time, Jiang Xingzhou took a look at his overly flowing hair, wet it with water, and used the most primitive method to press his hair down.
"Okay, let's go."
"Okay~"
After a good night’s sleep, Song Ci’s waist was no longer as painful as last night and it did not affect her daily activities.
"Let's take a video of us having breakfast this morning," Jiang Xingzhou suggested.
"Then when does it start?" Song Ci asked very obediently.
"Now."
Jiang Xingzhou held Song Ci's little hand and turned on the video recording function.
"Breakfast vlog, start."