After these words came out, both of them were a little confused.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't think twice and just said what he was thinking.
After saying this, he suddenly became nervous. He quietly stared at Song Ci's reaction, fearing that Song Ci would be disgusted by his joke.
But deep down he felt that he had said nothing wrong.
He really sings well, although not as good as professionals, but at least better than the worst.
Speaking of his face, as I said before, it is a handsome face that has become a hot topic on the Internet.
Ahem, it’s a bit shameless, but that’s the truth.
I just don’t know what Song Ci thinks.
Song Ci's face turned red because of what he said. He said it so casually that made Song Ci think of a word - teasing.
Yes, that's it.
The tone was so casual and frivolous that she felt like she was being teased.
But she found herself actually considering the feasibility of this matter, which made her feel embarrassed to say it.
She didn't dare to look up, she closed her eyes and thought about Jiang Xingzhou's face... It was handsome.
She didn’t know how the singing was, she had never heard it before and wanted to give it a listen.
Thinking of this, Song Ci was suddenly diverted from his thoughts. He really wanted to listen to Jiang Xingzhou singing.
She secretly lifted her eyelids and saw Jiang Xingzhou's clothes. She looked up a little bit, then up a little bit, and then up a little bit more.
Eyes met.
Song Ci subconsciously wanted to escape, but unexpectedly Jiang Xingzhou suddenly smiled.
His hand came to her head and he started to ruffle her hair again, making it messy.
"… "
"Don't look at it. Let's go. Aren't we going to send a package?" Jiang Xingzhou picked up the box again and went to the door first. "Come and open the door."
Song Ci: “…Oh, okay.”
It was a hot day, so after sending the express delivery, the two went straight home without hanging around outside.
They sat on the sofa and held hands to desensitize themselves again after a long time.
The two of them held hands next to each other, and used their free hands to browse their respective mobile phones.
Jiang Xingzhou played with his mobile phone with his left hand, while Song Ci had small hands, so he used his right hand which he was used to.
They all opened their own videos and started reading the comments section.
Jiang Xingzhou noticed something was wrong as soon as he opened it. There were abnormally many comments on yesterday's video.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
Even if Cijiang responded to the comment praising him, there's no need to get so excited.
He clicked on it out of curiosity, and sure enough, there were an abnormally large number of second-level replies under Cijiang's comment.
Too abnormal.
But the next second he knew why.
The little black powder Cijiang who never replied to comments for thousands of years actually replied to the comments!!!
And the reply is to break up the couple.
She also revealed that she already has a boyfriend, and one can even speculate that her boyfriend is quite jealous.
You can't talk nonsense if you're not together.
The UP host and I don’t know each other, and there is no unrequited love between us. Please stop saying these things, or the UP host will be angry.
Don't do that, this is fake. Everyone, please don't do that, I have a boyfriend, he will be sad when he sees these words.
Looking at these replies, Jiang Xingzhou felt strange again.
I always feel that this tone is so familiar.
He turned his head to look at Song Ci who was looking down at his phone, and there was nothing unusual.
Jiang Xingzhou called out, "Song Dynasty porcelain."
"What's wrong?" The feedback from the comments was good. Song Ci was happy to read it. She was in a good mood and her tone was softer and sweeter.
Jiang Xingzhou hesitated for a moment and said, "Can we do an advanced desensitization treatment?"
"Ah?" Song Ci didn't understand.
Jiang Xingzhou got straight to the point: "That's it."
He let go of Song Ci's hand, moved his buttocks, almost close to Song Ci, then raised his hand and placed it on Song Ci's shoulder, pushing her head towards him.
"Come here and lean on my shoulder."
"Yes, that's it."
"But this doesn't seem comfortable. Why don't we lean on the sofa?"
Jiang Xingzhou said as he led Song Ci to lean on the sofa. He relaxed himself and pinched Song Ci's shoulder: "Don't be nervous, relax, just think of me as the sofa."
Song Ci: “.”
How could she treat a living person like a dead sofa
After hearing Jiang Xingzhou's comfort, she became even more nervous. Her whole body was as tense as a steel bar, and she leaned stiffly on Jiang Xingzhou's shoulder.
She didn't have much flesh on her body, so Jiang Xingzhou felt uncomfortable holding her like that.
Jiang Xingzhou could only pinch Song Ci's shoulders again and again, comforting her: "Relax, I'm not a cannibal. I did a good job just now. You don't have to be so nervous now. If you really can't help it, just treat me as your dad."
Song Ci looked up: "?"
Jiang Xingzhou: "Ahem, no, I just... I just want you to relax a little, isn't that a casual remark."
Awkward.
He whispered, "I can't let you treat me as your mother... the gender is wrong."
Song Ci: “.”
After a few seconds of silence, Song Ci buried her face in his shoulder. Soon, Jiang Xingzhou felt the shoulder he was holding trembling.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
"No, what's going on?" Jiang Xingzhou was so excited that he even spoke in reverse.
Song Ci shook his head, and the voice came from his shoulder, muffled: "No."
Jiang Xingzhou, however, heard a faint tremor from it.
You can't cry anymore, right
He couldn't sit still anymore and didn't care about anything else. He held Song Ci's head and lifted it up, revealing her red face.
Jiang Xingzhou was silent.
Laughing.
Song Ci's trembling sound came from laughing.
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
"You've learned bad things." Jiang Xingzhou almost gritted his teeth as he pinched the soft flesh behind Song Ci's neck, pinching it again and again.
Song Ci raised her neck to get rid of his hand and defended herself at the same time, but the smile on her face never disappeared, which made her look too weak: "... I didn't."
Jiang Xingzhou was speechless and sighed.
"I won't argue with you anymore."
He took Song Ci into his arms again: "What about now? Are you still nervous?"
"No." Song Ci adjusted her position and found a comfortable posture, "I'm not nervous anymore."
Jiang Xingzhou let out a short sigh, then took out his cell phone and placed it in front of the two of them.
"Let's watch it together."
"Okay." Song Ci was as well-behaved as ever.
"Have you seen the new video of Long-Mouth Zhou-chan?" Jiang Xingzhou asked first.
“Yes.”
Jiang Xingzhou was satisfied: "You have also seen Cijiang's comments, do you have any thoughts?"
When he said this, he consciously paid attention to Song Ci's expression.
But Song Ci was caught off guard and slightly surprised.
However, her surprise was pure surprise. She was surprised that Jiang Xingzhou would ask her these questions and that Jiang Xingzhou would discuss Cijiang with her again.
In order to protect her own vest, Song Ci said: "She actually praised the UP host again! Doesn't she hate the UP host anymore?"
In this way, in Jiang Xingzhou's eyes, her previous surprise turned into surprise at Cijiang's complimenting comments.
Jiang Xingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, but still kept a wary eye on her: "Why are you so surprised? Is this the first time you've seen her comment?"
"Yes," Song Ci looked up and blinked, "Look, she commented so late yesterday. I had already watched the video."
She spoke so innocently and sincerely, as if it really happened.