Jiang Xingzhou scratched his head awkwardly and ran to wash up.
After washing up, Song Ci was still washing the dishes.
Jiang Xingzhou was a little confused.
Should I go and help
But the two of them weren't that familiar. Even though they had stayed in the living room together for so long and talked so much yesterday, it didn't mean that they were familiar enough to interfere with each other's affairs.
What Song Ci is doing now is equivalent to part of her career.
That being said, he really shouldn't say anything more.
So Jiang Xingzhou stopped, turned a corner and went back to his room.
Currently Jiang Xingzhou makes his own videos, watching TV series, writing scripts and editing them every day.
He is still young and energetic. He can finish making a video in one day, and then he posts the video every Wednesday and Sunday at noon. This way he can be said to have very free time.
So he has been deliberately slowing down his pace in the past period of time, occasionally dragging his feet to complete the production until the last minute, so that he can experience the feeling of working overtime.
But I was too annoyed yesterday, so I stayed up late to finish the next video.
It is still a costume drama, but there are too many flaws to complain about, so he divided it into two parts.
When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, his work efficiency was always incredibly high. Plus, he had an excessive desire to complain at that time, and that drama was just the right thing for him. He just complained without even thinking.
So by four in the morning, he had finished a video.
In that case, there is nothing wrong with him saying it was early. After all, he didn't go to bed until after four o'clock, and was always half asleep and half awake, dreaming that the ugly words turned into spirits to attack him.
Just when he was about to fight back, the sound of Song Ci brushing came over.
It's quite unpleasant.
But soft girls always seem to arouse people's desire to protect them, and people don't want her to hear even a harsh word.
For example, Song Dynasty porcelain is small and looks soft.
Just now, she lowered her eyebrows and apologized to him softly in a nervous and scared voice, but he couldn't say a single harsh word.
Now that I think about it, it was quite hopeless.
…
We still have takeout in the evening.
When Song Ci was passing by the living room while picking up the takeaway, it seemed that he was still in the kitchen, preparing to cook.
Jiang Xingzhou still had some expectations.
To be honest, if Song Ci really wants to be a food blogger, someone has to take care of the leftovers.
Song Ci's small arms and legs, and small stomach, were far from enough to hold so much stuff, so it naturally fell on him.
Please give me some advice. It’s not too much to ask for a free meal.
After getting the takeaway, Jiang Xingzhou casually wandered to the kitchen door, ready to supervise the progress of Song Ci.
Song Porcelain is not prepared to start making, it is just intended to start cooking again.
However, she didn't know how to do it, so she called her mother Yang Xiuli for help.
She had chosen this time of night on purpose because she had just got home from get off work and was ready to cook.
You can't say this during the day, or Yang Xiuli might find out, and then it will be troublesome if she finds out that you didn't go to work.
After the call was connected, she explained to Yang Xiuli clearly and concisely her plan to start a fire. Yang Xiuli also praised her for finally learning how to live.
Song Ci pursed her lips, being praised.
But she never expected Jiang Xingzhou to come to the kitchen at this time.
She found something to hold the phone in place, and the camera was positioned so that she could see the kitchen door.
Just like that, she was obediently following Yang Xiuli's instructions step by step, when suddenly, Yang Xiuli's voice stopped.
She was puzzled: "? Mom? Then what? What's the next step?"
Yang Xiuli raised her hand and rubbed her eyes in disbelief, then closed them tightly. When she opened them again, Jiang Xingzhou was still standing at the kitchen door, and seemed to have walked a little further inside.
Yang Xiuli's alarm bells immediately rang.
Who is this man
Why did you show up in the house your daughter rented
And why didn't you say a word when you got to the kitchen
What is his purpose
For a moment, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Yang Xiuli's mind. If it weren't for Jiang Xingzhou's face, she would have labeled Jiang Xingzhou a gangster long ago.
Of course, the face is not the most important thing. What is important is the takeaway food in his hand.
No criminal would carry a takeaway bag when breaking into a house.
For some reason, Yang Xiuli had a premonition.
The man opposite her might be the one who called her "Mom" a few days ago, the "colleague" mentioned by Song Ci.
Song Ci looked in the direction Yang Xiuli was looking at in confusion, and happened to meet Jiang Xingzhou's eyes.
When their eyes met, Song Ci felt a little embarrassed.
Mom must have seen it.
How should she explain it now
There are men in her family.
She had told her mother that she lived alone, but now a man suddenly appeared with a takeaway.
If I say that Jiang Xingzhou just moved in yesterday, then my mother would definitely not agree to her living with a man.
Song Ci was embarrassed, and soon her little face turned red.
She looked at Jiang Xingzhou with a pleading look.
Please don't say anything, Jiang Xingzhou, and don't let her mother discover her secret.
She didn't want to look for a job.
Jiang Xingzhou was still a little confused. Why did Song Ci's eyes suddenly turn red? Her big round eyes looked a little moist.
He looked like he was about to cry.
Jiang Xingzhou thought inappropriately that Song Ci's expression was really a foul.
I don’t know what would happen if I really cried.
By that time, her eyelashes would probably be wet, and she might even sob and hiccup because of crying so hard, and her body would move and tremble, making her even more adorable.
At this time, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ci Ci, who is he? Why don't you introduce him to me?"
Jiang Xingzhou came back to his senses, and Song Ci also came back to his senses.
By looking up at Jiang Xingzhou, she pushed back the tears that were about to flow.
After calming down, he glanced at Jiang Xingzhou again, and then answered Yang Xiuli's question: "He is the colleague I told you about last time."
Then, without waiting for the two to react, Song Ci continued: "It was the one a few days ago, the one who called me mom at the company. Didn't I tell you that he just happened to call his mother that day, and that's why there was that misunderstanding? You laughed at me last time."
Jiang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, and quickly pieced together a general idea from the information given by Song Ci.
Song Ci was most likely like him, hiding it from her family and not going to work. During the last embarrassing incident, she told her mother that he was her colleague.
Also, Song Ci could actually say so many words at one time, and her speaking speed was much faster, which was far different from her usual slow pace.
Jiang Xingzhou could understand her feelings, so he smiled and called out to the video: "Mom... No, hello, Auntie~ I'm Jiang Xingzhou, a colleague of Song Ci."
He has been praised since he was a child. With such good looks and well-behaved expressions and tone, he is quite intimidating.
Yang Xiuli was frightened for a moment.
I really believed what he said.
However, the next second, she realized something was wrong: “No, Cici, why did your colleague come to your house after get off work
… and carrying takeout.”