Unlike him, when facing Zhou Tao, he always doesn't know what to say to her.
He called her again.
Zhou Tao had just finished a bowl of abalone porridge, and Song Yuchen was helping her clean up the garbage. Zhou Tao said it was not necessary, but Song Yuchen insisted on helping her.
The phone vibrated, and Zhou Tao saw that it was Lu Wenzhou. Song Yuchen was right next to her, and for some reason, she hung up the phone on him.
She didn't seem to want others to know that she and Lu Wenzhou were still in contact, even though the contact was not frequent, but she just didn't want others to know.
Song Yuchen smiled and said, "Who is it? Why don't you answer it?"
"It's a sales pitch. It's annoying. Thank you for giving me the porridge. It's late. You should go back soon."
Song Yuchen rubbed her head: "Zhou Tao, don't be so distant with me. Even if we can't be lovers, we can still be friends. You really don't have to feel any pressure. I won't put pressure on you. It's my business that I like you, and you can dislike me. That's your choice. I won't hate you just because you don't like me. Don't be defensive against me, okay?"
After saying this, Song Yuchen left. Zhou Tao stood at the door, stunned for a long time.
Lu Wenzhou's phone rang again. Zhou Tao sat on the carpet and answered the call.
"Are you still asleep?" This was the first thing he asked.
"Yeah, I'm just about to go to bed," she said.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"No."
Zhou Tao said awkwardly: "It's getting late, have you gone home yet?"
"not yet."
"Why don't you go back?"
Lu Wenzhou looked at the lunch box on the seat beside him and said in a deep voice, "I said I would bring you food."
Zhou Tao had no choice but to tell the truth: "In fact, Song Yuchen has already given me a bowl of porridge."
Lu Wenzhou heard his breathing become heavy.
"I ate a bowl of abalone porridge, so I probably can't eat anything else now."
"Song Yuchen went to see you. You have a very good relationship with him."
It wasn't a question, but rather a tone of envy that expressed itself clearly.
"He's good. He's a nice guy. We're friends. It's not tiring to talk to him."
This was almost like a knife cutting into Lu Wenzhou's heart.
What she meant was that it was not tiring to talk and get along with Song Yuchen, but it was very tiring to talk to you, Lu Wenzhou.
"That's very good."
Lu Wenzhou was a little annoyed at his poor words and his taciturnity. He knew Song Yuchen's personality, and he also knew that girls liked that kind of personality. He knew that he had to be gentle and eloquent with girls, and he knew that girls all liked warm men.
He also tried to learn it clumsily, but the results always seemed forced.
Perhaps it was because the autumn evening breeze seemed too bleak. Zhou Tao heard the loneliness in his voice. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she suddenly told him her specific address.
It wasn't until the doorbell rang that she came to her senses. What had she done
But she was the one who invited this person here, and she couldn't turn him away again.
She opened the door and saw Lu Wenzhou standing outside with a paper bag in his hand.
"I... I told you, I've eaten and I can't eat anymore."
"Put it in the refrigerator and eat it when you get home from work tomorrow night."
"Female stars are not allowed to eat midnight snacks every day, even if it's just porridge."
(End of this chapter)