Zhou Yanqing didn't let Song Yu eat quick-frozen dumplings. Today, Song Yu didn't go to work and he also rested at home. In the afternoon, he went to buy vegetables and wrapped some wontons and put them in the freezer, which was just right for Song Yu to eat.
He entered the kitchen, and within a short while a bowl of steaming carrot and meat wontons was served on the dining table, and Zhou Yanqing also fried an extra poached egg.
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the hot pot meal at noon had already been digested, and Song Yu was really hungry. He thanked him and buried himself in what had become a supper.
Zhou Yanqing was afraid that Song Yu would be uncomfortable, so he picked up a book at random and sat on the sofa to read. He was three or four meters away from Song Yu, and he could see Song Yu's profile when he looked up.
After eating the wontons, Song Yu pushed Zhou Yan who was about to wash the dishes back into the sofa, and went to wash the dishes consciously.
Originally, Song Yu only planned to sit for a while and have dinner before going back, but this small house was so warm and comfortable that he couldn't move as soon as he sat down. Zhou Yanqing didn't say anything, and he offered to stay here for one night .
Zhou Yanqing lived in the second bedroom, but the master bedroom had everything he needed, and he could sleep with a quilt from the cabinet.
"Teacher Song, you should wear this set of pajamas." Zhou Yan lightly put the toiletries and pajamas in Song Yu's hands, "I'll get you a quilt, you go take a bath."
Song Yu glanced at the neatly folded T-shirt and shorts in his hands, and said with a smile, "I've worn this set."
When recording the show on the island, Zhou Yanqing had a fever. He went to take care of Zhou Yanqing at night, took a bath, and took away Zhou Yanqing's pajamas.
"Ah... yes, yes." Zhou Yanqing didn't expect Song Yu to remember, and replied vaguely in a panic, "It's clean."
Zhou Yanqing put away this set of clothes since Song Yu wore and washed them last time, and never wore them once, but occasionally he couldn't help his heart pounding when he saw them in the closet.
"Well, thank you." Song Yu held the clothes up to his nose and sniffed, "It's very fragrant."
He also raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan nodded lightly and then shook his head, he couldn't speak in a daze, he didn't know how to deal with Song Yu like this, he left the sentence "Then I'll go to bed first" and hurriedly opened the door and entered the room, two seconds Then he came out with his head down again, because he entered the master bedroom.
Song Yu smiled happily. He felt that he was very bad, and he actually liked seeing Zhou Yanqing's embarrassment and shyness very much, which made his heart soften like cotton candy, sweet.
"Over here." Song Yu held Zhou Yanqing's shoulders and led him to the door of the second bedroom, then turned around and walked towards the bathroom. The moment they passed each other, Song Yu stretched out his hand, and gently inserted his five fingers into the soft hair on Zhou Yanqing's forehead, lifting up a few strands of the other's hair.
A "good night" lingered in Zhou Yanqing's ears.
The next day when Song Yu woke up, it was already 9:00 in the morning. The thick curtains tightly blocked the light, and the room was completely dark. Only after looking at his mobile phone did he realize that it was already dawn, and he had slept for so long.
Song Yu put on his clothes and walked out of the room. The living room was quiet, and there was a shaver and a note on the dining table.
Zhou Yanqing's handsome handwriting was vivid on the paper. He said that he was going to work first. There was porridge and steamed buns in the pot for Song Yu to eat. Put the bowls and chopsticks in the sink for him to wash when he came back. He also said that the razor was newly bought, so he could use it with confidence.
Song Yu picked up the razor on the table, it was a different model of the same brand as the one he usually used, it was quite expensive, Zhou Yanqing probably went out to buy it in the morning, I don’t know how many places he went to get it .
"Fool..." Song Yu sighed softly, and went into the bathroom with a razor.
After breakfast, Song Yu walked directly to the company in a less crowded alley. On the way, he called Chai Richeng. The other party said that everything was ready and the post would be posted in the afternoon. Buy popular searches.
Song Yu responded, "You can figure it out."
"Okay." After a pause, Chai Richeng said again, "There is one more thing to tell you."
"What's up?"
"Do you remember the post that Liu Xuechen posted last time, I told you that there were a group of accounts that looked like a navy and not like a navy to gain popularity for that post in a planned way, I found out, and those are all yours Illegal fans, they have a illegitimate group that they can't easily enter. 'syasy'—that is, Han Jin, has a high appeal in this illegitimate fan group of more than 1,000 people, and he is the one who instigated those people For those who act as the 'water army', their group is very secretive, usually pretending to be ordinary fans, but in fact they will... In short, they are an abnormal group."
Song Yu was not surprised by what Han Jin did now, but he didn't express his disgust. No one likes being stared at by a pervert hiding in a corner.
Recalling the dream last night, Song Yu frowned deeply: "Can you deal with it?"
"I complained, and the group is gone." Chai Richeng said, "However, if this nest is gone, they can quickly build another one, and there is no way to stop it."
Song Yu knew that what Chai Richeng said was the truth, so he didn't say anything else.
After entering the company, Song Yu greeted Monica briskly, and walked towards her office under Monica's surprised eyes.
The door of the office was open, and Zhou Yanqing was sitting sideways with his back to the door, holding his hand with one hand as if in a daze. Song Yu could only see the back of a head with a full and round occipital bone at the door. He stepped in and didn't deliberately hide the sound of his footsteps, but the back of his head didn't move.
Song Yu raised the corners of his mouth, feeling mischievous, bent over to Zhou Yanqing's ear, and asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"
Hearing the sound, Zhou Yanqing subconsciously turned her head, her lips almost brushed against the tip of Song Yu's nose, before her brain could react, her body already had a conditioned reflex to lean back.
But he was not sitting in a rolling wheelchair that could slide, and stepping backwards on his toes directly caused the chair to fall backwards, and he was about to fall to the ground.
Song Yu quickly reached out and grabbed Zhou Yanqing's wrist through the sweater.
"Huhu—" Zhou Yan patted his chest lightly and took two sharp breaths.
Song Yu didn't expect to be able to scare people so hard, rubbed the tip of his itchy nose, and said apologetically, "I just wanted to tease you, but I didn't expect to scare you." He gently stroked Zhou Yanqing's cheek Back of head, "I apologize."
"No, no need." Zhou Yan regained his composure, and raised the corners of his lips in embarrassment, "It's because I was thinking too much about things."
"What are you thinking about?" Song Yu frowned, he didn't want Zhou Yanqing to worry about him anymore.
Zhou Yan raised his eyes lightly and glanced at the word document that was opened on the computer at will: "I am going to sign up for a script creativity competition, and I am revising the script."
It was true that he wanted to participate in this competition. Zhou Yanqing never thought of giving up the screenwriting industry, but this competition will only start to sign up next month. He didn't want Song Yu to see anything, so he lied.
Song Yu stared condescendingly at Zhou Yanqing's eyelashes, which were trembling rapidly because of anxiety, and immediately shifted his gaze to the computer screen: "Can I take a look?"
Zhou Yanqing didn't answer right away, hesitating while holding the mouse with his right hand.
Song Yu knew that Zhou Yanqing was always unable to refuse his request. Seeing the other party's hesitation, he felt itchy in his heart, but in the end he was unwilling to let Zhou Yanqing make things difficult. He said, "If you don't want to..."
"No." Zhou Yan looked up at Song Yu lightly, and said frankly, "Mr. Song, you have read a lot of excellent scripts, but I am actually afraid of making a fool of myself in front of you."
Song Yu patted his head: "I will only give you reasonable advice, and I have great confidence in you."
Zhou Yanqing's heart warmed, and he couldn't help but think of Song Yu in the classroom of the second year of high school. He shook his mouse and nodded: "Then I will send the electronic file to your mailbox."
Song Yu: "Okay."