攻略偏执狂[快穿] 2

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　　Jiang Fei should go back.

　　fine……

　　As he was thinking this, a car suddenly drove over in front of him, and its dazzling headlights swept past him.

　　Then, the car stopped.

　　Song Yan's expression paused and he stared straight at the car, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

　　The next second, the car door opened, and a girl walked out holding an umbrella, wearing a one-shoulder dress, revealing her white shoulders.

　　Song Yan froze and looked at the girl who was standing on the roadside looking at him. The umbrella in her hand looked very familiar.

　　It was the one he had given her.

　　Jiang Fei.

　　Song Yan's breath tightened, and he felt panicked in his heart.

　　He never cared about other people's opinions, and was even confident in his own abilities. But at this moment, in front of such a bright Jiang Fei, he only felt an unprecedented inferiority complex.

　　She saw him in his most embarrassing state.

　　Song Yan turned around and was about to change direction.

　　"Song Yan!" Jiang Fei suddenly spoke, calling his name crisply.

　　Song Yan's steps froze and he continued to move forward.

　　"Song Yan!" Jiang Fei called him anxiously, walked a few steps quickly and stopped in front of him: "Go home."

　　Song Yan's throat tightened as he listened to her commanding tone, and his voice became colder. He lowered his eyes and said, "I still have to work."

　　After saying that, he would go around her.

　　Jiang Fei stopped him again: "What kind of work?" After speaking, he opened the box on the side and said, "It's just a few takeaways. You go home."

　　Song Yan's hands were clenched tightly, and Jiang Fei opened the lid of the box, seemingly also lifting the fig leaf he had been pretending to be proud of.

　　He and she were originally from two different worlds.

　　What he got with all his efforts might just be something she looked down upon.

　　"My work has nothing to do with Classmate Jiang." Song Yan almost squeezed out these words from his throat, and then walked away.

　　But before he could take a few steps, the car was snatched away by Jiang Fei, and she thrust the umbrella into his hand.

　　"Jiang Fei!" Song Yan's voice was hoarse, and he staggered slightly because of the pain in his legs.

　　Jiang Fei turned to look at him: "I told you, it's just a few takeaways, you don't have to work so hard."

　　Song Yan laughed sarcastically: "What? Classmate Jiang, do you want to give me money to buy these?"

　　Anyway, he was just a plaything that she deliberately approached, and she had too many tricks to humiliate him.

　　Jiang Fei was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Give you money?"

　　"You think beautifully."

　　Song Yan frowned and looked up at her.

　　Jiang Fei didn't look at him anymore, pushing the car forward: "I asked you to go home, and if you don't come back, let's go together."

　　Song Yan looked at her back walking in the rain: "What on earth are you going to do?"

　　Jiang Fei didn't speak, his long hair was stained with tiny raindrops and slowly swayed behind him.

　　But Song Yan soon found out.

　　Jiang Fei parked the car at the entrance of a community, took out a takeaway and got up and walked in.

　　She is helping him.

　　This Jiang Fei, who was obviously in a different world from him, a wealthy young lady who had no fingers in the water, was helping him.

　　One house after another, until the last house, it is an old community, on the sixth floor.

　　Jiang Fei walked up without saying a word.

　　Song Yan stood downstairs and waited. Through the window, she watched the voice-activated lights light up one by one, guessing which floor she had reached.

　　Then the lights dimmed layer by layer.

　　There were footsteps in the corridor.

　　Song Yan stared blankly at the exit until a figure in white walked out of it, covered with a faint yellow light. His cheeks were slightly red from climbing the stairs, there were a few beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and his lips were as red as blood.

　　She walked up to him, looked up at him, and said in her usual arrogant tone, "Go home."

　　Song Yan's fingers trembled slightly, and at that moment, he felt that his surroundings were plunged into darkness.

　　Only she is bright.

　　My heart beat hard.

　　Song Yan's favorability rating: 50.

　　Song Yan didn't know how he got home.

　　Grandma was so worried that she couldn't sleep. When she saw him coming back, she said over and over again: "As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."

　　Jiang Fei coaxed grandma to go back to her room to rest.

　　Song Yan was sitting on the bed in his room. He obviously didn't have the white dress and had changed the quilt, but the faint fragrance in his nose still swept toward him unscrupulously.

　　There were sounds in the kitchen.

　　Not long after, Jiang Fei came in with a bowl of steaming lean meat porridge and handed it to him.

　　Song Yan looked at the porridge, then at Jiang Fei, her lips moved, and her voice was low and hoarse: "Can you cook?"

　　"Of course," Jiang Fei sat casually on the chair beside his bed, "I never said I couldn't, I just didn't want to."

　　Song Yan looked at her steadily and said nothing.

　　"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Fei came to him. He thought of something the next second and looked down at his legs. "Can you still dance? I can't find anyone else."

　　Song Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he followed her gaze to look at his legs, feeling inexplicably bitter in his heart.

　　He knew that she deliberately approached him because of Shen Fang.

　　That's why she can say "find someone else" so easily.

　　"Don't want to eat?" Jiang Fei looked at him holding the porridge but not moving, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then why not practice..."

　　As she said that, she made a move to get in front of him.

　　Song Yan, however, quickly moved aside to avoid her approach, then lowered his head and drank the porridge in mouthfuls.

　　Jiang Fei looked at Song Yan who lowered his eyes and no longer looked at her. This was the first time that Song Yan avoided him during this period.

　　She hummed softly, turned around and walked out.

　　"Jiang Fei." Song Yan called her.

　　Jiang Fei did not look back, only stopped.

　　Song Yan didn't speak anymore. He got up from the bed with a pillow and quilt, passed Jiang Fei, walked to the sofa in the living room, and squeezed out the word "can" for a long time.

　　The lights went out.

　　Song Yan slept on the sofa again.