攻略偏执狂[快穿] 2

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　　Ruan Tang looked at his movements and suddenly asked: "Do you like her?"

　　Song Yan's hand froze: "What?"

　　"Do you like Jiang Fei?" Ruan Tang asked again.

　　Song Yan let go of her, and she fell silent, her expression slightly tense, and she remained silent.

　　There was a faint light in Ruan Tang's eyes: "Song Yan, did... something happen? That's why you suddenly had such a big change?"

　　"Did Jiang Fei force you to do this..."

　　"Ruan Tang." Song Yan's voice was deep.

　　Upon hearing this, Ruan Tang's face turned pale, she looked at him aggrievedly, and the next second she turned around and walked toward the school gate angrily.

　　Song Yan looked at her back, looked away for a long time, looked at the artificial lake in front of him, and let out a breath.

　　Why do you feel panic when you hear Ruan Tang say "Jiang Fei forced him to do it"?

　　This is obviously true.

　　She used work, a debt, and her grandma to force him to accept her closeness, force him to do things she didn't like to do, force him to kiss her in the banquet hall in front of so many people...

　　What is he afraid of?

　　Afraid that Ruan Tang would know that he was sanctimonious in front of others, but he made such a despicable deal with Jiang Fei?

　　Or was he afraid... For a moment just now, if Ruan Tang hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that he was forced by Jiang Fei?

　　Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat suddenly rose up on Song Yan's back, and he turned around and left in a panic.

　　This is the first time Song Yan has been riding a bicycle home alone.

　　No one put their arms around his waist, and no one stepped on the pedals to stand up and lean on his shoulder to say something. It was very quiet.

　　Back downstairs, Song Yan looked up at the window out of habit.

　　It was pitch dark, with no light.

　　Song Yan lowered his eyes. Jiang Fei was so arrogant. He ran out of the banquet hall. How could she come here again?

　　Just when he walked to the door of his house, Song Yan suddenly thought of the scene where he came back from work one night and just opened the door, and Jiang Fei hid behind the door to scare him.

　　At that time, grandma was sitting on the sofa and watching with a smile, and Jiang Fei stared at him with pride.

　　Song Yan smiled, took out the key and opened the door, and then the smile gradually disappeared.

　　The living room was obviously very narrow, but it seemed empty and dark.

　　"Xiao Yan is back?" Grandma's voice came from the master bedroom.

　　Song Yan responded.

　　"How about dancing with Feifei?" Grandma asked again.

　　Song Yan was startled and said nothing, just sitting quietly on the sofa.

　　He didn't have time to be sick. At this time, he should go to the kitchen and make his own dinner.

　　But he didn't even bother to move.

　　The next second, Song Yan thought of something and took a breath of air.

　　Is this Jiang Fei's purpose? Invade his life without leaving a trace and make him get used to her presence?

　　Song Yan stood up almost angrily and went back to the bedroom. He changed out of his dress and lay on the bed. The sky outside the window was pitch black.

　　He has always been used to being deserted, and now is no exception.

　　After staying up for a long time, Song Yan never felt sleepy, and even his usually calm heart began to feel anxious.

　　Until dawn was approaching, Song Yan finally felt sleepy, but before falling asleep, he was thinking:

　　Just wait until tomorrow.

　　Tomorrow, Jiang Fei will be fine when he comes for tutoring.

　　But!

　　The next day, Song Yan sat on the sofa, looking at the silent door with a heavy expression.

　　Grandma said puzzledly: "Xiao Yan, today is not Saturday?"

　　"yes."

　　"Saturday is not the day for you to tutor Feifei?" Grandma slowly walked to the window and glanced downstairs, "At this time in the past, it was time for Feifei to come."

　　Song Yan pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

　　Until the evening, there was no knock on the door.

　　The old man glanced at Song Yan, who was sitting silently on the sofa: "Xiao Yan, are you having trouble with Feifei?"

　　Song Yan was startled.

　　Was it considered a quarrel with her yesterday?

　　He has been forced to obey her all this time, and she said yesterday that she would give him one night of freedom.

　　"Xiao Yan?"

　　Song Yan came to his senses and stood up: "Don't think too much, I'm going to cook." After saying that, he got up and got into the kitchen.

　　The old man looked at his back: "Do more and save time for people to come later."

　　Song Yan said nothing.

　　He vaguely knew that Jiang Fei would not come today.

　　It's just that when adding rice, I still "accidentally" put in a little more.

　　As expected, Jiang Fei didn't come.

　　That night, Song Yan lay in bed. He only slept for three hours yesterday, and he still couldn't sleep today. He stayed up until the sky turned white before he managed to fall asleep.

　　But on Sunday, by noon, there was still no one there.

　　Grandma was still talking, standing at the window and looking out.

　　Song Yan clutched her cell phone while he tutored her. She didn't come unless she asked for leave. He should have asked her.

　　Even if it's just as a "tutor".

　　…

　　When Jiang Fei received Song Yan's call, he was eating fruit and heard the system report that Song Yan's favorability was fluctuating violently.

　　The phone rang and she picked it up.

　　The other side was quiet for a while before Song Yan's voice rang out: "It's me."

　　Jiang Fei responded with a smile: "Classmate Song?"

　　Song Yan paused: "You didn't come to tutor yesterday."

　　"Ah?" Jiang Fei pretended to be surprised, "I thought Classmates Song and Classmate Ruan had an appointment yesterday."

　　"..." Song Yan was silent for a few seconds again, "Come here in the afternoon and I will help you make up for what you missed yesterday."

　　"Today?" Jiang Fei was embarrassed, "The driver went out and there was no one to take me there."

　　"Jiang Fei!"

　　Jiang Fei said innocently: "Then let's wait for another day."

　　After that, hang up the phone.

　　"...No appointment." Song Yan said with a dull voice.

　　Jiang Fei raised his eyebrows and glanced at the driver who was chatting with his aunt outside the French window: "But the driver at home really went out."