The host is charming and charming

Chapter 142 The Sick Junior Begged Me to Coax Him Again (25)

Leng Li winked mischievously at him, and said, "Guess."

Song Yan paused, "Leng Li, have you learned how to skip class?"

Zhao Yuanyuan came later, covered her lips and smiled, "She's kidding you, our rehearsal has been changed to tomorrow."

Seeing that both of them had come, Leng Li stood up and stretched, then hooked the side bag in his hand and threw it back, quite unrestrained, "Okay, you guys are finally done, it's just about time, let's eat go!"

With a soft "pop", Song Yan caught a glimpse of paper falling out of Leng Li's backpack, and it just fell to Song Yan's feet. Song Yan had no choice but to bend down to pick up the thing, "You lost it."

The paper in my hand is a bit thick, and the cover is a contract.

Song Yan accidentally saw the word "sea of ​​clouds", and he froze immediately while maintaining the posture of handing it out.

Leng Li let out an "oops" and hurried to pick it up, but Song Yan held it tight.

She glanced at Song Yan suspiciously, and said, "Song Yan, why are you in a daze?"

Song Yan let go, "Did you buy an oil painting?"

"correct."

Leng Li put the contract back into her bag, as if thinking of something, she opened the phone album and approached Song Yan, saying:

"Song Yan, help me take a look, will your brother like this painting?"

Xia Yu and Zhao Yuanyuan were packing their things beside them, and they didn't notice the movement on their side.

Song Yan held his breath subconsciously. When he saw the true face of the painting, his eyes flickered slightly, and he asked strangely:
"You bought this painting for my brother?"

"Isn't it almost his birthday? You haven't said it yet. What do you think of this gift?"

There was some anticipation in Leng Li's eyes, Song Yan nodded stiffly, "Well, very good."

He understood, he understood everything, it turned out that everything was an oolong.

Zhaoge took out this painting that day, not just looking at things and thinking about people, but taking it out for packaging.

The person who wants to give the painting is Leng Li;

It was Leng Li who wanted to express his feelings.

It was he who misunderstood her.

Song Yan's eyes dimmed. He had always misunderstood her, but stubbornly refused to listen to her explanation.

Thinking of what he said and questioned Zhaoge that day, Song Yan only felt that Zhaoge's slap was too light, and he was really a jerk.

Leng Li, who was on the side, didn't notice his vision, and stared at the picture to appreciate it again, "Really! I think so too! You have to keep it a secret for me."

"Hmm. Leng Li, you guys go to eat, I..."

Before Song Yan finished speaking, Xia Yu hooked his neck from behind and walked out with his shoulders on his back, "Oh, let's go, we haven't had dinner together for a long time, you don't want to run away again."

Song Yan, who was about to sneak away, was guessed and fell silent for a while.

He was absent-minded throughout the meal.

Clicking on Zhaoge's profile picture, the conversation between the two had stopped several days ago.

Song Yan typed and deleted a passage, deleted and subtracted, and threw the phone on the table in a somewhat depressed mood.

In less than a minute, he picked up the phone again, and opened Zhaoge's circle of friends with some hesitation.

Zhaoge's circle of friends is visible for three days, so he clicked in tentatively.

Sure enough, it was blank.

The anticipation in Song Yan's eyes slowly disappeared, and just as he was about to exit, he saw a new development.

No text, just two random photos.

The angle is also very casual, but the person in the photo is very eye-catching, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, lazy and bright.

The background is an unfamiliar place.

It seems to be indoors, very empty, there are several paintings on the side, and the packaging of one has only been half-opened, revealing a brightly colored corner.

He took a quick glance at the location. She seemed to have mentioned this place, and the art exhibition will be held here soon.

Song Yan pressed the phone off, and soon had a plan in mind.

The next day, Zhaoge was pulled up by Yu Shuhuan early in the morning to see the venue.

The person in charge of the venue communicated with Yu Shuhuan about the details, and Zhaoge added a few sentences from time to time, trying to make adequate preparations for this exhibition.

Holding the plan in her hand, she went through the layout of the venue in her mind.

When Yu Shuhuan looked over from the corner of his eye, he happened to catch Zhaoge secretly yawning.

She greeted the person in charge and walked over, took the plan out of her hand and said, "Sleepy? It's almost here, why don't you go back and catch up on sleep."

"It's okay, it's a normal physiological reaction."

Yu Shuhuan's eyes fell behind Zhaoge, and the slowly approaching figure moved over and said, "Yes, your savior is here."

Zhaoge turned his head in confusion, and was a little surprised when he saw the person coming, "Li Chaoyun?"

Li Chaoyun raised the packing bag in his hand, and said: "I just passed by, and I heard from Shu Huan that you are here, so I stopped by to have a look. I bought coffee, and I came to have a taste."

"Come here, and bring a drink. How embarrassing."

Yu Shuhuan chuckled and teased a few words, and distributed the other coffee to others.

Zhaoge picked out a cup of iced coffee and thanked him, "Your coffee came just in time, thank you."

Li Chaoyun smiled lightly, "You're welcome."

Seeing some drops of water on the iced coffee cup, Li Chaoyun took out a tissue from his arms and stretched it towards Zhaoge.

This scene happened to be bumped into by Song Yan at the door. At this moment, the dessert and coffee in his hand seemed a bit redundant.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself."

Wipe your hands for help, this action is a bit too intimate.

Li Chaoyun's paper was stretched halfway, Zhaoge refused his kindness without any trace.

The wetness on the fingers was sucked away by the paper towel, Zhaoge glanced towards the door from the corner of his eye, there was no one there.

Just as Song Yan closed the car door, the phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

After seeing the caller's name, the loneliness in his eyes flashed. The next second he picked up the phone and said in a deep voice, "Hello?"

"Song Yan, I'm back home. You have to come over to welcome me tonight. I haven't seen you in a few years. I miss you so much!"

The person on the other end of the phone was his good friend Zhou Yanming, who was sent abroad by his family for advanced studies a few years ago because he was too messed up, and was not allowed to come back for several years.

Song Yan laughed lightly, and scolded, "Who is who, old man? You didn't tell me in advance when you returned home."

"Isn't this a surprise for you?"

"Shock or surprise?"

"Oh, don't be poor with me, just say you can't come!"

Song Yan leaned back a little, raised his wrist to look at the time, "time, place."

In the evening, when Song Yan pushed open the door of the box, almost everyone had already arrived.

"Brother Yan!"

"Song Yan, you have to be careful. Zhou Yanming just said that he must get you drunk today."

There were seven or eight boys sitting inside, and a few of Song Yan looked at him and nodded to each other as a greeting.

The howling singing in the box stopped, Zhou Yanming dropped the microphone and ran over, wanting to give Song Yan a big bear hug, "Little Yanyan, do you want me to come?"

Song Yan put his hand against his chest, blocking him half a step away, and said with a half-smile: "Zhou Yanming, aren't you afraid that your boyfriend will be jealous now?"

(End of this chapter)