Every time I confess you are in love

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Song Jiayang looked at the shadow cast on the script, and slowly raised his head.

Jiang Sining looked down at Song Jiayang, his shoulder-length hair fell down, casting a shadow over his face, making him look gloomy.

Song Jiayang swallowed nervously, and stuttered a little: "H-hello, please, what's the matter?"

Jiang Sining looked at Song Jiayang with disappointment in his eyes, this kind of Song Jiayang was nothing like Le Qi.Being stared at by Jiang Shining, Song Jiayang felt even more frightened. She felt that if her feet didn't hurt so much, she should have rushed out.

"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Shining looked away, looking out of the window with a blank gaze, if Song Jiayang was not the only living person besides Jiang Sining here, Song Jiayang would never think that Jiang Sining was talking to her.

Mom! Help! Song Jiayang is panicking now!

Seeing that Song Jiayang didn't speak, Jiang Sining didn't ask any more questions, but instead went to the kitchen to cook.It was as if someone answered her from the window she was looking at.

The sun was shining outside, and Kesong Jiayang's hairs stood on end.Song Jiayang took the mobile phone and sent Wen Wantong a WeChat message, first sent a few rows of terrified expressions, and then wrote: Wen Mama, help!

Wen Wantong was having dinner with Chen Xiaojian when she received the WeChat message, and seeing the message from Song Jiayang, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chen Xiaojian poked his head for a look, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't she filming?"

Wen Wantong nodded, and while replying a message to Song Jiayang, said casually: "I guess I'm idle now."

Wen Wantong went back to Song Jiayang and asked her what was wrong.Song Jiayang came back almost instantly: I sprained my foot, and I am at Mrs. Jiang’s house, Mrs. Jiang’s daughter is so scary, hey, I want to go home!

Wen Wantong frowned, and called Song Jiayang.

Song Jiayang glanced at the kitchen, connected the phone, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to collapse when I hear Ma Ma. Teacher Jiang isn't at home, so it's just me and her daughter. Her daughter is so viscous, I'm really scared!"

"What's the situation? Then you haven't played these days?" Wen Wantong asked.

"No, Teacher Jiang was worried that my foot injury would be inconvenient in the dormitory, so she brought me here. The point is, you know one of the protagonists in this play, whose name is exactly the same as her daughter! I suspect this is the story of her daughter, I just don't know why the other person didn't show up." Song Jiayang was a little curious, but she didn't dare to ask Jiang Sining, but she didn't know that just as she finished speaking, a voice beside her suddenly said, "Because he died."

Song Jiayang was startled and dropped the phone on the ground in fright.She looked at Jiang Sining in a panic, her face turned pale.

Jiang Sining didn't go to see Song Jiayang, she picked up Song Jiayang's cell phone and handed it back to Song Jiayang.

Song Jiayang took the phone and kept her mouth shut. She didn't know when Jiang Sining stood here, and she didn't know how much she heard, but it's always wrong to talk about people behind their backs.

Jiang Sining came out to ask about Song Jiayang's taste, and Le Qi was particular about food because of dancing.Jiang Sining originally planned to follow Le Qi's taste, but Song Jiayang was not Le Qi, so he wanted to ask Song Jiayang's taste, but he didn't expect to hear Song Jiayang call.

Wen Wantong listened to the "boom" on the other side of the phone, then fell silent, and couldn't help becoming nervous.

"Yangyang? Yangyang?" Wen Wantong called Song Jiayang nervously, and the voice came from the phone clearly.

Song Jiayang said to Wen Wantong with some embarrassment: "I will contact you later." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Song Jiayang glanced at Jiang Shining, Jiang Xining still lowered his head, unable to see her expression clearly, but Song Jiayang felt that when she said that sentence, his whole body was enveloped by a kind of great sadness.She pursed her lips and apologized to Jiang Sining: "I'm sorry, I didn't know she had..."

"What flavor do you prefer?" Jiang Sining interrupted Song Jiayang, she had nothing to say sorry for, and Le Qi's death had nothing to do with her.

"Ah?" Song Jiayang was stunned for a moment before she realized, she shook her head, "I'm not picky about food..."

Jiang Sining didn't speak any more, turned around and went into the kitchen.

Jiang Man didn't come back at noon, only Song Jiayang and Jiang Sining had dinner together.Although Jiang Sining doesn't talk much, she should be a careful person.

Although Song Jiayang said that she was not picky about food, in fact she did not eat a lot of things.Song Jiayang and Jiang Shining were in the same lounge when the crew was eating, and she probably noticed some of Song Jiayang's eating habits, at least there wasn't anything Song Jiayang didn't like in this meal.

After a meal, Jiang Sining went to wash the dishes, and then went back to the bedroom.Song Jiayang looked at her back, and felt that infinite loneliness made people feel distressed.Thinking about the complaint with Wen Wantong just now, Song Jiayang felt ashamed.

"Sining." Song Jiayang couldn't help calling her.

Jiang Sining stamped his feet and looked back at Song Jiayang without any emotion on his face.

Song Jiayang looked at Jiang Shining, and tried to twitch the corners of his mouth: "Let's read the script together." After speaking, he looked at Jiang Shining nervously and expectantly.

Jiang Sining didn't speak, just turned his head and went back to the bedroom. After more than half an hour, he came out with the script.

When Jiang Man came back, the light in the living room was on. Song Jiayang and Jiang Sining sat quietly in the living room and read the script. Although neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

Jiang Man frowned slightly, for fear that Jiang Sining would empathize with Song Jiayang playing Le Qi.Of course, if Jiang Shining could get over the pain of losing Le Qi, Jiang Man would be happy to see it succeed, but if Song Jiayang was only regarded as Le Qi's shadow, it would only be a tragedy for both Jiang Shining and Song Jiayang.

When Song Jiayang heard the doorbell, he immediately looked towards the door. Seeing that it was Jiang Man, he hurriedly greeted him: "Mr. Jiang, you are back."

"En." Jiang Man responded, turned around and hung the bag at the door, and turned around again with a smile on her face.She glanced at Jiang Sining, and said to Song Jiayang apologetically, "I was busy at noon and forgot, what did you have for dinner?"

In the mother's eyes, her child must be the best, so Song Jiayang praised Jiang Sining without hesitation.

"Really?" Jiang Man smiled, not as happy as Song Jiayang expected, she looked at Jiang Si Ning and said, "I haven't eaten Si Ning's food yet."

Song Jiayang was tongue-tied, she was not praising Jiang Shining just now, this was basically stabbing Jiang Man in the heart.

Chapter 91 Chapter 91

In the evening, Song Jiayang washed up and lay down early, but Jiang Man didn't go back to the bedroom, but went to Jiang Sining's room.

Jiang Sining leaned on the bed, holding the sketchbook that stood up with one hand, and sketching on it with a pen in the other.

Jiang Man closed the door, stood at the door, looked at Jiang Sining silently, and said after a long time: "She's not Le Qi, she's just playing Le Qi, I hope you..."

Jiang Sining exerted strength with his hand, leaving an ugly scratch on the white paper.

"I know Le Qi is dead, you don't need to remind me over and over again." Jiang Sining glared at Jiang Man angrily, his chest heaving violently.

Jiang Man sighed, for Jiang Shining, she no longer knew what to do.She tried to atone for Le Qi and Jiang Sining by filming the Tenth Muse, and hoped that Jiang Sining would stop being so decadent.Jiang Man felt that not only Jiang Sining was sick, but she was also sick.

"Go out." Jiang Sining closed his eyes, his hand was shaking tightly holding the pen and Ben.

Jiang Man opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

Hearing the sound of Jiang Man closing the door, Jiang Sining suddenly slammed the sketchbook in his hand towards the door.

Song Jiayang was leaning on the bed and reading the script, and was so frightened by the sound that he sat up straight away.

Jiang Man's hand to open the door paused, then came in silently and closed the door.

Song Jiayang looked at Jiang Man's tired expression and wanted to comfort him, but felt unable to speak. How could an outsider get involved in other people's housework?

Jiang Man lay down on the bed silently, raised his hand to turn off the headlights on the bed, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness.