I don't think the plot is right!

During the Spring Festival, most jobs will be vacant, and it is not so easy to check tenant information.

So until the night of New Year's Eve, Song Yuan could only stand on the balcony and stare at the flower bed in a daze.

Cheng An was "in poor health", Song Ange didn't have much appetite for Cheng An, and Song Yuan couldn't eat anything.The good New Year's Eve dinner was spent in the awkward silence of the three of them.

And Fang Jiashu was indeed in a small room near them, eating his own fried chicken wings, eating the dumplings he made into a pot of porridge, and laughing from time to time at the obviously boring Spring Festival Gala.

There is no difference from usual.

It's good, this is the life I have already adapted to

In fact, it is better now than before, and I can even make friends...

Just thinking about He Sen's phone call.

"Mr. Fang, Happy New Year~ I have prepared a lot of hometown specialties, and I will bring them to you when I go back~"

Hearing this, Fang Jiashu sat up straight with a smile and replied, "I also learned new dishes! I'll make them for you when you come back~"

"Let me guess, is it black?"

Fang Jiashu just wanted to reply, "What do you mean?", but he just smiled when he saw the charred chicken wings.

The two laughed and chatted for a while, and made an appointment to video chat at 12 o'clock.Fang Jiashu felt warm in his heart, this was already a lively New Year for him.

Originally, I was still thinking about being able to be with Song Yuan this year... No, what was I thinking... Fang Jiashu shook his head, fortunately he could have a video call with He Sen later, otherwise he would be immersed in meaningless sadness again.

I even looked forward to 12 o'clock.

5, 4, 3... Fang Jiashu seized the time to take out his mobile phone and received He Sen's video invitation almost at the same time.

Excitedly clicking through, what I saw on the screen was a large table of people: "Mr. Fang, Happy New Year~~"

I was stunned for a while.

It was only when He Sen turned the screen back to point at him that Fang Jiashu had tears in his eyes.

It's stupid to look too easily moved, but I really want to cry, and I can't even say "thank you".

It was He Sen who spoke first: "What's the matter, Mr. Fang~ let's be more lively? Come to my house next year~"

Fang Jiashu nodded, then shook his head... Finally, he looked like crying and laughing at the same time.

Afterwards, He Sen called him irregularly every day, fearing that Fang Jiashu would feel deserted by himself.

In fact, Fang Jiashu has long been used to this kind of life, and now someone treats him better but he thinks of Song Yuan reflexively.

Sighing and smiling helplessly, the biggest harm Song Yuan did to himself was to start to fear everyone's concern from the bottom of his heart...

Finally when the day came for He Sen to come back, Fang Jiashu personally went to pick him up at the gate of the community even though his legs and feet were not good.The two walked home excitedly, mainly because Fang Jiashu was really in a hurry to open the delicious food in the package.

Song Yuan actually found out Fang Jiashu's address in the past few days.Seeing that Fang Jiashu was co-rented in the record, Song Yuan narrowed his eyes, and felt an uncontrollable displeasure in his heart.

But now Song Yuan stood at the corner of the unit and could clearly see Fang Jiashu followed another person into the house. The happy expression on his face alone made Song Yuan clench his fist.

This is completely different from seeing Cheng An with other men. He is actually confident that Fang Jiashu is still full of himself in his heart.

But he just couldn't stand Fang Jiashu leaving him and still talking and laughing with others...

As soon as Fang Jiashu entered the house, he sat on the ground and began to unpack various food boxes. After looking forward to it for many days, he could finally eat something decent~

He Sen also wanted to sit down and demolish it with him, but at this moment he heard a knock on the door.

Fang Jiashu was completely immersed in the world of gourmet food, so He Sen could only smile and go to open the door first.

"……You are?"

Fang Jiashu only heard He Sen ask such a question.

Then there was the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Fang Jiashu didn't know what happened. He stood up and dawdled to the corridor when three or four men in black came in and locked the door behind them.

And He Sen has fallen to the ground unconscious...

Fang Jiashu's face was pale and trembling all over, he wanted to squat down and shake He Sen, but was blocked by a familiar figure who suddenly stepped forward.

It's Song Yuan.

But Fang Jiashu no longer felt relieved just because he saw him.

"You...you are..." Fang Jiashu tried hard to speak first, he didn't want to be in a passive state all the time...but he couldn't say anything because he was afraid.

"I'll take you home." Song Yuan said as calmly as possible.

"...I won't go back."

This is the first time Fang Jiashu has rejected Song Yuan's request.

Song Yuan narrowed his eyes again: "Is it because of him?" While talking, he took a club from other people and walked slowly towards He Sen.

Fang Jiashu panicked all of a sudden, because of his bad legs, he almost jumped over and hugged Song Yuan's arm: "Don't...don't hurt my friend."

friend?Song Yuan looked down at Fang Jiashu's face that was about to cry for others, unexpectedly he didn't feel sorry for him, only more indescribable anger.

Pulling away Fang Jiashu, holding his shoulder and saying in a low voice, "Run away without saying a word, just to be with "friends"?"

But seeing Fang Jiashu raised his head with an unbelievable expression, he opened his mouth but didn't say anything, just slid tears.

At this time, Song Yuan didn't want to pay attention to his feelings, he just took a step back and shook the club and said, "Come with me now, your friend will be fine."

Fang Jiashu seemed a little unsteady, and leaned against the wall.

Just when Song Yuan was about to go over to pull him, he heard Fang Jiashu whisper without emotion:

"You and Cheng An can do whatever you want, but I can't even have a friend?"