The sprayer turned black on me

"Yes."

The expected answer made Song Yu a little discouraged for no reason.

"...No." Afterwards, Cheng Qiwen denied what he just said.

This back and forth confused Song Yu: "Is it true or not?"

"Not exactly." Cheng Qiwen said helplessly, "I really want to protect the company's interests and protect you for the company, but——if this is the case, I won't easily replace resources.

"It's because you are my 'cohabiting roommate' that I can do this."

Song Yu smiled wryly: "That's right, I really took advantage of being your roommate."

"Why do you think that way?" Cheng Qiwen corrected, "It obviously has nothing to do with any conflict of interest, and I don't like the term 'taking advantage' either."

Cheng Qiwen sighed again.

"I have no intention of prying into your private life, and I don't want... I don't want to point out your orientation. The reason why I do this is to hope that you can let go of your guard against me and believe that I will protect you——I can protect you.

"When you have difficulties and worries, you can talk to me and ask me for help."

Song Yu remained silent.

At this delicate moment, Cheng Qiwen's stomach suddenly growled in disappointment.

Cheng Qiwen patted his flat stomach: "...I'd better cook the noodles first.

"When the situation is better, you can change your clothes and get up and move around. It's not good to stay on the bed all the time. After you're done, come out and eat noodles."

Song Yu replied yes.

After buffering for a while, he slowly got up from the bed, took his clothes into the bathroom, and took a simple shower.

Coming out with a damp body after washing, Cheng Qiwen just finished cooking the egg noodles, and brought two large noodle bowls to the dining table and put them down.

When he calmed down and saw that Song Yu had taken a bath, Cheng Qiwen said in an unhappy tone, "You still take a bath when you have a fever?"

"I don't feel well if I don't wash it." Song Yu sat down at the dining table nonchalantly, looking at the egg noodles in front of him.

There are eggs, meat, and green onions. Although the ingredients are simple, the appearance is full of color, flavor and taste, which really whets the appetite.

He took the chopsticks and poked the egg open, absolutely, it was still runny!

"Mr. Cheng, you can't judge people by their appearances. Are you so good at cooking?"

"Is that how you use your appearance?" Cheng Qiwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took out a small dish of pickles from the kitchen, "I didn't dare to add salt even though I knew you were sick. If you find it tasteless, you can eat it with pickled radishes." Bar."

Song Yu took a piece and put it in the bowl: "Thank you boss."

"Just remember that I'm the boss." Cheng Qiwen teased himself, sat down and started eating noodles, "Where can I find such a good boss?"

"You really know how to take care of people."

"Do you know why?" Cheng Qiwen swallowed the noodles in his mouth, "Because I have a younger brother who is 15 years old and is preparing for the high school entrance examination these days."

Different from Cheng Qiwen's eating method, Song Yu's eating style is very reserved, put a piece of chopsticks into a bowl, dip some soup and egg liquid, and then answer after taking a bite.

"Are you trying to say that I'm as childish as your brother and need your care?" Song Yu hummed, "Contain me."

"Hey, hey, I didn't say that." Cheng Qiwen denied, "But, that's pretty much what it means."

Song Yu kicked Cheng Qiwen lightly under the dining table in retaliation: "Isn't that the connotation of me?

"It's good, at least you have a younger brother. Unlike me, I'm the only one in my family."

Cheng Qiwen covered his feet pretendingly: "Eat noodles, eat noodles, why are you still kicking people?

"Are you the only child in your family? But how did I hear that you came to the capital to develop at a very young age?"

With a joke on his lips, Cheng Qiwen actually realized in his heart: Song Yu was opening his heart to him little by little.

"Yeah." Knowing that Cheng Qiwen was talking nonsense, Song Yu replied obediently, "I signed a contract with Fresh Orange Entertainment when I was in my third year of high school. In the second half of my third year of high school, I will take classes at the company while reviewing cultural courses at the institution."

Cheng Qiwen realized later: "Did you study in an institution?"

Song Yu gave Cheng Qiwen a look of "Are you stupid?": "I don't have a permanent residence in the capital, where can I find a serious high school?"

Not to mention the issue of registered permanent residence or not, because art candidates like him often have to run around to take vocal music lessons, instrumental music lessons, etc., the time for cultural lessons is very irregular.A training institution with small class teaching is a better place.

"Oh...so you and Sun Jiejun met in a training institution?" Cheng Qiwen suddenly realized, "No wonder you are still in the same circle after graduation."

Birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups, and the same is true for art candidates.Those who are idols, those who take an exam for broadcasting, those who sing or dance... always like to go to the same school together; one is to have common topics to talk about, and the other is to have acquaintances in a field after entering the society, and it is easy to do things.

However, Song Yu's situation is obviously not "easy to handle".On the contrary, it is more difficult to handle.

"Know each other since freshman year in high school?"

"Well. He was the first and best friend I had in the institution after I came to the capital."

"and then?"

"Then...then we broke up with him." Song Yu was vague.

What Song Yu vaguely skipped happened to be the part that Cheng Qiwen wanted to know and understand the most.

Although I really want to ask, but considering that Song Dadingliu, who is a little sun in the front and a big iceberg in the back, can open up his heart and say a few words of truth is already a huge improvement, Cheng Qiwen can't ask too much.

I was afraid that asking the big star would make him unhappy, so he turned his face and left.

"When I was in the second year of high school, I had a quarrel. I changed places to attend classes, and met my best friend whom I still trust... I guess I was healed a lot."

Cheng Qiwen guessed that this so-called "best friend" was the Er Niu he met in the last game - also Mansi mentioned, SISLAND's regular duo friend EASTERN.

"Are you free to introduce me?"

"Huh?" Song Yu pretended to be disgusted, "Why? Didn't you say you won't spy on my private life? Why do you want to know my friends?"

Cheng Qiwen made up a reason casually: "I'm afraid that if you run away one day, I'll lose money, so get to know a few of your friends as soon as possible, so that you can collect debts in the future."

"Cut," Song Yu laughed, "I have no money, and neither does my friend. This resource was not exchanged after discussing with me, and I will not take the blame."

Cheng Qiwen deliberately teased him: "Why don't you take the blame? Even if you don't know, it's still for you?

"The singing in that episode is gone, and I will make up a few more movie endings for you. You owe me more this time around."

"Tsk, don't do it." Song Yu panicked, "You still think I'm not crowded enough in the company, and I don't have too many black fans, right?"

Cheng Qiwen put on a domineering attitude: "Why, I don't have the right to make a decision myself if I want to praise someone?"

"Huh..." Song Yu rolled his eyes towards the sky, "Why are you raising me like a canary here?"

"No, no, how dare I do that. With your temper, how uncomfortable is it to raise your benefactor?" Cheng Qiwen put down his chopsticks and started to clean up the table, "Are you finished eating? I'll wash the dishes after eating."

Song Yu hastily picked up the bowl and took a sip of the last noodle soup: "Is it also included to wash the dishes?"

"Otherwise? I can't let you wash as a patient, can you? Brush your teeth, wash your face and go back to lie down. I'll clean it up."

Song Yu hesitated to put down the dishes and asked Cheng Qiwen to clean up.

When Cheng Qiwen was about to get the noodle bowl in front of Song Yu, Song Yu grabbed the hem of his jacket.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Qiwen was stunned, and withdrew his hand, "There is only noodle soup left, do you still want to eat?"

Song Yu shook his head and took a deep breath—as if he had made some great determination.

"Do you want to double row together?"

Song Yu's sudden invitation made Cheng Qiwen stunned on the spot: "What?"

He stayed there for a long time before he realized that what Song Yu was talking about was double rows instead of chicken chops—this was Song Yu blowing up his vest!

"Now?" The heart was beating wildly as if it was going to pop out of his chest in the next second, Cheng Qiwen hastily put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, fearing that one of his hands would shake and fall, "Are you okay?"

"Ah."

Song Yu nodded firmly, his consciousness was very clear, and Cheng Qiwen confirmed that this person did not blow himself up because he had a fever and was stupid, but because he wanted to confess to him out of genuine feelings!

"Right now."

The author has something to say: Song Dao: I don’t have a permanent residence in the capital

Mr. Cheng: ——I have it, I have it in my household registration book!