You and I have nothing to do with my money

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After finishing the conversation with Liu Zirui, Lin Chaoci still stood there blankly, thinking about the last sentence the other party left.

"But I see that Mr. Song doesn't mean that to you. Are you really not going to try?"

Is that what he thought it meant?

Song Jiangling has a good impression of him, and it can even rise to liking him a little?

Lin Chaoci subconsciously wanted to deny this conjecture, but the next second, he was not so sure.

He thought of Song Jiangling's "unusualness" a few days ago, and what happened from last night to this morning.

All of them said in his ears: This is not the case.

Song Jiangling didn't feel completely indifferent to him.

And what about himself?

Is he really as sure as he said just now?Can he really distinguish the boundary relationship between himself and Song Jiangling?

The throbbing that he had tried to forget before reappeared again, like a sea monster in the deep sea, constantly luring him to approach and explore, knowing that there would be danger ahead, but also wanting to run towards the other party without hesitation.

The beautiful young man with the vacuum flask looked sad, as if he was thinking about something difficult in life, so that he didn't notice when someone approached.

It was only when Song Jiangling stood face to face with him that Lin Chaoci came back to his senses.

The object of thinking suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the two were still so close, Lin Chaoci, who was so guilty, was so startled that he wanted to step back.

It's just that the upper body retreated, but the lower body didn't keep up with the movement, "retreat" became "upward", and the whole person's center of gravity was off, and he was about to fall backwards.

Song Jiangling's pupils shrank suddenly, his body reacted first, and with a wave of his long arm, he brought Lin Chaoci back.

Lin Chaoci was directly pulled into his arms by him, and his face was hit hard on his neck. After the slight impact, his chest felt hot—the water in Lin Chaoci's thermos was spilled, and poured down from his chest. all over him.

Song Jiangling: "..."

Lin Chaoci was dumbfounded, and quickly collapsed from Song Jiangling's arms, apologizing one after another: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I didn't mean to, what should I do, you're all soaked, it's so cold on the mountain, you I'll catch a cold."

They were already on the mountainside of the entire snow field at the moment. Because it was summer, there was no wind and snow, but the cold was still cold.

Song Jiangling was originally wearing a thin coat. When he was drenched in water and the cold wind blew, the temperature inside quickly dropped. He said it was okay, but then he sneezed hard.

Looking at his reddened nose, Lin Chaoci felt even more guilty, but now is not the time to feel guilty, the key is to solve the immediate problem, he hurriedly said: "Teacher Song, quickly take off your wet clothes."

As he said that, he didn't care about 21, and took the initiative to help Song Jiangling take off his clothes.

But Song Jiangling grabbed his hand, "I'll change it in the hotel room."

Lin Chaoci was taken aback for a moment before he realized that they were in the small garden behind the hotel. Although they were surrounded by crew members, Song Jiangling couldn't do such a shameful thing as undressing in public.

Lin Chaoci nodded quickly: "Then let's go quickly."

The last time Song Jiangling was hospitalized with a fever, it left an indelible shadow on him, no matter what he did, he couldn't let the same thing happen twice under his nose.

What's more, here is a plateau, a cold and fever are very serious diseases, and it may even be life-threatening if not handled properly.

Lin Chaoci hurriedly went to the logistics to get a room card, then turned around and dragged Song Jiangling towards the hotel.

"302", Lin Chaoci compared the house number, saw the same number, heaved a sigh of relief, "This is it."

"Ms. Song, take off your clothes and take a hot bath. I'll go find Xiao Zhang and get your luggage."

Lin Chaoci entered the door and inserted the card in one go, but when he turned around, he found that Song Jiangling was still standing at the door, staring at him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Chaoci called him: "Teacher Song, what's the matter? Come in quickly."

"Okay." Song Jiangling came back to his senses, walked into the room, and walked into the bathroom under the urging of Lin Chaoci.

In the bathroom, Song Jiangling closed his eyes, uncontrollably recalling the scene of Lin Chaoci telling him to take a bath just now in his mind.

The young man's words were so ordinary that they seemed to have lived together for a long time, and his eyes were full of deep worry—that was something Song Jiangling hadn't experienced for a long time. The family-like care made people couldn't help but smile, And greedy.

……

"Mr. Song, I got your luggage. You can come out and change after you wash it."

Song Jiangling had just finished a hot bath and was putting on his bathrobe when he heard Lin Chaoci calling him outside the door.

The door of the bathroom was quietly opened by him, and the hot air in the air condensed into small water droplets, turning into mist and seeping out.

Song Jiangling came out of the water mist, his hair was wet, and water droplets dripped down his superior browbones.

However, Lin Chaoci didn't have time to appreciate the picture of a beautiful woman taking a bath, but said accusingly, "Mr. Song, why don't you blow your hair? You'll catch a cold!"

He bit the word "cold" very hard, and his cheeks were bulging, showing his anger, but in Song Jiangling's eyes, he was only cute.

But still explained: "There is no hair dryer in the bathroom."

This hotel has a strong sense of safety. There are no outlets in the bathroom, so naturally there is no hair dryer. If you want to blow your hair, you can only blow it at the sink outside.

Knowing that he had misunderstood Song Jiangling, Lin Chaoci was a little shy, and said: "Let me help you wipe your head first, so it can be done faster."

Song Jiangling was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Okay, then I will trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble, it's all I should do."

Lin Chaoci was very embarrassed, if he hadn't sprinkled water on Song Jiangling, nothing would have happened now, and he would naturally be responsible.

As he said that, he found a clean towel and wanted to wipe Song Jiangling's head. Song Jiangling was also very cooperative and sat obediently on the corner of the bed so that Lin Chaoci could help him wipe it.

Neither of them spoke, Lin Chaoci was concentrating on drying Song Jiangling's hair, while Song Jiangling was immersed in this warmth and did not want to break it. For a while, there were only sparse friction sounds in the room. But no one felt embarrassed.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Chaoci's voice sounded from behind Song Jiangling: "It's finished."

"Ah."

Song Jiangling responded in a low voice, a little regretful that his hair was too short, and it was wiped off so quickly, so the person behind him continued: "How about I blow your hair for you?"

Anyway, his hair was almost dried by him, so it wasn't too late.

"Well, good." This time Song Jiangling replied obviously much happier than before, and even raised the end of the sound slightly, but it's a pity that Lin Chaoci was behind him and missed the corner of his raised lips.