I got married with a big star contract in the world of dog blood

Lin Youzhuo quickly judged Lu Yan's identity.

20 years old, big star.

And, hostility towards him.

This is not the animosity that arises in contract marriages.

Lin Youzhuo took the initiative to reach out his hand: "It's our first meeting, Lin Youzhuo."

Lu Yan also stretched out his hand: "Lu Yan."

Looking across the living room, he saw the fried chicken on the coffee table and two glasses of orange ice soda. Lu Yan turned his head and said to Song Xuejing, "The air conditioner at home is broken and it's too hot. I'm going to stay here for one night."

Lu Yan took off his shoes and went straight into the living room.

Song Xuejing was extremely puzzled, why did the air conditioner break down not long after it was installed?Besides, there is no room for a third person here...

He closed the door and walked over. The living room, which was crowded by three snack cabinets, was suddenly crowded because of Lu Yan's arrival.

Especially on the double sofa, Lu Yan couldn't fit the second person when he sat down.

Song Xuejing was used to sitting on the carpet, and he was about to move a stool for Lin Youzhuo, but Lin Youzhuo took his hand and sat down on the carpet on the spot: "Eat it quickly, the chicken nuggets won't taste good when they're cold."

Song Xuejing didn't go to get the stool, Lin Youzhuo hadn't eaten the chicken nuggets yet, so Song Xuejing picked up a piece for Lin Youzhuo.

He also picked up a piece himself, and just as he reached his mouth, he felt a strong gaze belatedly. He raised his head and met Lu Yan's eyes that had dropped to freezing point.

Song Xuejing froze for a second, then handed the fried chicken to Lu Yan: "There is no pepper in this piece."

Singers should not eat chili often and protect their throats.

Lu Yan's face paled, and he took a bite of the fried chicken. The skin was crispy and the inside was bursting with juice. He lost his appetite, so he took an extra bite: "It tastes good, takeaway nearby?"

"It's clumsy." Song Xuejing chewed the fried chicken, and could see the smile on his face all the time, "The fried chicken he made is better than the store."

Lu Yan almost choked on the chicken nugget, his handsome facial features were distorted as he chewed the chicken nugget hard.

Lin Youzhuo suddenly asked, "Is Mr. Lu still studying?"

Lu Yan also looked at Lin Youzhuo: "Sophomore at the Conservatory of Music. Mr. Lin should still be studying? About the same age as me."

"A few years older than you." Lin Youzhuo smiled and said, "Reach one now."

"aerospace?"

"Yes."

The two came and went, Song Xuejing couldn't get in the conversation at all, he ate the chicken chop silently.

At the same time, I was thinking about how to live tonight...

Can I get a room for Lu Yan?There are many hotels near the university town.

While Lin Youzhuo was going to the bathroom, Song Xuejing discussed with Lu Yan.

Lu Yan naturally refused: "Let Lin Youzhuo go."

Song Xuejing retorted subconsciously: "How could he go?"

At this moment, Song Xuejing thought that Lu Yan was not suitable for going to a hotel either.

Instead of staying at home, he went to stay in a hotel. With Lu Yan's popularity, there might not be any news.

He immediately said again: "You can't go to the hotel either, I'll go to live, you stay here."

Lu Yan was so depressed that he was about to explode, but when he heard Song Xuejing say that, he suddenly laughed, bent over, wiped off the debris from the corner of Song Xuejing's mouth with his thumb, and said with a smile: "So rest assured that I'm with someone else? "

His breath sprayed onto Song Xuejing's lips, and Song Xuejing suddenly felt very hot.

It's his air conditioner, is it broken too?

Song Xuejing lowered his head slightly: "It's different to be clumsy." Before Lu Yan was depressed, he said, "He is my best, best, and best friend."

There was a sour taste in his heart, because Song Xuejing's words were gone.

Lu Yan bent her lips: "A Xue, let's go home to fix the air conditioner tonight."

In the bathroom not far away, the door closed silently. Lin Youzhuo listened to the phone and smiled softly: "Well, Xue Jing is going out, so I'll sleep by myself tonight."

……

Song Xuejing was embarrassed to speak, Lin Youzhuo finally came back for one night, and he was going to other places.

But indeed, he only has time to fix the air conditioner tonight.

He will be very busy in the future and will not be able to go home for half a month.

Let's talk.

When Lin Youzhuo came back, Song Xuejing was about to speak, but Lin Youzhuo said first, "Why don't you help Mr. Lu fix the air conditioner tonight? I'm catching a flight tomorrow morning, so getting up early will affect your rest."

Song Xuejing nodded immediately: "I was just about to tell you that I have to go back and fix the air conditioner."

Lin Youzhuo smiled, and Song Xuejing asked him again, "When will you be back next time?"

"New Year."

Song Xue nodded and stayed for a while before leaving with Lu Yan.

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"The air conditioner is not broken."

Song Xuejing opened the door, and the strong cold wind made him a little cold.

He went to see the central air conditioner and it showed 21 degrees.

Lu Yan closed the door, and stared at the control panel as if following him: "Strange, are you alright?"

"It might be a wiring failure." Song Xuejing rolled up her cuffs, "I'll check it again."

Lu Yan held him back: "Tomorrow, it's too late."

Song Xuejing shook her head: "I will live in the laboratory for a while, so it will be easier to fix problems today."

There was no reason for Lu Yan to stop him. Song Xuejing carefully checked the wiring of the whole house, and after confirming that there was no problem, he went back to the room to rest.

Lu Yan followed the whole process, until Song Xuejing returned to the room, he went into the workshop and stayed all night.

……

Song Xuejing woke up early the next day, but Lu Yan went out first.

On the dinner table is a steaming fried chicken cutlet.

Song Xuejing picked up a piece and finished chewing. He commented on the facts, he was willing to pay a high price for the fried chicken made by Lu Yan.

If he hadn't become a star, Lu Yan should be a very good cook.

Song Xuejing was empty at the speed of light.

After breakfast, Song Xuejing didn't need to pack her luggage, and went to work with her unopened suitcase.

Not long after he arrived at the laboratory, the director arrived with four engineers.

They were members chosen by Song Xuejing himself, three women and one man, and the director borrowed from other departments.

After the director left, they were all introverted, they only knew about the character of their work, and they concentrated on their own work after the division of labor, which was not much different from Song Xuejing when he was alone. He worked until the afternoon before going to the cafeteria to eat.

For dinner, the food in the cafeteria was richer. Song Xuejing took a bowl of braised pork, a bowl of fried vegetables, a bowl of whitebait steamed eggs, a bowl of mapo tofu, a bowl of three delicacies soup, five taels of rice, and two slices of watermelon.

Song Xuejing usually found the quietest corner, put on the earphones and turned on the tablet.

The only blogger I follow, still hasn't updated.

This has never happened before. I haven't updated for so long. What happened?

Although it was very abrupt, Song Xuejing was a lot bolder across the Internet. He sent a private message to the blogger: "I haven't updated for so long, is there something wrong?"

After posting, Song Xuejing waited for a while, but still didn't read it.

He closed the tablet and started eating.

Not long after eating, someone sat down on the opposite side, and then stretched out a hand in front of his eyes and shook it.

Song Xuejing looked up, there were only two steamed buns and a bowl of millet porridge on Lu Ang's plate, Lu Ang's face was as smelly as ever, he bit the steamed stuffed bun and threw a bag of things: "For you."

With a bang, a notebook slid out in half.

Song Xuejing swallowed the braised pork: "What?"

"My dad's notes."

It is estimated that there are seven or eight books.

Song Xuejing: "..."

Lu Yan said that if he wanted it, he could accept it.

he wants.

Song Xuejing pushed back the exposed notebook, picked up the bag and put it in the empty space next to it: "Thank you."

Lu Ang didn't return, he ate the steamed stuffed bun by himself, but Song Xuejing just ate quietly after finishing speaking.

Song Xuejing ate very fast, while Lu Ang was still slow, blowing the millet porridge spoonful by spoonful, and then he finished the disc, holding the plate in one hand and taking notes in the other, got up to leave.

Lu Ang knew that Song Xuejing was a boring gourd, but it was beyond his perception that he was so bored.

He couldn't pretend anymore, put down his spoon and called Song Xuejing: "Hey!"

Song Xuejing stopped and looked at him sideways.

Lu Ang stared at Song Xuejing: "He... Lu Yan, has he introduced our family to you?"

Song Xuejing shook his head.

Lu Ang regained his stinky face again: "I knew it." Then he coughed dryly, and his eyes drifted away from Song Xuejing, "I am his brother, the brother on the household registration book."

Lu Ang said it tactfully, but Song Xuejing understood.

Like him, Lu Yan is a reorganized family.

Song Xuejing nodded: "Oh."

He waited for Lu Ang to continue.

Lu Ang also waited for Song Xuejing, but after half a day, Song Xuejing didn't respond.

Lu Ang: "..." He shouldn't have expected it.

He resigned himself to his fate and opened his mouth first: "The situation in our family is complicated and complicated, but it is not complicated or complicated. My dad never mentioned it, but I know that he misses Lu Yan very much. Next week's Mid-Autumn Festival, can you go home for dinner? meal."

Song Xuejing just said: "I will tell Lu Yan."

Lu Ang waved his hand, picked up the plate and left first. Before leaving, he said awkwardly: "Thank you."

Song Xuejing put the dinner plate in the recycling place, walked out of the cafeteria, and was about to call Lu Yan when the phone from the laboratory came in. There was a problem with the experiment, and he was asked to go back immediately.

Without saying a word, Song Xuejing hung up the phone and ran away.

Song Xuejing didn't finish his work until two o'clock in the morning. He didn't even have the energy to take a bath, so he fell asleep on the bed.

The next day, Song Xuejing also got up and started working. At around five o'clock in the afternoon, his stomach hurt a little, so he left the research institute and went to a nearby convenience store to make a bowl of instant noodles, ordered two ham sausages, and took a box of aloe vera yogurt .

Looking for a seat with instant noodles, Song Xuejing drank a few sips of yogurt before starting to eat.

"Song Xuejing."

Song Xuejing was enjoying his meal when a voice he didn't want to hear sounded.

After Song Xuejing finished chopping the remaining noodles, he put down the fork and looked up at Shen Yi.

Shen Yi pulled out the chair and sat down opposite Song Xuejing: "Uncle is ill, do you know?"

Song Xuejing knew.

Song Yinan's text messages all went into the trash can, saying that Cai Liyao refused to divorce him, that he was angry with Cai Liyao and sent him to the operating room, and now he was living in the hospital, and begged Song Xuejing to see him.

"Xiao Jing, I'm very sick, come and see me, okay?"

"I miss you."

"Xiaojing, in addition to your mother's shares, [-]% of the shares in my name have also been transferred to your name. This is the first sincerity I have shown."

"I had an operation today, and I didn't see you when I came out. I was so disappointed that I cried secretly."

"The doctor said that I am seriously ill this time, and I have to stay for two months for observation first, and I will see you again after I am discharged from the hospital."

And so on, Song Xuejing deleted it after reading it, without returning a single punctuation mark.

Song Xuejing didn't want to talk to Shen Yi more, so he said directly: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

Shen Yi showed a look of pain. For a moment, his eyes were red, and he held back his tears and said, "Xingchen... committed suicide again."

Song Xuejing's lips moved slightly: "Oh."

Song Xuejing's reaction was so indifferent, Shen Yi almost thought that Song Xuejing didn't hear clearly.

Shen Yi emphasized again: "He has self-harmed very seriously this time. The doctor said that he..." Shen Yi took a deep breath, "The mental state is very abnormal. He still disagrees with the treatment, can you persuade him? You are the dearest person."

Song Xuejing got up and grabbed the yogurt box: "Their business has nothing to do with me, I hope you don't come to me again, you are not my friend."

Shen Yi stared dumbfounded at Song Xuejing pushing open the glass door, walking away while biting the yogurt straw, it was true, he didn't care about Song Xingchen's situation.

Shen Yi stared blankly at the door of the convenience store. After a long time, he gave a wry smile and shook his head.

……

Song Xuejing's yogurt was exhausted not long after leaving the convenience store. He flattened the box, went to the trash can and threw it in.

I don't know where the sweet-scented osmanthus tree is blooming, and there is a faint smell of sweet-scented osmanthus in the wind.

After seven o'clock, the sky was dark, and the street lights on the side of the road were turned on.

Song Xuejing stopped suddenly, looked to the north, and could vaguely see the neighborhood where Lu Yan's house was located.

Lu Yan, I wonder if you have come back?

After eating a bowl of instant noodles, two ham sausages, and a box of yogurt, my stomach seems to be hungry again.

He kind of missed Lu Yan's cooking.

Crispy golden rice crust, sweet and sour pineapple meat, hot and sour hot, warm but not dry ginger duck...

Song Xuejing recalled one by one, and walked towards the research institute stepping on the slanted street lights.

Almost at the gate of the research institute, a phone came in.

Hearing the word Lu, Song Xuejing immediately took out his cell phone, and it turned out to be Lu Yan's call.

Song Xuejing answered, but before he could speak, Lu Yan's low laughter rang in his ears.

"It's the first time I see you wearing a white coat, it suits you very well."

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-2323:08:16-2022-08-2523:42:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: A Xing 2; 544629591;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 58 bottles of Ashan; 10 bottles of dust;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!