Li Ying snorted, put aside her messy thoughts, and said, "Old-fashioned plots are not written like this in the novels I read."
"Really?"
"hold head high."
The person on the phone paused for a moment, as if he was talking to someone, and then added after a moment: "He thought we were a couple that day, and I didn't refute it."
Li Ying said "Ah", "Why don't you refute?"
"The more I refute, the more interested he becomes, you know?"
Li Ying tutted, "How cheap."
"If he clings to you, just act like your relationship with me is normal, or let him think that our relationship is just an ordinary relationship between a man and a woman."
Li Ying thought about it and felt that what he meant was wrong, "What is an ordinary relationship between men and women?"
Lan Jingyu obviously thought about it for a while and thought about the words, "It's not the kind of relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend."
Li Ying understood.
"Just, he only pries the ones you really like, is that what you mean?"
The man's deep breathing, a little irritable after drinking, was heard on the phone, followed by a cough that didn't stop for a long time.
Li Ying: "Hey, Uncle Lan, are you sick?"
Lan Jingyu slowed down and said, "I'm old and there's nothing I can do about it."
Li Ying: "Just be careful. Make money and make money. Don't get exhausted."
That side of the phone.
Lan Jingyu stood in the corridor of a high-rise building, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him and the bustling luxury of midnight behind him. Hearing the voice on the phone, the suppressed breath in his chest eased a little.
"Yes, it's not cost-effective to be exhausted out there."
He closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and said, "My mother's foot is almost healed. You don't need to make soup every day anymore."
Li Ying lay on the bed and said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I cook several pots every day."
"Um?"
"You don't understand. Flowers suddenly bloom on barren land, which always attracts many tourists. They have to take 800 photos a day."
In just the past few days, her mother's circle of friends has come to know that she has "excellent cooking skills", but in fact she only knows how to make soup.
The man chuckled softly.
There was a knock on the door outside.
Li Ying said: "I won't tell you anymore, my aunt seems to be back."
There was a response from the other side, "Okay."
Li Ying hung up the phone.
Get up and open the door.
At the door, there was indeed the fragile fairy Li Anxin in a white dress.
"Auntie, how is your health?"
Li Anxin handed her the plate with snacks in his hand and whispered softly, "It's much better, don't worry."
"Is it uncomfortable to do nebulization?" Li Ying said.
Li Anxin shook his head, "Just get used to it."
Li Ying still wanted to pull her in, but seeing that her face looked tired, she helped her go upstairs to rest.
The two were walking and talking, and when they reached the door of the room, Li Ying suddenly stopped, leaned over and sniffed Li An's neck, "Auntie, what perfume are you using?"
The taste is so familiar.
Li Anxin shook his head, tightened his clothes, and said slowly: "I don't use perfume, it's just ordinary body lotion."
Li Ying said "Oh" and watched her enter the door, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the red mark on the back of her neck.
She wanted to reach out and touch her, but Li Anxin had already entered the door. He turned around and said to her, "Yingzi, do you want to come in?"
Li Ying probed her head and smelled the smell of medicine in her room, and quickly shook her head, "I still don't want it."
Li Anxin knew she would say this, so he curled up his lips, held the door with his slender hands, and said, "Good night then, see you tomorrow."
Li Ying took a step back and said, "See you tomorrow."
She didn't think much, turned around and walked downstairs, thinking about Jiang Ancheng and Lan Jingyu's bloody story, and also thinking about the serious matter of her taking the public exam.