He was stunned for a long time and smiled and said, "The point is that you just like it."

In his reaction, Lin Siyuan was very disappointed and said in a lost tone: "You always helped me plan and told me to open a studio in Sucheng in the future to teach students."

Zhou Sicheng didn’t hear Lin Siyuan’s loss, but... it seems that there is really a lot of expectations in his heart.

He said: "I rented out that office building now. I have signed it for five years and may not be able to collect it for a while."

I went to see Lin Siyuan for the last time in the first half of the year. After the negotiations were made, I came back in anger and rented it out.

Lin Siyuan pursed her lips, "I have found a suitable place."

She smiled, put the wine glass to her lips, raised her head and drank the wine in the glass.

Zhou Sicheng nodded, "That's good. If you need any help, just say it."

He also took a sip of wine.

Lin Siyuan was stunned.

He no longer took the initiative as before, took the initiative to take over her affairs and helped her out.

Zhou Sicheng changed the topic, "This wine is pretty good."

"Yes." Lin Siyuan poured another glass of wine, and this time she poured more than last time. She raised her glass and looked at the lamp, staring at the wine in the glass and said, "It's said that she has been hiding for many years."

After saying that, she looked at Zhou Sicheng, "Sicheng."

His eyes and tone were very serious.

It seems like there is something to say, and it has already reached the mouth.

Zhou Sicheng responded softly, "Yes."

"I..." Lin Siyuan said to her words and hesitated again.

That innate pride is difficult to break through.

Zhou Sicheng raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"Drink." Lin Siyuan held back what she was about to say, and raised her head and drank the wine in the cup.

She poured another glass and drank it.

When he was about to pour it, Zhou Sicheng stopped her, "You've drunk a little too much."

He clasped Lin Siyuan's wrist.

Lin Siyuan looked down at Zhou Sicheng's hand, raised her other hand and reached towards Zhou Sicheng's hand.

Zhou Sicheng suddenly withdrew his hand, Lin Siyuan's hand was hanging in the air, and her face was stunned.

Zhou Sicheng said: "It's getting late. You can rest early. I can't drink too much. After the game, we'll find another opportunity to drink."

He stood up as he said that.

Lin Siyuan nodded, "Okay."

She looked at Zhou Sicheng's figure as she left, and walked further and further away, as if she would never look back.

She nervously called him, "Sicheng."

Zhou Sicheng stopped and turned around, "What's wrong?"

His narrow eyes, puzzled eyes, and no expectations.

Lin Siyuan pursed her lips and said softly: "I will go to the game tomorrow."

Zhou Sicheng: "Okay."

...

Back at the hotel, Wenjing packed up her boxes and went into the bathroom to take a bath. The time she had soaked before was too hasty and hadn't enjoyed much. This time she took a serious soak for forty minutes and also watched an episode of TV series.

Then come out of the bathroom comfortably.

Wearing the coral fleece home clothes she brought.

Yan Zao brought her some food, and she leaned against the sofa, ate and waited for her hair to dry.

There was a bottle of scratched potion on the table. When she saw the potion, she suddenly thought of something, got up and walked towards the cloakroom.

It was so popular that Yan Zao frowned and asked her, "What are you doing?"

Wenjing said: "I brought plaster to Zhou Sicheng and forgot to give it to him."

She took out the ointment she brought from the box and came out to Yan Zao and said, "I'll give this to Zhou Sicheng. He said he had a pain in his waist and asked me to bring the ointment she brought."

Yan hadn't thought much about it and nodded, "Go, he and congratulate him in the same room."

Wenjing: "I know."

Congratulations to them all on this floor. Wenjing found the room number and confirmed it repeatedly before ringing the doorbell.

I pressed it twice before the door opened.

The door opened was a congratulations. On seeing Wenjing, I supported the door frame with one hand and greeted her with a smile, "Oh, Xiao Jingjing."

Seeing his dandy look, Wen Jing couldn't help but tease, "Don't I say that the deputy team has made an appointment with a young lady today?"

Congratulations to Blackface, "You have a very good memory."

Then he saw the ointment in Wenjing's hand and asked curiously: "What are you holding in your hand?"

Wen Jing replied: "I brought it to Zhou Sicheng, is he here?"

Congratulations didn't think much about it, and shook his head, "He is not here, I'm going to Lin Siyuan's room."

"Oh." Wenjing looked down at the ointment in her hand.

She forgot that Zhou Sicheng must be with Miss Lin at this moment, and Miss Lin came here specially. Wen Jing was unconsciously lost.

Then he looked up at the congratulations and handed the ointment in his hand to congratulate him, "Then he comes back and you give him this, he let me bring it."

"Okay." Congratulations reached out to take it, "But he is afraid he won't come tonight. Give it to me, I'll give it to him tomorrow."

He smiled, and was so bad that he was so ugly.

Wenjing was not stupid either. Of course, she knew what he was referring to, so she also started gossiping, "It's been a moment to go to Chunxiao."

He clearly had a simple face, fair and rosy, and looked quiet without saying anything, but he looked like a top student when he was in school.

It's not the case as soon as you open your mouth.

Congratulations couldn't help but tease her, "You still know the moment of spring night."

Wen Jing rolled her eyes, "No wonder she is not good at waist, she has used too much."

She turned around and was about to leave, and suddenly a familiar man's voice came from behind, "So did you use it too much with you?"

Suddenly.

She scared Wenjing, patted her chest, turned her head and looked at the man behind her with some resentment, saying, "Mom, are you a ghost? I'm scared."

After scolding her, she took a step to leave, but was stopped by Zhou Sicheng, "Tell me, why is my waist not good? Why are I using it too much?"

Zhou Sicheng hugged his chest with his hands, lowered his head and eyes, looked at Wenjing, and raised his eyebrows.

Wen Jing sneered, "Well, what plaster do you ask me to bring?"

Roll your eyes.

He said he had the back pain, so would he ask her to bring plaster?

She rolled her eyes and couldn't see the dark eyes because she had just taken a bath and her cheeks were white and red. Zhou Sicheng somehow looked at her inexplicably irritable inside.

I don't want her to leave.

Continue to stop her and tease her, "I can prove to you whether my waist is good."

Wen Jing's face turned redder. She raised her face and glared at Zhou Sicheng angrily, "You are really a hooligan."

Scolding, running away.

A psychopathic man has a girlfriend and even jokes with others.

I will stay away from him in the future and will never accept his help again.

Wenjing cursed while walking.

...

Zhou Sicheng turned around and his eyes followed Wen Jing. He did not withdraw his gaze until her figure disappeared. He found that Congratulations were staring at him and looking at what he was exploring.

He asked in confusion: "What are you looking at?"

Congratulations: "I found that you are now ceremonious..."

I want to speak but stop.

It's just the feeling that cannot be described, I don't know how to describe it.

I always feel like I'm wrong.

Zhou Sicheng asked: "What's wrong with her?"

"I can't tell you what it feels like, it's very subtle." Congratulations on scratching the back of the head, and after a long time, he gave a summary that was equivalent to not being said.
Chapter completed!