However, when I saw the turmoil of Xu's company, I was still worried, even though there was no intersection during that period.

He appeared at the door of her community a few days ago. Her rationality told him clearly that he and she had no result. She had given him seven years of youth. The best time in his life was all on him. She could no longer let herself be so obsessed, but she was more rational in thinking. When he hugged her tightly, tears fell on her neck, and she said helplessly, "Lovesickness, stay with me for a while, and then, all her ideals were instantly defeated and defeated."

In fact, she didn't know whether the final outcome would be happiness or more painful if she and Xu Jiamu were getting closer again.

However, she could never do it, so she watched him coldly and ignored him.

Song Xiangsi gently pushed open the door and saw Xu Jiamu sitting on the sofa, staring at his phone, and was very sensible. A stack of paper was placed on the coffee table in front of him.

Xu Jiamu seemed to feel someone approaching behind him, hurriedly stretched out his hand, rolled up the stack of paper, put it in his pocket, then turned his head slightly, looked at Song Xiangsi, and said nothing.

Song Xiangsi sat next to Xu Jiamu, glanced at Xu Jiamu's mobile phone screen, and saw that it was a reply from Qiao Anhao's Weibo, all of which were inconsiderable insults.

"Stop looking at those things, online, I can't be real."

Xu Jiamu didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly, threw his phone on the coffee table beside him, and then he leaned on the sofa.

He took off his back jacket outside, which was just a simple blue shirt. Because the heating in the house was a bit heavy, the cuffs were rolled up high. Song Xiangsi saw a large area of ​​shocking bruises on his arm at a glance. She frowned and stretched out her hand and grabbed his arm: "What's going on? Why is it so severely? Have you gone to the hospital for a visit?"

When Song Xiangsi grabbed this, Xu Jiamu gasped in pain. Song Xiangsi hurriedly let go. Xu Jiamu explained with a trembling voice: "It's okay, I'm hit by the camera, don't go to the hospital."

"It's all covered in blood stasis, turning black and purple, isn't it serious?" Song Xiangsi muttered, stood up and walked to the cabinet beside her, carried the medicine box, and sat back next to Xu Jiamu: "I'll apply some medicine to you."

Xu Jiamu let Song Xiangsi tinker and said "um" softly.

While applying medicine, Song Xiangsi couldn't help but mutter: "No, you were smashed by the camera. Didn't you settle the score with the camera's owner?"

"Xu Jiamu, if you get more swollen the next day, you have to go to the hospital to take a look. Maybe something went wrong with the bone being smashed."

"The camera is so heavy, so don't come out to take pictures if you can't hold it. This is simply a harm to society. Fortunately, it hits the arm. If it hits the head, people may be killed!"

Xu Jiamu's body stiffened by the last sentence.

"What's wrong with you? Does it hurt? I'll be gentle, you can bear it..."

"Loves." Xu Jiamu, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke out.

Song Xiangsi shut up and said, "Hmm?" After a while, her tone was still a little uncomfortable, "What's wrong?"

"What is the worst result for the scandal of Qiao Qiao and my brother?"
Chapter completed!