"You didn't lie to me." Seeing her drink the tea in the cup in one gulp, Song Yunshen let go of her hand and poured her another cup.

Meng Zijin's heart was beating wildly , " I didn't lie to you?"

"Last night." Song Yunshen paused and looked at her with a smile, "You said see you tomorrow, I thought you were just saying it, but I didn't expect you to really come to see me."

Meng Zijin held the small teacup with both hands. The heat came from it. Her fingertips took it alternately. Finally, she told the truth , " Zheng Yuyu brought me here. She said she came to find Guo Jiamu to practice with her. I came to take a look. I didn't know this was your house."

This time it was Song Yunshen who remained silent.

Meng Zijin didn't drink the last cup of tea. He held it for a while and then put it down . " You were fine yesterday, why did you have a fever?"

"The flame of love is burning." Song Yunshen blurted out.

The air stagnated for half a second.

Song Yunshen coughed lightly, glanced at Meng Zijin's expression, and laughed awkwardly , " It just ... burned for no apparent reason."

Meng Zijin stopped sitting upright and leaned back on the sofa, laughing , " Then you should have a good rest."

Song Yunshen took a sip of tea and raised his chin , " I'm taking a rest."

"But Guo Jiamu said you were working from home." Meng Zijin hesitated for a while, and finally reached out to take the teacup from his hand and put it on the table, "You should have taken medicine and drink less tea."

Song Yunshen gave a meaningful smile.

After sitting quietly for a while, he asked again , " No classes this afternoon?"

"Yeah." Meng Zijin closed his eyes slightly, listened to the piano sound coming from downstairs, and said, "Many courses have ended, and I'm just waiting for the exam next month."

Then prepare various materials before graduation, and you will really say goodbye to your student days.

Maybe it was because of his illness, but Song Yunshen spoke less than usual. The atmosphere fell silent again. Meng Zijin rubbed his hands together for a long while before Song Yunshen spoke again.

"Take you around?" Song Yunshen didn't say anything because he was actually thinking about his new identity as a boyfriend. He hadn't had time to adapt to this new identity, so he hadn't figured out how to talk to her.

I was worried that getting too close would put pressure on her, but I was also anxious that being too far away would not be in line with this new identity.

Although it is fake, whether it is true or false depends on him.

Meng Zijin raised his lips , " Okay."

After getting up, she followed him, hesitated for a moment, and then walked forward to walk side by side with him, her hands eager to try , " Can you do it? Otherwise, I will support you."

Song Yunshen's mouth twitched unnaturally.

"Meng Zijin." He called her name with a helpless smile, and Song Yunshen placed his hands on the palms of her outstretched hands. "At my age, I'm not so old that I can't even walk because of a fever."

Meng Zijin watched his movements silently. His sudden approach made her slightly stunned. Finally, she couldn't help but complain , " Not that bad."

Song Yunshen laughed out loud, but did not take his hand back.

I didn't know Song Yunshen was so big before. Meng Zijin felt tired after walking a few steps with his support. In the end, he just got lazy and grabbed his arms with his hands lightly, without using any strength at all.

Song Yunshen saw through her little thoughts at a glance.

His house was of neo-Chinese style, but it covered a large area. It took him several minutes just to walk around the garden at the back. Meng Zijin yawned uncomfortably.

It was noon, and the sunlight overhead was so strong that it could dry a person out. Meng Zijin had fair skin, but her cheeks were slightly pink after being exposed to the sun.

The bangs were blown up by the wind, revealing the smooth forehead and tiny beads of sweat.

"You live here alone? Are you taking care of all these flowers?" Meng Zijin withdrew his hand, squatted down, held a flower bud and sniffed it gently.

I feel relaxed and happy, and even a little satisfied.

Song Yunshen chuckled , " Well, I live alone, so I have a lot of gardens, and most of them are taken care of by gardeners."

"Where are your family members?" Meng Zijin stood up and patted the pollen on his body.

She just asked subconsciously, but she didn't expect Song Yunshen to hesitate for a moment.

It's like being asked about a sore spot.

Meng Zijin responded , " It's okay. If it's inconvenient to say, you don't have to. I'm just asking casually."

Song Yunshen looked at her steadily.

Little did he know that her casual question was what he had been waiting for for a long time.

"My mother passed away a long time ago, so long that I forgot how many years it has been." Song Yunshen took the initiative to talk about his family for the first time. "My father is in the north, in Qizhou."

Meng Zijin couldn't help but look up to catch the faint sadness in his eyes. She seldom comforted people, especially men. She pursed her lips and imitated his movements, raising her hand to hook his fingertips , " No wonder you are so powerful, it turns out that your aunt is blessing you in heaven."

Song Yunshen lowered his eyes and looked at her cautious expression. He coughed and laughed, then clasped her hand in his and held it in his . " This is the first time I've heard this explanation."

"If that's the case, she should bless me--"

He suddenly paused for several seconds, causing Meng Zijin to ask , " What do you want me to bless you with?"

Song Yunshen smiled and changed the subject , " Nothing, let's go, I'll take you inside, it's too sunny."

"You just now know how to sunbathe. My face is all hot." Meng Zijin subconsciously pulled out his hand and touched his cheek.

Song Yunshen narrowed his eyes and looked at her , " Indeed."

It’s red, but still beautiful.

Meng Zijin was familiar with the road this time, so he walked in front. Song Yunshen looked up at the sky and suddenly laughed.

If this is true, he hopes that his mother can bless him to marry his sweetheart as soon as possible.

And the person you love is the person in front of you.

It’s her, Meng Zijin.

Zheng Yuyu's piano playing had not stopped yet, but Meng Zijin did not interrupt her. He simply followed the route Song Yunshen gave him and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of peach soda.

"It seems that I can't drink soda after taking medicine." Meng Zijin suddenly remembered that he was still a patient, and immediately put the bottle back.

"Would you like to eat?" Meng Zijin asked again.

Perhaps it was because the question they asked most often during the first few months of their time together was whether they wanted to eat or not. Meng Zijin had formed a habit of asking this question subconsciously when it was time for dinner.

"Yeah." Song Yunshen sat down on the sofa, frowned slightly when he saw the tea stains on the table, picked up a piece of cloth and wiped them gently, then stood up slightly and tidied up the table.

Meng Zijin tilted his head and looked at him, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

This big president also has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"I just checked and there are ingredients in your refrigerator." Meng Zijin sat down, the heat on his face had not yet dissipated.

Song Yunshen wanted to look at her with new eyes.

Meng Zijin smiled broadly , " The food in the refrigerator proves that you can definitely cook, so I wonder if you will be lucky enough to have a lunch made by Mr. Song today?"

Song Yunshen , "... "

Yes, I've become so used to her false politeness that I've forgotten that this is the real her.

Quirky and good at making jokes.

"Meng Zijin, please at least show some concern for the patient." She said that, but she had already walked towards the kitchen.

"I'll help you." Meng Zijin followed with great anticipation, "After Yu Yu finishes playing the song, I'll ask Guo Jiamu to come over and help you."

"Either I or he, either he or I." Song Yunshen turned around and said this slowly.

Meng Zijin suddenly realized the interesting thing about Song Yunshen.

Apart from his identity as the president, he is actually a very easy-going person. I don't know who was blind enough to spread those words online saying that he is ruthless.

Afraid that Meng Zijin wouldn't understand, Song Yunshen explained while picking up the ingredients , " Everything is fine for me and Guo Jiamu to work together, but working together in the kitchen will only be a big fight."

Meng Zijin couldn't help but ask curiously , " Why?"

After thinking for a while, Song Yunshen picked up a tomato and asked , " What is this?"

"Tomatoes." Meng Zijin answered seriously.

Song Yunshen raised his eyebrows when he heard this , " Yes, it is a tomato, but Guo Jiamu calls it a tomato."

Meng Zijin , "... "

After his eyes widened, Meng Zijin couldn't help but explain with a smile , " But it is indeed called tomato, it is a tomato, and it is also a tomato."

"I know." Song Yunshen raised his eyebrows, "But I call it tomato, and Guo Jiamu calls it tomato. He never changes his bad habits."

Meng Zijin , "... "

She suddenly understood what Song Yunshen meant.

"Also, Guo Jiamu is a yandere and can't eat anything spicy." Song Yunshen's eyes were full of contempt.

"Puchi." Meng Zijin laughed mercilessly.

She had also heard this from Zheng Yuyu.

After making her laugh, Song Yunshen stopped talking about other topics and began to prepare the dishes seriously.

Meng Zijin said he was helping, but in fact he was just standing aside and watching. Song Yunshen refused to give in, and in the end there was nothing he could do except stand there and watch him.

He was washing bell peppers in his hands, and some water splashed on his clothes. Seeing this, Meng Zijin looked away to look for something, and after locking eyes, he walked over and took down the apron hanging on the hook.

"Um ... please tie this on." Meng Zijin opened her apron, and the two looked at each other and suddenly felt awkward.

"Lower your head, I'll help you put it on." Seeing that his hands were wet and the work in his hands was not finished, Meng Zijin simply stepped forward to help.

The moment Song Yunshen lowered his head, he curled his lips calmly.

"Turn around." Meng Zijin gestured with his hand.

Song Yunshen did as he was told.

"Okay." Meng Zijin smiled proudly as if he was admiring his own work.

Not to mention anything else, just this appearance is enough to make people's heart move.

Meng Zijin stood by and looked at him, thinking that this was probably the charm of a mature man.

Enchanting.

"Mr. Song will cook in person today?" The piano music had stopped for a while, and soon Guo Jiamu's voice arrived before his own.

Song Yunshen had no intention of paying any attention to him.

Meng Zijin was quite gossipy, so she asked , " You have lived with him for so long, and you have never eaten the food he cooked?"

"Who would live with him?" Song Yunshen sneered.

"How is that possible? Mr. Song has never been in the kitchen." Guo Jiamu rolled his eyes and the two voices overlapped.

Meng Zijin , "... "

She was really curious about what kind of fate brought these two people together.

Song Yunshen raised his eyes, ignoring Guo Jiamu, and turned to look at Meng Zijin , " This place is far from the company. I live in the city on weekdays and come back to stay for a short stay on weekends. Vice President Guo is not so lucky to see me cooking."

"Oh, I see." Meng Zijin nodded symbolically.

After laughing for a while, I noticed the mobile phone held high at the other end of the living room.

Zheng Yuyu captured every glance between her and Song Yunshen without missing a second, always at the forefront of the show.