The next day, Song Zhiyi slept until the afternoon.

She propped up her upper body and sat up, then rubbed her still aching head, then reached for her cell phone on the bedside and saw the message Zhou Feifei sent her.

Princess Feifei: [Zhiyi, Gu Liyan and I are going somewhere else for a stroll. If you wake up, you can go down and find Professor Tang. Professor Tang is not with us.]

Tang Yuchen......

Song Zhiyi put down her phone, and the memories of last night gradually came to her mind.

She vaguely remembered that she was drunk last night, and she remembered pulling on Tang Yuchen's clothes and asking him if he wanted to be her boyfriend.

Tang Yuchen frowned and took Song Zhiyi's hand away from his clothes. He didn't answer her question, but just said, "You're drunk."

Song Zhiyi shook her head seriously and stared at him: "I'm not drunk. What I told is the truth. I really like you."

Tang Yuchen pressed his eyebrows and sighed: "Song Zhiyi, you are drunk."

"I'm really not drunk!" Song Zhiyi was a little annoyed, "I'm not drunk! I just like you. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Tang Yuchen didn't speak for a long time, just looking at the drunk Song Zhiyi quietly.

After a long time, he slowly said: "Song Zhiyi, can we talk about this matter when you wake up?"

Even if he agrees now, he is afraid that Song Zhiyi will not admit it after sobering up the next day, not to mention that there are still many things that he has not considered.

He has always been a person who considers everything he does, so he must be more cautious when dealing with relationships that he is not good at.

"No!" Song Zhiyi shook her head, looked at Tang Yuchen with tears in her eyes, and sniffed, "Don't you like me? If you don't like me, just reject me directly. You don't need to wait for me to wake up.

.... Stimulate me again.”

Her voice was a bit softer, with a cry in it.

When Song Zhiyi saw that Tang Yuchen was silent, she couldn't control her tears. She burst into tears and slapped Tang Yuchen hard with both hands: "You are such a scumbag! Oh, oh, oh, you are such a scumbag!"

Song Zhiyi's thoughts were interrupted by Li's phone ringing. Song Zhiyi answered the phone with some dejection.

"Song Zhiyi, your previous book "Taking the National Idol" has been spotted by a film and television company," Li Mingzhu suppressed his excitement at the moment, "If you agree, I will find a time to let you see it.

one side."

Song Zhiyi's mood was not high and she just said lightly: "Let's watch it again."

"Taking the National Idol" is the first novel written by Song Zhiyi. Song Zhiyi spent a lot of effort on this novel. At that time, she did not expect that the novel she wrote for the first time would have the opportunity to be remade into a TV series.

"What do you mean, let's watch it again?" Li Ming, who was on the other end of the phone, expressed great dissatisfaction with Song Zhiyi's calm mood at the moment. "Did you know that the film and television publishing company that took a fancy to your novel is Gu's?"

Yuetian Film and Television Company."

Song Zhiyi raised her eyes and said, "Oh."

Deathly Li continued: "Did you know that Yuetian Film and Television Company is one of the top film and television entertainment companies at home and abroad?"

Yuetian Entertainment has created many well-known actors and produced many high-quality movies and TV series.

Song Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her eyes: "It's not Hollywood."

"..." Deathly Li on the other end of the phone said that he was very angry. How come Song Zhiyi didn't feel excited at all with such good news?

"Song Zhiyi! What's the matter with you? Why are you so indifferent? This is your first novel that can be made into a TV series since you wrote it. Why aren't you excited at all?"

"Isn't the first one the one I haven't finished yet?"

"..."

"Editor," Song Zhiyi lied to herself and pretended to cough a few times, "I've had a cold these days and I'm really not in the mood to talk about this kind of thing."

After saying that, Song Zhiyi hung up the phone directly, regardless of the life-threatening Li who was howling on the phone.

She was very upset now. What she said to Tang Yuchen yesterday was still in her mind: "If you don't like me, just reject me directly. There is no need to wait for me to wake up and stimulate me again."

Alas, what she thought was indeed true. Tang Yuchen didn't like her at all. He was just being sentimental these days.

Come to think of it, if Tang Yuchen has such a good condition, how could he fall in love with someone like himself whose parents are fleeing from debts.

Since Tang Yuchen doesn't like him, in order to avoid the embarrassment caused by yesterday, he might as well stay away from Tang Yuchen. Otherwise, he would have to lie embarrassingly to explain to Tang Yuchen.

Song Zhiyi just sat on the bed in a daze until Zhou Feifei, who went out to play, came back.

Zhou Feifei walked in and saw Song Zhiyi sitting on the bed with her eyes still red, and asked: "Zhiyi, didn't you go find Professor Tang?"

Song Zhiyi shook his head, and his voice became a little softer: "No, I won't look for him in the future."

"What happened to you? Wasn't it fine yesterday?"

Zhou Feifei was confused. They were both fine yesterday, but now they looked different when they woke up?

"I confessed to him yesterday," Song Zhiyi wiped her tears and raised her wet eyes to look at Zhou Feifei, "He refused."

Although Tang Yuchen didn't say no, she could understand why he had been avoiding this topic.

Sometimes running away is the better answer.

Zhou Feifei looked at Song Zhiyi, who was in tears, and quickly put down the things in her hands and walked to her side. She comforted her: "Okay, okay, it's his fault that he refused, don't be sad. He likes our Jia Zhiyi

There are so many people, why are you afraid that you won’t be able to find a partner?”

"But..." Song Zhiyi choked even more, but she only liked Tang Yuchen...

From then until she planned to go back, Zhou Feifei was always comforting Song Zhiyi.

On the way back, Song Zhiyi always deliberately avoided Tang Yuchen.

Wearing a mask and a hat, she pulled down the brim of the hat to cover her eyes that were swollen from crying. She held Zhou Feifei tightly with both hands and sat in the front row of the high-speed train.

Gu Liyan sat in the back seat with Tang Yuchen and asked Tang Yuchen doubtfully: "What's going on with you?"

Tang Yuchen didn't speak, but looked at Song Zhiyi quietly for a long time through the gap between the seats.

In fact, when Tang Yuchen returned to the room last night, he stood on the balcony and kept smoking. He may have a crush on Song Zhiyi, but he was not sure and had no way of knowing whether he liked her or not.

He had known her for a short time or a long time, but he knew that if he had agreed to Song Zhiyi out of confusion yesterday, it would have really hurt her.

She simply thought that she was a university professor, and she would never have thought that this person who was an ordinary university professor in her eyes was actually the future heir of a company. The life circle he lived in was far more chaotic than she thought.

He wasn't sure whether Song Zhiyi would like him after knowing this, and he didn't know how he could protect her in such a chaotic financial world. He had too many things to consider, too many to count.

Come.

This journey home was extremely torturous for Song Zhiyi.

After the high-speed train arrived at the station, Zhou Feifei looked at Tang Yuchen, who was expressionless, and then at Gu Liyan, feeling troubled.

"Professor, how about..." Zhou Feifei said softly, "Let Zhiyi get into Gu Liyan's car with me."

When Tang Yuchen heard this, he lowered his head and glanced at Song Zhiyi, who was covering himself tightly, and nodded.

Zhou Feifei took Song Zhiyi into Gu Liyan's car.

"Did you two have a fight?"

Gu Liyan drove the car and looked at Song Zhiyi through the rearview mirror and asked.

Song Zhiyi shook her head and said nothing. She just felt dizzy now and just wanted to go home and take a nap.

"Stop asking," Zhou Feifei interrupted when Gu Liyan was about to say something, "drive your car properly."

Gu Liyan looked at the vehicle in front of him: "Do you really think of me as a full-time driver?"

Zhou Feifei nodded shamelessly: "Yes. The driver should drive well and stop talking nonsense."

"..."

...

Song Zhiyi returned home and lay weakly on the bed, closing her eyes in pain.

Zhou Feifei didn't go home immediately. She was worried about Song Zhiyi's current condition, so she planned to stay with her for one night.

"Zhiyi?" Zhou Feifei put away her luggage, walked into Song Zhiyi's room and looked at Song Zhiyi who was lying on the bed with a face full of pain, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zhiyi frowned and murmured: "It's so cold..."

"Cold?" Zhou Feifei hurriedly walked to Song Zhiyi's side and touched Song Zhiyi's hot forehead, "Zhiyi, do you have a thermometer at home?"

Song Zhiyi said weakly: "I don't know..."

She has a slight fever, maybe she caught a cold while soaking in the hot spring yesterday.

In desperation, Zhou Feifei could only send a message to Gu Liyan, asking Gu Liyan to go to the pharmacy at the entrance of the community to buy antipyretics and a thermometer.

But it was Tang Yuchen who delivered the medicine.

Zhou Feifei looked at Tang Yuchen standing in front of the door in surprise: "Professor Tang?"

"Well," Tang Yuchen handed the medicine to Zhou Feifei, "How is she?"

Zhou Feifei answered truthfully: "Zhiyi has been complaining that she is cold. I turned on the air conditioner for her and she still feels cold."

Tang Yuchen wanted to go in and see her, but hesitated and didn't do so.

"Sorry to trouble you," Tang Yuchen frowned, "If you need anything else, you can call me or Gu Liyan."

"Yeah," Zhou Feifei nodded obediently, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Professor."
To be continued...