Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat

   Weibo became lively because of a few back photos.

  Song Qingyou didn't care about these for the time being.

  She directed Jiang Zhihan to drive the car downstairs to the apartment where she lived alone. After entering the house together, she found that most of Jiang Zhihan was wet.

  The thin shirt was tightly attached to his back, exposing a large area of ​​skin.

  Song Qingyou pursed her lower lip uncomfortably.

   "Take off your clothes quickly, you won't be afraid of catching a cold in wet clothes!"

  Jiang Zhihan clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly: "You too."

"I?"

  Song Qingyou froze for a moment, only to realize that she was also hit by the heavy rain.

  Jiang Zhihan hummed, his throat rolled down.

  He only felt that he was bewitched, and there was a voice in his heart urging him to get closer to Qingyou...

  Many people have said that he is pure-hearted and looks cold, but at this moment, this image has collapsed.

  He is just a layman.

  Jiang Zhihan sensed his charming thoughts, and quickly moved his gaze upwards.

   Then he saw Song Qingyou's slightly pale lips.

   That's right, Qingyou was caught in the rain just now, so she might catch a cold.

  The more charming thoughts in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he went straight to the bedroom to get two new towels.

   "Let me help you brush your hair first."

  Song Qingyou did not refuse.

   Hair dripping is not a good feeling.

   Immediately, she seemed to think of something, and turned around and asked:

   "You came to pick me up, why didn't you bring an extra umbrella?"

   "It wasn't raining too much when I came out." Jiang Zhihan explained, "But there is a weather warning, and I'm worried that you will be trapped there."

  So he basically took the umbrella and left, never thinking about bringing an extra umbrella.

   "In fact, if you bring a few more, you may not be able to catch the rain..."

  In the middle of talking, Song Qingyou suddenly remembered that Jiang Zhihan's situation was much more serious than her own, but he was just like a normal person, so he left here to wipe his hair? !

  She raised her hand and grabbed Jiang Zhihan's wrist, "Didn't I ask you to take off your wet clothes just now?"

   "I was still thinking about what to wear for you, you should still have clothes left here...but you interrupted suddenly."

  Song Qingyou cast a reproachful glance at the person behind her, and then unceremoniously pulled the towel away from his hand.

   "What are you looking at? Why don't you take a hot bath? I'll send the clothes over later..."

  Jiang Zhihan saw that she was going to push someone, so he had to do it himself.

  Before leaving, he did not forget to bow his head and secretly kiss Song Qingyou.

  The latter glared at him, "Go in soon."

"Yes Yes Yes."

  Jiang Zhihan acted like he was obedient.

  Song Qingyou wiped her hair while looking for clothes in the closet of the guest room.

   Fortunately, Jiang Zhihan's clothes are not placed here in different categories, but in complete sets in the drawer. Song Qingyou only needs to take one set away.

  By the time Song Qingyou came out of the shower again, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

  Jiang Zhihan was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, and immediately walked over when he heard the bathroom door open.

   "It's getting late, I heard Sister Lan said that you didn't eat much during the dinner party, are you hungry now?"

   "Not hungry."

  Song Qingyou shook her head, ready to do the laundry.

  Jiang Zhihan pressed her hand, "I'll wash it."

  Song Qingyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why do you want to grab this... It's not too much trouble, just throw the washing machines in different categories..."

   "No trouble, just leave it to me."

  Song Qingyou was about to say something when she was suddenly picked up.

  Jiang Zhihan pushed open the bedroom door and put her on the bed, not forgetting to help her take off her shoes.

  A set of movements is smooth and natural.

  Song Qingyou was only stunned for a few seconds, but she didn't expect to change places immediately.

  Seeing that the other party still wanted to help her cover the quilt, she hurriedly acted on her own.

   "I can do it myself."

  Jiang Zhihan helped her tuck in the quilt, trying to let only people show their heads outside.

  Song Qingyou was helpless: "I don't have to do laundry at night, can't you talk well?"

  Jiang Zhihan straightened the broken hair on her forehead, "Take a good rest when you're tired."

  Song Qingyou really wanted to ask, who is tired?

   But she couldn't say it.

  In the past few days, Longxing Logistics has swallowed up most of the Shen Group's business, and Lin Xuyang is busy hitting the back of her head. As the actual person in power, she naturally cannot stand by and watch.

  But she has always been able to bear it, but she is a little tired from work, so she doesn't show it.

  At least Chen Lan and Song Xingye didn't notice it.

   I didn't expect Jiang Zhihan to see it.

  Song Qingyou, who felt that she was wrong, gave a humming hum.

   Seeing that the other party was about to leave, she sat up suddenly, leaned forward, and kissed Jiang Zhihan's face.

  Jiang Zhihan's eyes suddenly darkened, and with sharp eyes, he quickly kissed someone who was about to run away, and brought him into his arms, pressing his thin lips like that, without any scruples, as if he wanted to swallow someone into his stomach.

   Breathing became increasingly difficult, and Song Qingyou almost thought that something might happen tonight.

  Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhihan let go of him after a while.

"I go wash cloth."

  He walked fast.

  Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows.

  Looking at someone's reaction, it can never be shyness.

   Then it can only be "restraint".

   Early the next morning.

   Maybe it was because she went to bed too late, Song Qingyou was rarely late.

  She thought Jiang Zhihan would leave in the morning, after all, both of them had a lot of work.

   Unexpectedly, she just left the room and saw Jiang Zhihan coming out with a casserole.

   "It's just right, I cooked some porridge."

   "Is there anything else you want to eat in the morning?"

   "No." Song Qingyou glanced at the casserole, "There are crabs in it? Have you gone shopping yet?"

   "Fang Yan sent someone to deliver it."

   "Where did Assistant Fang send someone to deliver it? It was clearly ordered by you."

  Song Qingyou was speechless, "It's only Assistant Fang who has the patience to quit yet."

  Jiang Zhihan: "Is Qingyou feeling sorry for him?"

  The concentration of acetic acid smell in the air is too high.

  In order to prevent Fang Yan from suffering innocent disasters, Song Qingyou hurriedly waved her hands and said:

   "Why do you feel distressed? I'm just feeling casually."

   "And I feel sorry for you. You worked hard to cook porridge so early."

  Even though it could be heard that he was coaxing people, the corners of Jiang Zhihan's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

   After the two of them had breakfast, Song Qingyou opened the memo and was about to check today's schedule when the phone rang.

   It was Lin Xuyang who called.

   "Yuzi, are you ready? Didn't you mean to attend today's press conference? Where are you now? I'll ask my assistant to pick you up."

  Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that today is the launch event for the acquisition of the logistics company under the Shen Group and the release of the latest smart logistics technology by Longhang Logistics.

  The Shen family is down, she, the person behind the scenes, of course has no need to hide, just to stimulate Shen Xiyan again, it is best to make her lose her mind and decide to hurt others

  —If it wasn't for Shen Xiyan who couldn't find any evidence for pushing Song Xingye down the stairs, and couldn't send him to prison, Song Qingyou wouldn't be able to go wrong.

   "I'm at home now. The company must be very busy at the moment. There is no shortage of people. I don't need an assistant to pick me up. I can go there by myself."

   After being told by Lin Xuyang for several minutes, Song Qingyou hung up the phone.

   Then he was dragged by Jiang Zhihan and hurried out the door.