A Certain Someone〖MTL〗(Completed)

Chapter 68【Name】

In fact, Sheng Wang regretted it after saying that sentence.

Sometimes a person can't stop himself from being impulsive. He doesn't know what the purpose of saying this is, and he doesn't think about what kind of answer he wants to hear more.

He thought that Jiang Tian would not take this kind of joke at all, but Jiang Tian opened his mouth.

It's hard to describe the feeling at that moment, Shengwang's mind went blank for two seconds, and he turned around and asked, "Who?"

Jiang Tian didn't say a word, like some kind of silent introspection or remorse, maybe it was just his impulse just now. He lowered his hand, wrapped the white towel around his palm without raising his eyes, and said, "What?"

"Isn't that not necessarily true?" Sheng Wang straightened up.

His current state is as if he just drank three glasses of cold beer. His whole heart is cold, but his blood and brain are hot like a little drunk. He doesn't know what answer Jiang Tian will give, and he can't tell whether he is looking forward to it. Still sad.

Jiang Tian glanced at him and was on the verge of saying something for a moment, but in the end he just turned away and threw the tangled towel into the washing machine.

"It's just a casual rebuttal, no one." He held the balcony door and said to Sheng Wang, "Go in and sleep, the wind is blowing."

Sheng Wang didn't respond immediately.

Those few seconds of silence were subtle, like some kind of ambiguous stalemate. After a while, Sheng Wang raised his feet and walked into the house. When he passed by Jiang Tian, ​​he complained: "Perfunctory, I'm still keeping secrets."

He took two steps, then turned around and said, "I know you?"

Jiang Tian followed behind and closed the door tightly. Hearing this, he said angrily, "Aren't you finished?"

"All right, all right, sleep." Sheng Wang hung the coat he put on after taking a bath on the hanger, stepped on the small wooden stairs to the upper bunk, and quickly got into bed.

Jiang Tian glanced up, and the gray striped quilt bulged into a bag, with the back of Shengwang's head on top. He went to the wall and turned off the light, and the room suddenly fell into darkness, except for the fluorescent light of the mobile phone screen on the edge of the bulge on the upper bunk.

"Shall I take some light for you?" Gu Bao asked.

"I can see it," Jiang Tian said.

"oh."

Although it was Jiang Tian who urged him to sleep, he was not actually sleepy. He lay on the bedside and checked his phone for a while--

I said a few things to Zhao Xi, replied to Gao Tianyang's swiping message, flipped through the photo album, and then cut into WeChat again. He wanted to continue talking to Zhao Xi, but found that the person at the top of the chat box quietly changed his profile picture.

Jiang Tian froze for a moment, clicked on Shengwang's information page, and found that he had also posted a circle of friends--

Choked by curiosity. so and so

The picture below is a small red jug of milk that was squeezed flat by hand.

His new avatar is this picture, and his nickname has been changed to: Recyclable.

There is already a row of messages under this circle of friends.

Gao Tianyang: What? Didn't finish listening to the gossip, or is it half of the question cards?