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Hearing Jiang Yi's words, the smile on Chen Zhao's face almost couldn't stand it. He showed the same face as eating flies. He said with disgust, "Who wants to be friends with him?"

Jiang Yi looked at Chen Zhao with his eyes open, and then the next second, he immediately turned his head and turned to the other end of the sick bed.

Leave him only one back of the head.

Chen Zhao: "..."

Don't say.

The back of the head looks pretty good.

Chen Zhao twitched his mouth and said slowly against his conscience, "No."

"I mean, I don't want to be friends with him that much."

Jiang Yi thought Chen Zhao was a little strange.

Lu Li didn't like Chen Zhao, and Jiang Yi didn't think it was strange.

After all, Lu Li didn't like the people around him since he was a child. Occasionally, he would pretend that he couldn't understand Chinese during the summer vacation and asked Jiang Yi to tell him stories.

When they were young, Song Ziyi and Ying Zhuohan were a lot of annoying Lu Li.

It's the same when I grow up.

Chen Zhao hates Lu Li, and Jiang Yi doesn't seem to be surprised.

After all, Lu Li has always had a bad temper. He is always impatient with others and too lazy to talk. Over time, there are few new faces around Lu Li.

But now it's strange that Lu Li and Chen Zhao, two people who hate each other, should not be far away?

He followed Lu Li every day. Why did Chen Zhao come to join him?

Jiang Yi silently pulled the will, covering his ears, and trying to pretend that he couldn't hear Chen Zhao's words.

Chen Zhao got out of bed. He walked around the bed to the chair in front of Jiang Yi's bed, sat down, supported his jaw with one hand, and said with a smile, "I don't want to be friends with Lu Li so much."

"But I want to be friends with you."

"You have so many friends, don't you lack me?"

In terms of family background and relationship, he is no worse than Zhuohan's group.

But Jiang Yi opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, as if he was concentrily counting the patterns of the ceiling, and his mouth was tightly closed.

Chen Zhao's eyebrows jumped slightly and said, "It's just to be a friend."

Jiang Yi still counted the pattern of the ceiling rigidly and didn't say anything.

Chen Zhao's tone suddenly lowered his tone and said, "I just came back from abroad."

"I don't have any friends in China. I just think I saw you when I was a child before. I feel that you are very kind and want to be friends with you."

"Can't this be done?"

Jiang Yi paused and looked at the ceiling and moved his eyes to Chen Zhao.

He remembered Arno when he was a child.

When I was a child, Arno also came back from abroad. He didn't have many friends at home. He was alone in his room and didn't go out all day.

Seeing Jiang Yi looking over, Chen Zhao continued to whisper, "My parents didn't care about me for a long time."

He seemed to be immersed in sadness and said, "You don't know this feeling."

"Every time I come home, I'm alone. I'm lonely. Other people's mothers cook meals and can take hot milk from my mother."

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