Chapter 17

Song Zhen looked at Guan Wuqiao speechlessly, Guan Wuqiao looked righteous, tilted his head slightly and said, "If you want to go home by yourself, you can."

Song Zhen thought I'd give a shit! It's so late, my dad must be asking.

He played for a day, and cried for a while. He looked slack. He didn't have the strength to quarrel with Guan Wuqiao. The two got into the car together. He slept in a daze for ten minutes, and then opened his eyes. , has arrived at the door of the hotel.

The lobby of the hotel is brightly lit, there is a nice scent in the corridor, and the room looks upscale and comfortable, but Song Zhen doesn't like staying in a hotel at all. He looked at Guan Wuqiao, and his dissatisfaction with the person in front of him reached its peak. As soon as he entered the room, he threw off Guan Wuqiao's hand and lay down on the bed, ready to sleep for a while. Anyway, there will be no class tomorrow. Stay up late at night without fear of being late.

Guan Wuqiao walked over to him, helped him cover the quilt, and said to him, "I'll go down and buy some snacks."

Song Zhen pretended not to hear, and went to sleep with the quilt in his arms. After an unknown amount of time, the phone rang. He was so annoyed that he kicked the air twice, and when he touched the phone, he saw that it was his father.

Song Chongzhou called him just to ask a few questions. It's just that Song Zhen might have to drop out of school recently, so he asked more frequently. When Song Chongzhou asked him if he had enough money, Song Zhen burst into tears. Before he could say enough, Guan Wuqiao pushed open the door of the room and entered, Song Zhen had no choice but to say, "It's alright, enough to spend."

Guan Wuqiao brought back a bunch of snacks. He put the shopping bag on the ground, walked to Song Zhen and sat down. It happened that Song Chongzhou said, "How did you and Xiaoguan know each other?"

Song Zhen was taken aback and told the truth, "I know each other from playing basketball together."

"Before your aunt asked you to help bring a present to Xiaoguan, didn't she?"

Song Zhen said, "Yes."

"If this kind of thing happens again in the future, if you feel embarrassed, just talk to your aunt directly." Song Chongzhou said.

Guan Wuqiao vaguely heard Song Chongzhou's words, and immediately understood what it meant. It is estimated that Song Chongzhou heard that he was not a good person to get along with, and was afraid that Song Zhen would be a messenger and suffer here. In fact, it is similar to what Guan Wuqiao thought. Song Chongzhou and Lin Ying have a good relationship, but he only has a son like Song Zhen. Song Chongzhou has heard of some of Guan Wuqiao's glorious deeds, and he does not speak highly of this person.

Song Zhen's head was not easy to use, and he just woke up, so he couldn't figure out if there were any, so he answered casually.

Guan Wuqiao squinted his eyes slightly, and suddenly lay on Song Zhen's shoulder and kissed his neck. Song Zhen shook his hand and almost dropped his phone.

He pushed the switch Wuqiao hard, but Guan Wuqiao grabbed his hand and pressed it on the bed. Song Zhen was so frightened that he tried to keep his voice calm, but fortunately Song Chongzhou didn't say anything more and told him to pay attention to rest , then hung up the phone.

Song Zhen looked at Guan Wuqiao dissatisfiedly, but he didn't expect Guan Wuqiao to strike first, "Why does your father speak ill of others behind their backs?"

Song Zhen said, "Who did he speak ill of?"

"Who else is there besides me?" Guan Wuqiao said: "Your father doesn't like me, what should I do, Song Zhen."

Song Zhen muttered, "He doesn't like you if he doesn't like you, and you can't see him."

"Why can't I see him?"

"After two months and twenty-four days, you won't be my boyfriend anymore." Song Zhen said rightly.

Guan Wuqiao didn't seem to expect Song Zhen to say this, he asked without giving up: "Do you think it's not good to be with me?"

Song Zhen's old and new grudges came to his heart together. He suddenly had a burst of courage and said bravely, "No, I don't like you at all."

Guan Wuqiao was silent for a moment and said to him, "Why?"

Song Zhen thought that your sins were too numerous to describe, and I was too lazy to talk about it. Just turned around like an ostrich and got under the quilt, ready to go back to sleep.

Guan Wuqiao lifted the quilt and said to him, "You hate me so much?"

Song Zhen said, "I don't want to answer."

Guan Wuqiao said: "I don't want to answer, that's just annoying, because I made you unhappy, isn't it?"

Song Zhen glanced at him and said nothing, Guan Wuqiao turned Song Zhen over, "Then let me make up for you, okay?"

Before Song Zhen could speak, he saw Guan Wuqiao lowered his head and kissed him on his stomach. Then, when it got cold, Guan Wuqiao took off his shorts and threw them at the end of the bed.

Song Zhen was very white, and there was no sun at the base of his thighs, so it was too white. Guan Wuqiao pinched his thighs, pulled his panties down, and lowered his head.

Song Zhen let out a cry and covered his mouth tightly. He had never felt this way before, so when it was over, everything he saw was flickering and deformed. He lay down weakly, and Guan Wuqiao wiped it lightly. With his mouth, he made a swallowing motion and kissed his waist and stomach very gently, causing Song Zhen to be a little deprived of oxygen.

Then, Guan Wuqiao helped him get dressed, gave him a drink, and went to take a bath. Song Zhen lay on the bed in a daze, and when Guan Wuqiao came out, he quickly got into the bathroom to take a bath.

When he came out, Guan Wuqiao was lying on the bed looking at his phone, Song Zhen sat beside him and poked him embarrassedly, "Guan Wuqiao."

"What's wrong?" Guan Wuqiao touched his half-dry short hair, "Do you want me to blow your hair?"

Song Zhen shook his head, picked up his mobile phone and looked at it with a guilty conscience. After watching for a while, he poked Guan Wuqiao again and whispered, "Guan Wuqiao."

"Um?"

Song Zhen seemed to be afraid that his words would be heard by the mosquitoes outside the window. He climbed up to Guan Wuqiao, put it in his ear and said, "Can you do it for me again..."